<?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-4555215848328345883</id><updated>2012-01-19T20:47:14.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragments of My Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4848172276843203508</id><published>2012-01-19T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:47:14.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There'll be no sunlightt, if I lose you babehh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/y_kFTZyecTU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_kFTZyecTU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_kFTZyecTU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choreography for this video is soooo good. I've watched it more than 5 times by now, and I still find it amazing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-4848172276843203508?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4848172276843203508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4848172276843203508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4848172276843203508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4848172276843203508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2012/01/therell-be-no-sunlight-if-i-lose-you.html' title='There&apos;ll be no sunlightt, if I lose you babehh'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4407020967127760960</id><published>2012-01-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:20:06.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? Again..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te5Nt6U_vxQ/TxbI8HhnB4I/AAAAAAAACbM/kWDMXqO4Peo/s1600/tumblr_lo7hhixkIO1qei174o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te5Nt6U_vxQ/TxbI8HhnB4I/AAAAAAAACbM/kWDMXqO4Peo/s1600/tumblr_lo7hhixkIO1qei174o1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was replaying on Astro again :D How nice if got 500 days of Autumn haha. I think loneliness can be both underrated and overrated though. But regardless, there's so much more to life. God wants so much more for us than to sit and mope around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMWg_tQBrMw/TxbPkoymScI/AAAAAAAACbU/4QR3GVHr3qU/s1600/d0601dd645303da0eb45.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMWg_tQBrMw/TxbPkoymScI/AAAAAAAACbU/4QR3GVHr3qU/s1600/d0601dd645303da0eb45.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And He can make our world so colourful, if we just let Him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-4407020967127760960?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4407020967127760960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4407020967127760960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4407020967127760960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4407020967127760960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2012/01/seriously-again.html' title='Seriously? Again..?'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te5Nt6U_vxQ/TxbI8HhnB4I/AAAAAAAACbM/kWDMXqO4Peo/s72-c/tumblr_lo7hhixkIO1qei174o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4795085088215017141</id><published>2012-01-13T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:33:58.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly, C'est la Vie.</title><content type='html'>Please, please, pleaseeeeee, somebody just take me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EsmE8tzCsag/Tw8EuppauwI/AAAAAAAACbE/_lIC1CYoZO8/s1600/44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EsmE8tzCsag/Tw8EuppauwI/AAAAAAAACbE/_lIC1CYoZO8/s320/44.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pon&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I feel like right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating away like a pig at a corner, alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sighs* I wanted to do something more interesting ya know, but I don't know why the days just flew by after camp. and now I'm stuck in the middle of nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sighs* enoughla stop feeling sorry for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right, and Chinese New Year is coming. You know I'm really beginning to dread all festive seasons? Every year it's the same boring thing, or should I say boring ritual. Nothing changes cause well, people don't change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should stop posting 'feelings' on my blog, being a bit too transparent..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what the heck, that's what blogs are for right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-4795085088215017141?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4795085088215017141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4795085088215017141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4795085088215017141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4795085088215017141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2012/01/sadly-cest-la-vie.html' title='Sadly, C&apos;est la Vie.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EsmE8tzCsag/Tw8EuppauwI/AAAAAAAACbE/_lIC1CYoZO8/s72-c/44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-2056967143388789398</id><published>2011-12-28T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:12:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It didn't happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiffanylbe.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/sighs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://tiffanylbe.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/sighs.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&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/4555215848328345883-2056967143388789398?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2056967143388789398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=2056967143388789398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2056967143388789398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2056967143388789398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-didnt-happen.html' title='It didn&apos;t happen'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3451938561192342571</id><published>2011-12-22T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:35:11.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I don't feel like doing anything</title><content type='html'>But on the contrary, today end up being a productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2011/109/c/5/sherlock_holmes_2_by_cure4-d3eea6g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2011/109/c/5/sherlock_holmes_2_by_cure4-d3eea6g.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie is actually pretty good! I'm still sadden by someone's supposed "death", I really hope that isn't the end of her/him. But yea, the movie was so nerve-wrecking nearing the end, the suspense was killing me! I was so nervous wondering what will happen next. Overall I would say it's a four star movie for me. I feel like it lost a bit of flavor during the build up to the climax.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda excited that Christmas is coming, ironic since I've lost all interest and joy I've had for it before youth camp. Sometimes I forget what Christmas is truly about, the birth of the Son of God. The day isn't important because of the people we get to celebrate with, or the ongoing sales all girls will go crazy over. it was never about us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I forget what an awesome God He is. He never lets us down, He never disappoints and you know what, He even helps me confront the feelings I'm hiding. It's okay to not be okay, He made me realize that it's better to admit it than to build up a wall I'll regret later on. And funnily enough, it's better to be a crybaby than to pretend that I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a wonderful Christmas, and it wouldn't matter where or with whom I celebrate it with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. I love my blog, it's like a friend I can go to to vent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bbbbbb; font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bbbbbb; font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"You loved.. You loved, a people undeservin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;g."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bbbbbb; font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bbbbbb; font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-3451938561192342571?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3451938561192342571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3451938561192342571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3451938561192342571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3451938561192342571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-i-dont-feel-like-doing-anything.html' title='Today I don&apos;t feel like doing anything'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3251169119284714725</id><published>2011-11-15T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:16:25.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your grace has overwhelmed my brokenness</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Cause I know You gave, the world Your only Son for us to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;know Your name, to live within the Saviours love and He took my place,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;knowing He’d be crucified and You loved.. You loved, a people undeservin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank You :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-3251169119284714725?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3251169119284714725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3251169119284714725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3251169119284714725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3251169119284714725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/11/your-grace-has-overwhelmed-my.html' title='Your grace has overwhelmed my brokenness'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7572847435118659664</id><published>2011-11-12T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:48:06.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is in you, to lay down fears that hold.</title><content type='html'>Hello my dead blog. It's been a long time, but I'm finally back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaddya know, it's been exactly a month since I last blogged. Well, exam's finally overr. I thought the day would never come. It had been a long and torturous 3 weeks (including study leave), and FREEDOM IS FINALLY MINE. Well, sort of. I can't say I'm free from all responsibilities &amp;nbsp;and my only job now is to sleep. Anyways, I'm really glad that the holidays are here and I will hopefully, be graduating march next year :) (which reminds me I haven't pay the fees for graduation yet). But to be honest, I feel so tired now that all I want is a real holiday, away from everything ._. I can see it now, the beaches in Mauritius with the waves crashing in, waters so clear you can see your toes, and the wind, so strong yet calms and soothes your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have exaggerated a little with the wind soothing my soul, but honestly one of the things I like about beaches is the wind. The strong sea breeze feels as though it can blow away all your troubles and worries, making you feel serene and at peace. I think I can sit by the sea for hours, and I wouldn't even mind doing it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, can I be away? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--4zIGeMNs4U/Tr52XvCWSgI/AAAAAAAACa0/X88dI6Lbkkc/s1600/tumblr_lug1vldaWH1qaobbko1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--4zIGeMNs4U/Tr52XvCWSgI/AAAAAAAACa0/X88dI6Lbkkc/s1600/tumblr_lug1vldaWH1qaobbko1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is indeed a time to not feel burdened.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. Dear bloggie, I'll definitely be writing more often :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7572847435118659664?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7572847435118659664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7572847435118659664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7572847435118659664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7572847435118659664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-is-in-you-to-lay-down-fears-that.html' title='It is in you, to lay down fears that hold.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--4zIGeMNs4U/Tr52XvCWSgI/AAAAAAAACa0/X88dI6Lbkkc/s72-c/tumblr_lug1vldaWH1qaobbko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-5747441083844165921</id><published>2011-10-12T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:40:52.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in my head the whole day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when it rains&lt;br /&gt;Will you always find an escape?&lt;br /&gt;Just running away&lt;br /&gt;From all of the ones who love you&lt;br /&gt;From everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made yourself a bed&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the blackest hole&lt;br /&gt;And you'll sleep 'til May and you'll say&lt;br /&gt;That you don't want to see the sun anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, oh, how could you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I, I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, I need the ending&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you stay just long enough to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so so so so soo much to learn. Where will You start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-5747441083844165921?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5747441083844165921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=5747441083844165921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5747441083844165921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5747441083844165921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-when-it-rains-will-you-always-find.html' title='Playing in my head the whole day'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1935773120268423609</id><published>2011-10-01T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:12:36.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's taken so long to finally see that Your love is worth the best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-61CKkp8OlfI/TocGl2Us4xI/AAAAAAAACao/UkXdA4QdbZ0/s1600/tumblr_lkqmn7Qqun1qg4xgso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-61CKkp8OlfI/TocGl2Us4xI/AAAAAAAACao/UkXdA4QdbZ0/s1600/tumblr_lkqmn7Qqun1qg4xgso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so crappy sometimes and its made worse when there don't seem to be anyone you can talk to. &lt;i&gt;Well, actually, I should be glad already when people don't make it worse&lt;/i&gt;. These few days/weeks I don't know, I've been let down again and again by different individuals when all I was looking for was a little bit of comfort. It's becoming quite the usual to get the opposite. Is it so bad to ask for some understanding? Is it so bad to rant... is it so bad to complain once in a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why must they always think the worse of me :( Am I really that bad of a person?" This question has bothered me several times already, and I've felt even more burdened because of these people. Because of them, I've made a mental note to myself to be strong and rant to God instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite silly. I've always wanted someone who will understand what I'm going through, what I'm feeling and be accepting of me the entire time, never-judging, when I've had You by my side for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One thing these series of unfortunate events have taught me is no one in this entire universe can ever take Your place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/EIYyEIRc_cM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EIYyEIRc_cM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EIYyEIRc_cM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I've always loved this song since the first day I've heard it, and I didn't even know what the lyrics really meant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God, take away all these bitterness and help me believe in love, in Your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1935773120268423609?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1935773120268423609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1935773120268423609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1935773120268423609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1935773120268423609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-can-be-so-crappy-sometimes-and-its.html' title='It&apos;s taken so long to finally see that Your love is worth the best.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-61CKkp8OlfI/TocGl2Us4xI/AAAAAAAACao/UkXdA4QdbZ0/s72-c/tumblr_lkqmn7Qqun1qg4xgso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1811903164075212094</id><published>2011-10-01T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T12:21:19.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn up from the down</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"We cannot abandon life because of its storm. The strongest trees are not found sheltered in the safety of the forest, rather they are out in the open spaces- bent and twisted by winds of all seasons. God provide deep roots when there are wide-spreading branches."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1811903164075212094?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1811903164075212094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1811903164075212094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1811903164075212094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1811903164075212094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/10/turn-up-from-down.html' title='Turn up from the down'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-8524362461806776645</id><published>2011-09-27T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:02:21.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark night of the soul.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what motivated it, boredom or plain curiosity, I just couldn't help myself. And then I hear this voice telling me, "If you keep doing this to yourself, you'll never be happy". That's the thing. What if I don't want to be happy? What if I just want to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"But nobody wants to be alone.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And after going there, I felt a little emotional again. I asked myself why do I care so much, but really, I couldn't find an answer. And then, another wave of doubt come crashing in on me. Trying to pull me deeper and deeper into the sea, further and further away from shore, from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let it go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying, I really am. But it feels like every time I'm far away from You, nothing he do ever seems good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. I know this is unfair to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-8524362461806776645?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8524362461806776645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=8524362461806776645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8524362461806776645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8524362461806776645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/09/dark-night-of-soul.html' title='Dark night of the soul.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-311982838568162850</id><published>2011-09-26T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:28:11.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly........away.</title><content type='html'>Something feels so empty, actually, I feel empty. The sounds of thunder make me feel like going under the rain, in hope that it will make me feel alive again, or wake me up. "You are suppose to be helping people", but why? I need help myself.. who is gonna help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4x28PHiJCY/ToCCqEZbLGI/AAAAAAAACag/DKXxNeqxtaw/s1600/tumblr_l4xm3mvYVi1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4x28PHiJCY/ToCCqEZbLGI/AAAAAAAACag/DKXxNeqxtaw/s1600/tumblr_l4xm3mvYVi1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like I've lost track of what I'm living for. That only the bright morning star can point me in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut me some slack, I am after all, only human. I am allowed to be sad, to be frustrated and to complain once in a while. I'm no God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Live for Him, live for yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-311982838568162850?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/311982838568162850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=311982838568162850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/311982838568162850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/311982838568162850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/09/flyaway.html' title='Fly........away.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4x28PHiJCY/ToCCqEZbLGI/AAAAAAAACag/DKXxNeqxtaw/s72-c/tumblr_l4xm3mvYVi1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-9025689027479706363</id><published>2011-09-17T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T09:59:46.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares haunt me in every single dream.</title><content type='html'>My last post was more than half a month ago -.-"" This blogging business is really going downhill. Had been really busy with assignments and tests again :/ Seems like I've been using this phrase a lot lately, and I really do think its due to my poor time management..or lack of discipline and motivation. I can't wait for this year to be over! I'll be going deeper into the field of my choice and I can't wait to experience life out there! There's so many places to go, so many new people and new faces to meet. Going overseas have long been overdue, I guess I won't be going to HELP after all. I think I shouldn't have applied in the first place, don't know what I was thinking wanting to be stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the problem, sometimes we just don't know what we want and we can't decide on what to do next, feeling helpless and alone, when we aren't. And apparently I can't act on how I feel even when I feel that things around me are troublesome and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6mb-Qx32jM/TnP58R2KfXI/AAAAAAAACaY/DsXOHCUuBJQ/s1600/tumblr_lrb18fnRtu1qdwetoo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6mb-Qx32jM/TnP58R2KfXI/AAAAAAAACaY/DsXOHCUuBJQ/s400/tumblr_lrb18fnRtu1qdwetoo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;God, You be the polaris I need :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. and I realize I'm still far from being who You want me to be. You've made life so much easier for me already, and yet all I want to do is quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY9Z3CZOZRk/TnP--AcLbqI/AAAAAAAACac/2aHRVVgSIRo/s1600/tumblr_lqs2biuuL41qdwetoo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY9Z3CZOZRk/TnP--AcLbqI/AAAAAAAACac/2aHRVVgSIRo/s320/tumblr_lqs2biuuL41qdwetoo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&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/4555215848328345883-9025689027479706363?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9025689027479706363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=9025689027479706363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/9025689027479706363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/9025689027479706363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/09/nightmares-haunt-me-in-every-single.html' title='Nightmares haunt me in every single dream.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6mb-Qx32jM/TnP58R2KfXI/AAAAAAAACaY/DsXOHCUuBJQ/s72-c/tumblr_lrb18fnRtu1qdwetoo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-709381492395510814</id><published>2011-08-31T14:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:09:44.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in the mood for..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;500 days of summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really ought to get the CD =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Other than that, I'm missing you a little too :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yes, I am procrastinating. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man.. the weather looks so good for a stroll in the park. Faster rain so that I can find an excuse to go sleep ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh am so glad you intro-ed me this song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current obssession&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/2P5WRNGPgA0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2P5WRNGPgA0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2P5WRNGPgA0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;I love the way you love like no other &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;It's got nothing to do with anything that I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Hold me, pull me just a little bit closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;I don't want to lose this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Your love has covered me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;And now I can't get over You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. I hope you find some nice seashells baby :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s.s I kinda like the random-ness of this post. Might have more of this in the future so that my blog won't look so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-709381492395510814?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/709381492395510814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=709381492395510814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/709381492395510814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/709381492395510814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-in-mood-for.html' title='I am in the mood for..'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-5340689626737893572</id><published>2011-08-29T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:37:13.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suppresion doesn't work.</title><content type='html'>One of the defense mechanisms theorize by Sigmund Freud is called 'Repression'. Repression acts to keep information out of conscious awareness. Under repression, there's the commonly heard 'Suppression', where we consciously force the unwanted information out of our awareness. Repression or&amp;nbsp;Suppression, neither works well. It'll come back to haunt you sooner or later. After many trials of Suppression, I've come to a conclusion that it only makes you feel ten times worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozfz0XLZ61qdwetoo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozfz0XLZ61qdwetoo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;"Time to face your fears"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-5340689626737893572?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5340689626737893572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=5340689626737893572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5340689626737893572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5340689626737893572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/suppresion-doesnt-work.html' title='Suppresion doesn&apos;t work.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-5283699203708556971</id><published>2011-08-21T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:23:59.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know my heart is heavy, and the hurt is deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lplt5q1Cdl1qdwetoo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lplt5q1Cdl1qdwetoo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's hard not to judge sometimes. I guess when you realize that you're being judged, that people aren't exactly &amp;nbsp;all sugar and spice with you, that you start questioning them as well. Is it right to judge and be unaccepting of them, or do you just change yourselves to please them? Because you don't want to displease the other, you do whatever they want you to do, you agree with them even when deep down you actually don't, and/or you change your own personality to suit the other person's liking. I think the answer's obvious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/be_true_tshirt-d235355900954376836trdy_210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/be_true_tshirt-d235355900954376836trdy_210.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture's worth more than a thousand words.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stop bringing yourself down to their level and start living more like YOU. Being a pushover is no fun, you're letting people run your life. Why should a person change to meet the needs of others or to please others? Every single person on this planet has a unique mind, body and soul of his or her own. Its foolish to change ourselves to be a copy of another person, I guess it all boils down to self-worth and self-identity. I'm glad I know mine, an identity in Christ! I'm worth so much to Him that He's willing to sacrifice His life for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you know how much you're worth?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-5283699203708556971?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5283699203708556971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=5283699203708556971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5283699203708556971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5283699203708556971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-know-my-heart-is-heavy-and-hurt-is.html' title='You know my heart is heavy, and the hurt is deep'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-685821823178176351</id><published>2011-08-16T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:06:39.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 Days of Summer..again.</title><content type='html'>Everytime I watch 500 days of summer I feel like blogging. This time, QUOTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you Jenny Beckman. Bitch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rachel Hansen: Look, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Now, I think you're just remembering the good stuff. Next time you look back, I, uh, I really think you should look again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tom: Look, we don't have to put a label on it. That's fine. I get it. But, you know, I just... I need some consistency. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer: I know. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tom: I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer: And I can't give you that. Nobody can. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tom: Did you ever do this, you think back on all the times you've had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tom: What happened? Why - why didn't they work out? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer: What always happens. Life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;And my favourite&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tom: Knew what? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer: What I was never sure of with you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufzM4A82zwY/TTsfHoKpbiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fYZUFaGragw/s1600/500-days-of-summer-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufzM4A82zwY/TTsfHoKpbiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fYZUFaGragw/s400/500-days-of-summer-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-685821823178176351?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/685821823178176351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=685821823178176351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/685821823178176351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/685821823178176351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/500-days-of-summeragain.html' title='500 Days of Summer..again.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufzM4A82zwY/TTsfHoKpbiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fYZUFaGragw/s72-c/500-days-of-summer-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7267244188183641444</id><published>2011-08-14T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:20:33.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIF0OfOAjtc/TkJ_g3uOF5I/AAAAAAAACZY/nU3_azVqkS8/s1600/tumblr_lixcqvnw231qc5b87o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIF0OfOAjtc/TkJ_g3uOF5I/AAAAAAAACZY/nU3_azVqkS8/s400/tumblr_lixcqvnw231qc5b87o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My blog is so dead already, and its only week 3. can't really blame Monash for this, I've just been too lazy and uninspired by anything to blog. and I'm writing this half-awake (funny time to be inspired), think it was cause of The Afters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All that I need, You are so beautiful, beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah.. and yet I'm still so awed by this song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life can be very funny sometimes. For starters I'd never imagined I did be where I am, or even who I am today, 2 years ago.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Slowly but surely, He's changing me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There is so much to be thankful for I don't even know where to start. and then there's the whole everything-seem-so-dynamic kinda thing, now it's black then it's white sometimes it's grey, makes your head go all dizzy and confused. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who said love is easy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. It seems I've taken 2 days just to write this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s.s and I still don't know what I'm trying to blog about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s.s.s don't we all wish we're a lil bit more talented or a lil bit more intelligent sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7267244188183641444?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7267244188183641444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7267244188183641444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7267244188183641444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7267244188183641444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-blog-is-so-dead-already-and-its-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIF0OfOAjtc/TkJ_g3uOF5I/AAAAAAAACZY/nU3_azVqkS8/s72-c/tumblr_lixcqvnw231qc5b87o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-297959686017095982</id><published>2011-07-28T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T21:37:48.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy reaching to save me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81dB-0qYEvQ/TjFWakhuGnI/AAAAAAAACZQ/sf0Bqi3Yq1Y/s1600/tumblr_looc0jdxsX1qdwetoo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81dB-0qYEvQ/TjFWakhuGnI/AAAAAAAACZQ/sf0Bqi3Yq1Y/s400/tumblr_looc0jdxsX1qdwetoo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don’t know how it is You looked at me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And saw the person that I could be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awakening my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking through the dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suddenly Your grace&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like sunlight burning at midnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making my life something so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mercy reaching to save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have come undone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I have just begun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Changing by Your grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feel so tired, then I realize this emptiness only You can fill. You put me in places I find difficult to be. I question myself time and again if I'm in the right place. I don't understand what You have in store for me, what if all I want is a simple life with no responsibilities?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one is perfect. &lt;/i&gt;So just be yourself. But what if being yourself isn't good enough?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to admit, my faith is lacking when its one of my best gifts.. &lt;i&gt;What happened? &lt;/i&gt;I'm suppose to bring the lost to You, but I feel lost myself.. &lt;i&gt;What happened? &lt;/i&gt;I feel broken, when You've made me whole.. &lt;i&gt;What happened?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCZWjtF6oc0/TjFet_a06qI/AAAAAAAACZU/XRKefbDM2O0/s1600/tumblr_lj5h3lI90a1qdrhmco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCZWjtF6oc0/TjFet_a06qI/AAAAAAAACZU/XRKefbDM2O0/s400/tumblr_lj5h3lI90a1qdrhmco1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #11c4ff; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Romans 1:16-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes: first for the Jew, then for the Gentile. 17 For in the gospel a righteousness from God is revealed, a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: "The righteous will live by faith." [NIV]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. Yeah..You know what You're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4555215848328345883-297959686017095982?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/297959686017095982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=297959686017095982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/297959686017095982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/297959686017095982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/07/mercy-reaching-to-save-me.html' title='Mercy reaching to save me.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81dB-0qYEvQ/TjFWakhuGnI/AAAAAAAACZQ/sf0Bqi3Yq1Y/s72-c/tumblr_looc0jdxsX1qdwetoo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3335180695392903334</id><published>2011-07-23T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T00:18:35.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lomjbfNuB91qzr04eo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lomjbfNuB91qzr04eo1_500.png" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-3335180695392903334?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3335180695392903334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3335180695392903334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3335180695392903334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3335180695392903334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/07/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3770925873449709096</id><published>2011-07-12T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:46:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and make my heart Your home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always end up taking pictures whenever I'm in Perak. I guess it's cause things there are always changing and growing, that's why I find them so interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftLppGFcBgE/ThXfY1CSuMI/AAAAAAAACYw/GPyF8BvZZV8/s1600/SAM_0696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftLppGFcBgE/ThXfY1CSuMI/AAAAAAAACYw/GPyF8BvZZV8/s400/SAM_0696.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Odd-looking flower. Strange, but pretty.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0l-KTMzwoM/ThXfeqbBtDI/AAAAAAAACY0/E6pk5O0nJK8/s1600/SAM_0700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0l-KTMzwoM/ThXfeqbBtDI/AAAAAAAACY0/E6pk5O0nJK8/s400/SAM_0700.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa has got a house of swallows.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0TkhJcRZ70/ThXfvPUiu6I/AAAAAAAACY8/WUvGCJLVPkY/s1600/SAM_0713+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0TkhJcRZ70/ThXfvPUiu6I/AAAAAAAACY8/WUvGCJLVPkY/s400/SAM_0713+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers in the shaped of stars! Don't see that everyday :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyY2gM2tMT4/ThXf0qgfJjI/AAAAAAAACZA/Iz5ZiHgL3eA/s1600/SAM_0714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyY2gM2tMT4/ThXf0qgfJjI/AAAAAAAACZA/Iz5ZiHgL3eA/s400/SAM_0714.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like hair.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkVZlNa0P4E/ThXf9knxRLI/AAAAAAAACZE/35WdTSuzfOI/s1600/SAM_0715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkVZlNa0P4E/ThXf9knxRLI/AAAAAAAACZE/35WdTSuzfOI/s400/SAM_0715.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corn hair! haha.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5FHg-YxnPg/ThXfnNZ4VvI/AAAAAAAACY4/eVdXb4TycY0/s1600/SAM_0707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5FHg-YxnPg/ThXfnNZ4VvI/AAAAAAAACY4/eVdXb4TycY0/s400/SAM_0707.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty lil butterfly~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KhrxX37z5c/ThXfSddunYI/AAAAAAAACYs/fPt4wJ5OoCA/s1600/SAM_0693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KhrxX37z5c/ThXfSddunYI/AAAAAAAACYs/fPt4wJ5OoCA/s400/SAM_0693.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;Since we can't physically touch the stars or pluck em down, maybe we can use the flower as a substitute? :D hehe. Owh this looks prettier in full size btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On another note, results is out! God is really awesome :) Finally, I've achieved it at least once! :D. it can't get any better than this :)). Hopefully next semester will be as good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. search me through and through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-3770925873449709096?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3770925873449709096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3770925873449709096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3770925873449709096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3770925873449709096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/07/come-and-make-my-heart-your-home.html' title='Come and make my heart Your home.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftLppGFcBgE/ThXfY1CSuMI/AAAAAAAACYw/GPyF8BvZZV8/s72-c/SAM_0696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-8968837898936655730</id><published>2011-07-01T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:31:03.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And He shall reign Forever.</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for the day where I'll be Home with You.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the day of Your return.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for You :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbV0sKYk_0/TgykcNsl4WI/AAAAAAAACX4/skcguvzzTiM/s1600/tumblr_lf0lyoexjV1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbV0sKYk_0/TgykcNsl4WI/AAAAAAAACX4/skcguvzzTiM/s320/tumblr_lf0lyoexjV1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How great You are, how small I am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How awesome is Your mighty hand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I am captured by the wonder of it all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I will offer all my praise with all my heart for all my days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;p.s. and you wonder who's supposed to be forgiving who.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4555215848328345883-8968837898936655730?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8968837898936655730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=8968837898936655730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8968837898936655730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8968837898936655730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-he-shall-reign-forever.html' title='And He shall reign Forever.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbV0sKYk_0/TgykcNsl4WI/AAAAAAAACX4/skcguvzzTiM/s72-c/tumblr_lf0lyoexjV1qe52v7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-720819332674302573</id><published>2011-06-27T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T13:12:14.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And again..</title><content type='html'>Watched 500 days of summer for like the 3rd or the 4th time. my gosh, how can a movie trigger so many different emotions at once! I guess because it's a realistic take on love, that's why its a bit depressing. I think I should be more like Summer. every time I try to please other people, I lose a little bit of myself in the process. so tired of forcing myself to like something I actually don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Father, I'm feeling a little lost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-720819332674302573?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/720819332674302573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=720819332674302573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/720819332674302573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/720819332674302573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-again.html' title='And again..'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4889887756367526003</id><published>2011-06-21T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T01:30:12.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing in the eyes of the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Feel like blogging tonight, feel like talking about random and nonsensical stuff. hmm a lot of feelings tonight. Right now I feel like I wanna be where the guy is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9a6VH85Uus/Tf90hzmr2PI/AAAAAAAACXs/QhC4FfL1OMc/s1600/tumblr_lmpl2piQeu1qcfl01o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9a6VH85Uus/Tf90hzmr2PI/AAAAAAAACXs/QhC4FfL1OMc/s400/tumblr_lmpl2piQeu1qcfl01o1_500.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It feels like you're at the top of the world, and you can see everything clearly beneath you. There's nothing in the way, nothing obstructing your sight, and everything is laid out, right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgH6lYrYlY/Tf90grYifkI/AAAAAAAACXo/DFgD-neSLvg/s1600/tumblr_llgo7km1YN1qaqs3eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgH6lYrYlY/Tf90grYifkI/AAAAAAAACXo/DFgD-neSLvg/s400/tumblr_llgo7km1YN1qaqs3eo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the peace that comes with it, somehow it feels incredible to be at that spot. BUT then, He said that peace comes with Him, so wherever we are, there really is no reason NOT to feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know all that, but somehow, I still wanna be there and I'm not sure why. I've always imagined myself, feeling at peace only when I'm far away from here. Not only because I'll be at a place where no one knows me, but most importantly because I can truly be alone there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A place where you can truly be alone, and people won't think that you're weird for wanting to be alone. In other words, a place where you won't be judged. And a place where you can leave all responsibilities behind? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sounds like I'm running away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, but you know what, I think if I was alone there, I would be missing you la. that don't sound or feel very fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And running away is not an option.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;p.s. not that I was planning to run away also la. i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-4889887756367526003?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4889887756367526003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4889887756367526003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4889887756367526003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4889887756367526003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/standing-in-eyes-of-world.html' title='Standing in the eyes of the world.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9a6VH85Uus/Tf90hzmr2PI/AAAAAAAACXs/QhC4FfL1OMc/s72-c/tumblr_lmpl2piQeu1qcfl01o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3576599910688175346</id><published>2011-06-19T18:50:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:06:12.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He takes all the shattered ones, to the place we belong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJeLqWt_RXw/TfzKPsE8BhI/AAAAAAAACXg/6ifVix9fJxk/s1600/SAM_0661+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJeLqWt_RXw/TfzKPsE8BhI/AAAAAAAACXg/6ifVix9fJxk/s400/SAM_0661+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rock the night awayy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm getting really..&amp;nbsp;obsessed? with all these Rockys. I know I've got a really bad habit. When I like something, I'll keep exposing myself to that something, like Rocky over here. and then after a while like a few days or weeks or so, I get bored of it and then end up not liking it one bit ._. But I still like Rocky la surprisingly this 'addiction' or fetish lasted longer than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMC9XZtkok8/TfzCaRGToEI/AAAAAAAACXY/6iw161Scmio/s1600/SAM_0690+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMC9XZtkok8/TfzCaRGToEI/AAAAAAAACXY/6iw161Scmio/s400/SAM_0690+copy.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Thankfully this bad habit doesn't apply for humans la =&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Haha kidding x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdyTx2p8sqc/Tf3S5WNBqjI/AAAAAAAACXk/VjFlBLkbQHE/s1600/tumblr_lisi5pjxCN1qhmhdfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdyTx2p8sqc/Tf3S5WNBqjI/AAAAAAAACXk/VjFlBLkbQHE/s400/tumblr_lisi5pjxCN1qhmhdfo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 13: 4-8a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like this verse :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;"Fall into your sunlight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;The future's open wide beyond believing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shattered - Trading Yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-3576599910688175346?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3576599910688175346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3576599910688175346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3576599910688175346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3576599910688175346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/rock-night-awayy-im-getting-really.html' title='He takes all the shattered ones, to the place we belong.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJeLqWt_RXw/TfzKPsE8BhI/AAAAAAAACXg/6ifVix9fJxk/s72-c/SAM_0661+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1956411922852237614</id><published>2011-06-15T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:26:01.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky is crying</title><content type='html'>Exam's over! Don't do this to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This life is hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1956411922852237614?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1956411922852237614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1956411922852237614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1956411922852237614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1956411922852237614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/sky-is-crying.html' title='The sky is crying'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4412572509452729147</id><published>2011-06-12T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:14:17.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord You are Good and Your mercy endureth Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Got something in mind to post, but don't have time to writee. soo, I shall leave it till after exam :D. In the meantime, brushing off the spiders and cobwebs with pictures :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wutj-O0ms/TfSQDVi7spI/AAAAAAAACWk/fuulTUUgd1k/s1600/tumblr_lkl0fpuBdD1qj8x1uo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wutj-O0ms/TfSQDVi7spI/AAAAAAAACWk/fuulTUUgd1k/s400/tumblr_lkl0fpuBdD1qj8x1uo1_500.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grow up. Soul ties are scary.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xsKkxRc53bY/TfSQG7iDhlI/AAAAAAAACWo/4apWezMU-oI/s1600/tumblr_llqgylj09Y1qgujfno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xsKkxRc53bY/TfSQG7iDhlI/AAAAAAAACWo/4apWezMU-oI/s320/tumblr_llqgylj09Y1qgujfno1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't this one sad puppy! But so &lt;i&gt;cutteeeee &lt;/i&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUtdJHdGzkY/TfSQHtkErbI/AAAAAAAACWs/kkiAJpMFF6Y/s1600/tumblr_lmbmckO8Kh1qe9or5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUtdJHdGzkY/TfSQHtkErbI/AAAAAAAACWs/kkiAJpMFF6Y/s320/tumblr_lmbmckO8Kh1qe9or5o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOLOL. I literally LOL-ed when I saw this. Reminds you of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;"Search me through and through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Till my heart becomes a home for You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Till my heart becomes a home for You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&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/4555215848328345883-4412572509452729147?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4412572509452729147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4412572509452729147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4412572509452729147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4412572509452729147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/lord-you-are-good-and-your-mercy.html' title='Lord You are Good and Your mercy endureth Forever'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wutj-O0ms/TfSQDVi7spI/AAAAAAAACWk/fuulTUUgd1k/s72-c/tumblr_lkl0fpuBdD1qj8x1uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-5135874833131585848</id><published>2011-05-30T00:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T01:14:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am, surrendering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PW-EHbvkwTc/Td0mzbfrYlI/AAAAAAAACWg/L04sawgeVPI/s1600/SAM_0652_Converted.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PW-EHbvkwTc/Td0mzbfrYlI/AAAAAAAACWg/L04sawgeVPI/s320/SAM_0652_Converted.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had been relying on my own strength. No wonder there's a feeling like I'll fallen short, like something is lacking. You got these knowledge in your head, you can justify your actions, your beliefs, you know what's good for you, but how come you're not practicing it? Humans. It's dangerous to be led by the heart and sometimes, ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, and I've also realized that, some things you just can't deny, no matter how hard you try to push it aside. Inevitable. that might be the word for it. Oh what a dangerous feeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;"Cause it's us against the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;You and me against them all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;If you listen to these words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Know that we are standing tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;I don't ever see the day that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;I won't catch you when you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Cause it's us against the world tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll embrace it, whatever the consequence may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-5135874833131585848?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5135874833131585848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=5135874833131585848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5135874833131585848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5135874833131585848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/05/here-i-am-surrendering.html' title='Here I am, surrendering.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PW-EHbvkwTc/Td0mzbfrYlI/AAAAAAAACWg/L04sawgeVPI/s72-c/SAM_0652_Converted.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3135808060973922388</id><published>2011-05-23T11:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:22:45.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many times will it take for me to get it right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movieuptodate.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/500-days-of-summer-image1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://movieuptodate.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/500-days-of-summer-image1.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to blog about this movie. I liked it so much that I watched it twice haha. 500 days of summer is not your typical love story. Sadly, it gives a more realistic perspective about love that you don't usually see on TV. Happy, fairytale endings that is so often portrayed on TV, don't happen often or should I say don't happen at all, in the real world. (&lt;i&gt;Note: the word "often" indicates that I'm not being pessimistic&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey Deschanel's character in the movie, to me, was a bit self-centered at times. Remembering the scene in the park, when the guy asked her why she still danced with him when she already had someone else, and she answered 'because I want to'. That was a bit selfish, she's giving the guy hope when there really is none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EofvOLY0H5w/TdnQwwttuxI/AAAAAAAACWY/vjZwlZort5k/s1600/tumblr_lj15bcxOty1qav92co1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EofvOLY0H5w/TdnQwwttuxI/AAAAAAAACWY/vjZwlZort5k/s320/tumblr_lj15bcxOty1qav92co1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then what she said later to the guy was even more, how should I put it.... epic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tom: You don't want to be named as anybody's girlfriend, and now you're someone's wife?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tom: Knew what? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer: What I was never sure of with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. okay, it seems like I'm making Zoey the bad guy in the movie here. But truth is, the guy should have saw &amp;nbsp;it coming. Summer explicitly told him that she didn't believe in love and that she's not looking for a relationship, but he continued to build up a fantasy about their relationship. which blinded him from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the movie taught me one thing about love, something that I've already knew long ago, but was again reinforced by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-3135808060973922388?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3135808060973922388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3135808060973922388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3135808060973922388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3135808060973922388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-many-times-will-it-take-for-me-to.html' title='How many times will it take for me to get it right?'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EofvOLY0H5w/TdnQwwttuxI/AAAAAAAACWY/vjZwlZort5k/s72-c/tumblr_lj15bcxOty1qav92co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-2147104994279131376</id><published>2011-05-21T09:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T09:17:43.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid dreams.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had dreams so bad that when you wake up, you still can't stop thinking about them? I hate those kind of dreams. What's worse is that they seem so real and it could happen in reality, that I question myself whether it WAS real. I literally have to tell myself that it isn't real. but even in the dream, I could feel the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBrvhhQzMyk/TdcQX6DzfoI/AAAAAAAACWU/xvYSzuFmzxc/s1600/tumblr_lf5ydwJ0Hx1qav92co1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBrvhhQzMyk/TdcQX6DzfoI/AAAAAAAACWU/xvYSzuFmzxc/s320/tumblr_lf5ydwJ0Hx1qav92co1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thank God that it's just a dream though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. 而自遇見你　惡夢就變美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;p.p.s coincidentally it fits with the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-2147104994279131376?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2147104994279131376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=2147104994279131376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2147104994279131376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2147104994279131376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/05/stupid-dreams.html' title='Stupid dreams.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBrvhhQzMyk/TdcQX6DzfoI/AAAAAAAACWU/xvYSzuFmzxc/s72-c/tumblr_lf5ydwJ0Hx1qav92co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-82981180757824463</id><published>2011-05-18T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:46:55.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Search me through and through, till my heart becomes a home for You.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I found an interesting place today. Honestly, sometimes I look at all these wonderful places, I can't help but wish I can be there. but, life is not always about what we want. As we grow older, the amount of responsibilities we have grow as well. that's just how the circle of life is. I wouldn't want to be going on trips all the time anyways. I think I can appreciate the beauty of these wonderful places more when it's not always at reach &amp;nbsp;..........nah. A breathtaking view will still be breathtaking no matter how many times you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Salar de Uyuni in &lt;a href="http://offers.environmentalgraffiti.com/villa-deals/in-bolivia"&gt;Bolivia&lt;/a&gt;, South America, is a place people don’t just visit. Rather, they inhale its vastness and colours with every fibre of their being. Salar de Uyuni is a place of superlatives – the world’s largest salt flat, world’s biggest reserve of lithium, the best place on Earth to callibrate satellites – in short: a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;visual miracle and mirror to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulplacestovisit.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Salar-de-Uyuni-Bolivia31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://beautifulplacestovisit.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Salar-de-Uyuni-Bolivia31.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1naekK0WO1qz9v0to1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1naekK0WO1qz9v0to1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/387528475_1253481013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/387528475_1253481013.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/sites/default/files/images/http-inlinethumb53.webshots.com-8244-2029180110104237032S600x600Q85.preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/sites/default/files/images/http-inlinethumb53.webshots.com-8244-2029180110104237032S600x600Q85.preview.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I always save the best for last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/sites/default/files/images/http-inlinethumb49.webshots.com-43824-2479765350104237032S600x600Q85.preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/sites/default/files/images/http-inlinethumb49.webshots.com-43824-2479765350104237032S600x600Q85.preview.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surrounded by the sunset&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/sites/default/files/images/http-inlinethumb53.webshots.com-8244-2029180110104237032S600x600Q85.preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. 我愛過的多數最終都會傷我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-82981180757824463?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/82981180757824463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=82981180757824463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/82981180757824463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/82981180757824463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/05/search-me-through-and-through-till-my.html' title='Search me through and through, till my heart becomes a home for You.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/387528475_1253481013_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-9195717254331433418</id><published>2011-05-09T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:32:22.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please see and believe again</title><content type='html'>Love. It's a strong word. A word that sometimes gives you butterflies and melts your heart. How can we define love? There are so many ways to express love and there are also many ways to describe it. But today, I learnt that love means not giving up hope on those we love. It's what keeps us going and persisting despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been so long and yet she continues to persevere, not giving up hope that he'll turn back one day. Selfless love? It would seem so. Admirable?&amp;nbsp;Definitely. makes me feel guilty for not persevering like her, giving up whenever the storm comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAS1zUdCFHU/TcbBxvFYOlI/AAAAAAAACTc/DnlUKntOedQ/s1600/tumblr_lii3qtJl9i1qdwetoo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAS1zUdCFHU/TcbBxvFYOlI/AAAAAAAACTc/DnlUKntOedQ/s400/tumblr_lii3qtJl9i1qdwetoo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;p.s. and this time around, is it love that you crown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-9195717254331433418?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9195717254331433418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=9195717254331433418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/9195717254331433418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/9195717254331433418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/05/please-see-and-believe-again.html' title='Please see and believe again'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAS1zUdCFHU/TcbBxvFYOlI/AAAAAAAACTc/DnlUKntOedQ/s72-c/tumblr_lii3qtJl9i1qdwetoo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1913136774383419819</id><published>2011-05-05T23:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:59:42.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Why..why must it always be about them them them. What about me? Why must I always care? Why must it always be about the other people? What about me? I'm so tired of caring.. why must I always be the one giving..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It was then I realize, He was the one giving it all for us too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Like an epiphany I realize I can do better too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: 10pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ImerImRZgE/TcKrhHsIJxI/AAAAAAAACTI/2_48heHmW9k/s1600/tumblr_li4sblOr201qhoxgno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ImerImRZgE/TcKrhHsIJxI/AAAAAAAACTI/2_48heHmW9k/s320/tumblr_li4sblOr201qhoxgno1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thank You =&amp;gt; I know I can always count on You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;p.s. someone once told me that relationships are not the most important thing. that there are other things as equally important as well. He's right :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1913136774383419819?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1913136774383419819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1913136774383419819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1913136774383419819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1913136774383419819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/05/be-strong.html' title='Be strong.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ImerImRZgE/TcKrhHsIJxI/AAAAAAAACTI/2_48heHmW9k/s72-c/tumblr_li4sblOr201qhoxgno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-9081431270301411249</id><published>2011-05-03T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:07:50.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Built for the simple life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like dropping everything, leaving everything behind and be at these places, far far far away. how ah =&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3-dKjz_pXY/Tb_pAyzMMMI/AAAAAAAACSo/CHQW90sfYyU/s1600/Sitka_Approach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3-dKjz_pXY/Tb_pAyzMMMI/AAAAAAAACSo/CHQW90sfYyU/s400/Sitka_Approach.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6icm2kk-LtY/Tb_pFrsqEoI/AAAAAAAACSs/Tc_ryGxF4Bk/s1600/vista-field-in-the-sun-wallpapers_3546_1440x900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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With assignments and church, time flew by in a blink of an eye. Pretty soon it'll be exams and then semester break and then what do ya know, it's my last semester in Monash. But you know what, I'm not worried where I'll be after this. In fact, I'm really looking forward to it! Whether I'll still be in Monash or out of the country, it matters not because I think greater things have yet to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUdbcPPp07c/Tb6LWg4CDhI/AAAAAAAACSk/vjdRPBrYASY/s1600/tumblr_lib3dg1Npc1qdwetoo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUdbcPPp07c/Tb6LWg4CDhI/AAAAAAAACSk/vjdRPBrYASY/s400/tumblr_lib3dg1Npc1qdwetoo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bet ya didn't know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I've always been a fan of image quotes stuff. scrolling through each posts, I wonder if these people really felt that way when they made them. majority of the stuff on image quotes portray heartbreaks, regrets, unrequited love and missing a loved one, stuff that everyone can relate to. I feel for this people. if we're not careful and end up taking things or people for granted, we might just end up like Taylor Swift in Back to December, wishing that we can turn back time. In other words, relationships are fragile and no one will ever stay long if they realize they can't get what they want from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;hmm... okay that sounded really pessimistic haha.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. &amp;nbsp;the fear of uncertainty is stinging clear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7411479617684429136?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7411479617684429136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7411479617684429136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7411479617684429136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7411479617684429136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-think-ive-found-what-i-was-looking.html' title='I think I&apos;ve found what I was looking for.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUdbcPPp07c/Tb6LWg4CDhI/AAAAAAAACSk/vjdRPBrYASY/s72-c/tumblr_lib3dg1Npc1qdwetoo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-2281667452687410538</id><published>2011-04-20T10:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:59:24.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You changed everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22h3z4cA_DI/TbG0aR5ptaI/AAAAAAAACR4/uIGrQ7TcBSw/s1600/tumblr_lf0lyoexjV1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22h3z4cA_DI/TbG0aR5ptaI/AAAAAAAACR4/uIGrQ7TcBSw/s400/tumblr_lf0lyoexjV1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598454175373047202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You came and took my place, You felt it all. You died, You gave Your life. For me, You felt it all.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Friday. Sometimes it feels like it should be called Sad Friday instead. Well yes its good for us, the day that He died on the cross to pay for OUR sins; even when we don't deserve it. but from His perspective, it was a death so cruel. Remembering "Passion of the Christ", I only got a glimpse of it. bits and pieces of the scene where He carried the cross, bearing the weight and the burden on His shoulders, with wounds and cuts all over His body. That 1 short scene was enough to bring me to tears, and its not even the crufixion part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what can I say, what can I do, but to offer this heart o God, completely to You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcaKP4DL3vs/TbG0aK121oI/AAAAAAAACRw/kzIl701w_lM/s1600/tumblr_lhyaen3EfN1qhmhdfo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcaKP4DL3vs/TbG0aK121oI/AAAAAAAACRw/kzIl701w_lM/s400/tumblr_lhyaen3EfN1qhmhdfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598454173478082178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-2281667452687410538?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2281667452687410538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=2281667452687410538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2281667452687410538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2281667452687410538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-changed-everything.html' title='You changed everything.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22h3z4cA_DI/TbG0aR5ptaI/AAAAAAAACR4/uIGrQ7TcBSw/s72-c/tumblr_lf0lyoexjV1qe52v7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-6149314729074255195</id><published>2011-04-17T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:16:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sick of me yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't feel it, I can't see it. I can't explain it. I can't understand it. It drives me crazy. if I can't explain it, does that mean that its not real? After all, if you can't quantify something, it could mean that it don't exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to be sure of things. I never liked having doubts about something. Its just this nagging feeling that you gotta know. They say its obvious, but I say I'm too afraid to try if I'm not all sure. What I know is fire and ice don't go together. They neutralize each other and leave nothing behind. Its not like what happens when a tornado meets a volcano. though I'm not saying that this is what I want to be caught up in as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I really want is to be like the star and the moon. forever and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-6149314729074255195?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6149314729074255195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=6149314729074255195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6149314729074255195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6149314729074255195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-you-sick-of-it-yet.html' title='Are you sick of me yet?'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-2042909091772900002</id><published>2011-04-10T20:58:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:43:07.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>晴天</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;When I'm down, I tend to think of you. because it always seem like you're the only one who would understand. it's like you would feel what I'm feeling, and somehow that always made me feel better, made me feel like I'm not alone. but seasons changed. and you're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Anyways. this is a really really nice video :). MUST WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QyB_U9vn6Wk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love looked so simple here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Coming on two knees, with more than two needs&lt;br /&gt;Finding that it's all too easy&lt;br /&gt;To be helped and found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-2042909091772900002?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2042909091772900002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=2042909091772900002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2042909091772900002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2042909091772900002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='晴天'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QyB_U9vn6Wk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-393857293465701670</id><published>2011-04-05T01:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T01:29:09.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LZMMdtG9OQ/TZnRdpKSIqI/AAAAAAAACQ0/IXRgVJ7Pgqc/s1600/tumblr_ksn2z01iU21qzr04eo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LZMMdtG9OQ/TZnRdpKSIqI/AAAAAAAACQ0/IXRgVJ7Pgqc/s400/tumblr_ksn2z01iU21qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591730719552578210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npGWKk1PYM8/TZn_ljaU9II/AAAAAAAACRU/t0yN4qXQneM/s1600/flower%2Byou%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npGWKk1PYM8/TZn_ljaU9II/AAAAAAAACRU/t0yN4qXQneM/s400/flower%2Byou%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591781432983090306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fine. i'm cutting it short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-393857293465701670?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/393857293465701670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=393857293465701670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/393857293465701670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/393857293465701670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/04/inevitable.html' title='Inevitable'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LZMMdtG9OQ/TZnRdpKSIqI/AAAAAAAACQ0/IXRgVJ7Pgqc/s72-c/tumblr_ksn2z01iU21qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7727322709138638845</id><published>2011-03-26T14:09:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:23:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where words fail, music speaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how some songs get to you after listening to a different version of it. Take for example, 'Just The Way You Are' by Bruno Mars. I didn't like the song at all the first time I listened to it. Like everyone I thought it was overplayed and boring. Then I listened to Jayeslee's version, and I was awestruck :P. The lyrics hit home and I was in love with the song and Bruno's version :D. It's great to have people who loves you just the way you are and not trying to change you to be who you're not. And the same goes for Bruno's 'Marry You', absolutely loveddd Glee's version!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvAdvmuuUx8/TY2DoZvBlLI/AAAAAAAACQU/ng0c104GXRo/s1600/tumblr_lfwg40drNK1qb9uyvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvAdvmuuUx8/TY2DoZvBlLI/AAAAAAAACQU/ng0c104GXRo/s400/tumblr_lfwg40drNK1qb9uyvo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588267442762781874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Music expresses what words can't&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and that is why I love music :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 6pt; "&gt;p.s. why so tired? whyyy? Just hold on to hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 6pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 6pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 6pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dqPOxCdCqI/TY3Mi4ajh3I/AAAAAAAACQc/EB2wEiTfu5Y/s1600/tumblr_ldgtj25COb1qb9icko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dqPOxCdCqI/TY3Mi4ajh3I/AAAAAAAACQc/EB2wEiTfu5Y/s400/tumblr_ldgtj25COb1qb9icko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588347612268038002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7727322709138638845?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7727322709138638845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7727322709138638845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7727322709138638845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7727322709138638845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-words-fail-music-speaks.html' title='Where words fail, music speaks.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvAdvmuuUx8/TY2DoZvBlLI/AAAAAAAACQU/ng0c104GXRo/s72-c/tumblr_lfwg40drNK1qb9uyvo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-2660770809125759206</id><published>2011-02-24T14:54:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:56:30.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm drenched in vanilla twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;All of em taken from &lt;a href="http://prettythatway.tumblr.com/"&gt;prettythatway&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-e8ClojYFQ/TWYBIwNNAMI/AAAAAAAACNY/sHhzpLaRcps/s1600/tumblr_l93bnapAsP1qzkj87o1_500.jpg" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-e8ClojYFQ/TWYBIwNNAMI/AAAAAAAACNY/sHhzpLaRcps/s400/tumblr_l93bnapAsP1qzkj87o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577146438435799234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-e8ClojYFQ/TWYBIwNNAMI/AAAAAAAACNY/sHhzpLaRcps/s1600/tumblr_l93bnapAsP1qzkj87o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUKWMxk-BvI/TWYBI4r0ZvI/AAAAAAAACNg/bO7s1LXOSuE/s1600/tumblr_letp7mu39U1qadj59o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUKWMxk-BvI/TWYBI4r0ZvI/AAAAAAAACNg/bO7s1LXOSuE/s400/tumblr_letp7mu39U1qadj59o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577146440711694066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUKWMxk-BvI/TWYBI4r0ZvI/AAAAAAAACNg/bO7s1LXOSuE/s1600/tumblr_letp7mu39U1qadj59o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-e8ClojYFQ/TWYBIwNNAMI/AAAAAAAACNY/sHhzpLaRcps/s1600/tumblr_l93bnapAsP1qzkj87o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-e8ClojYFQ/TWYBIwNNAMI/AAAAAAAACNY/sHhzpLaRcps/s1600/tumblr_l93bnapAsP1qzkj87o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mipefIGai-8/TWYBJIwN2MI/AAAAAAAACNo/hF7wAQ1oUeQ/s1600/tumblr_lgatcjeSjb1qacyq7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mipefIGai-8/TWYBJIwN2MI/AAAAAAAACNo/hF7wAQ1oUeQ/s400/tumblr_lgatcjeSjb1qacyq7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577146445025106114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mipefIGai-8/TWYBJIwN2MI/AAAAAAAACNo/hF7wAQ1oUeQ/s1600/tumblr_lgatcjeSjb1qacyq7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aoWxyS7EbQ/TWYBKGNo_aI/AAAAAAAACN4/btnmVenGCwg/s1600/tumblr_lgsuqzjXj41qc9v59o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aoWxyS7EbQ/TWYBKGNo_aI/AAAAAAAACN4/btnmVenGCwg/s400/tumblr_lgsuqzjXj41qc9v59o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577146461523082658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aoWxyS7EbQ/TWYBKGNo_aI/AAAAAAAACN4/btnmVenGCwg/s1600/tumblr_lgsuqzjXj41qc9v59o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXLX1D-ORWI/TWYBJ_-ibtI/AAAAAAAACNw/zEkgQkkJM1M/s1600/tumblr_lglunnvp0R1qzipvbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXLX1D-ORWI/TWYBJ_-ibtI/AAAAAAAACNw/zEkgQkkJM1M/s400/tumblr_lglunnvp0R1qzipvbo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577146459849125586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXLX1D-ORWI/TWYBJ_-ibtI/AAAAAAAACNw/zEkgQkkJM1M/s1600/tumblr_lglunnvp0R1qzipvbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So lurve this picturee! Flowers with the beautiful sun effect :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p.s. Sometimes, its so bright it looked as if it was gonna explode into the night sky like fireworks, but then the next minute, it becomes so dim, so dim that darkness attempts to creep in again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-2660770809125759206?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2660770809125759206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=2660770809125759206&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2660770809125759206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2660770809125759206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-drenched-in-vanilla-twilight.html' title='I&apos;m drenched in vanilla twilight'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-e8ClojYFQ/TWYBIwNNAMI/AAAAAAAACNY/sHhzpLaRcps/s72-c/tumblr_l93bnapAsP1qzkj87o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1463393766862278771</id><published>2011-02-14T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:05:13.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is an ocean wide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K485eYn1nHA/TVgWd3kv6pI/AAAAAAAACNI/Mq5A7m85tqQ/s1600/tumblr_laoxgcP2A01qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K485eYn1nHA/TVgWd3kv6pI/AAAAAAAACNI/Mq5A7m85tqQ/s400/tumblr_laoxgcP2A01qav92co1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573229241261091474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWdKOFoW-EQ/TVgWdesxGPI/AAAAAAAACNA/kpuHl3r03So/s1600/tumblr_lf5ydwJ0Hx1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWdKOFoW-EQ/TVgWdesxGPI/AAAAAAAACNA/kpuHl3r03So/s400/tumblr_lf5ydwJ0Hx1qav92co1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573229234583836914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;followthatway really not bad eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways this song suits the occasion :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/840NbiFF1zM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video so cute la :) and she prettyyy. I know the song was out last year lol. and I've heard it last year too, but didn't occur to post it till I listened to it again on V-Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1463393766862278771?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1463393766862278771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1463393766862278771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1463393766862278771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1463393766862278771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/02/followthatway-really-not-bad-eh-anyways.html' title='Love is an ocean wide'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K485eYn1nHA/TVgWd3kv6pI/AAAAAAAACNI/Mq5A7m85tqQ/s72-c/tumblr_laoxgcP2A01qav92co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3549105214360650301</id><published>2011-02-06T18:03:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T03:09:27.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When love is a raging sea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Lately I've been into this website&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.love.givesmehope.com"&gt; lovegivesmehope&lt;/a&gt;. Their caption: "stories that make you go 'awww'". True to a certain extent cause after a while, the stories seemed too good to be true. Some of my favourites below :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was coming back home after I had been far away for some time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My best friend promised to wait for me at the train station. When I arrived, he stood there, soaking wet. He had missed his bus and had walked two hours in the pouring rain just to be there on time. His genuine LGMH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Feb 7, 2011 06:30 PM by Ju, Germany - Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone always asked if me and my best friend were dating, but we always said no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we made a silly bet that whoever fell for the other first, owed the other $20 bucks. Two months later, on my birthday, he gave me twenty bucks saying: "Yes, I fell in love with you. Will you be mine?" His LGMH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feb 7, 2011 07:30 PM by I LOVE MY BESTFRIEND - Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today my grandmother passed away, on her 87th birthday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hours ago, the EMT's arrived and began to carry her out of the house to her stretcher. My grandfather fought her out of their hands, carried her to the stretcher himself, laid her down and kissed her goodbye one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His love for her GMH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feb 9, 2011 10:00 AM by Alexa L, Kansas City, KS - Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My little brother spontaneously began a small flower garden.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, he would lovingly tend to the seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the flowers began to sprout, he looked up at the sky and whispered, "See, Lizzie? I told you they wouldn't be as beautiful as you!" Lizzie was an autistic girl in his Kindergarten class who died from severe medical issue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feb 9, 2011 07:00 PM by Nikki - Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn9rIrzauZw/TVQueIMkL2I/AAAAAAAACM4/bl8626C7qMM/s1600/tumblr_kwsf4wUW4D1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn9rIrzauZw/TVQueIMkL2I/AAAAAAAACM4/bl8626C7qMM/s400/tumblr_kwsf4wUW4D1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572129734095286114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Then everyday would be Valentine's Day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p.s. Feelings slip away but memories never will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-3549105214360650301?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3549105214360650301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3549105214360650301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3549105214360650301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3549105214360650301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-love-is-raging-sea.html' title='When love is a raging sea..'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn9rIrzauZw/TVQueIMkL2I/AAAAAAAACM4/bl8626C7qMM/s72-c/tumblr_kwsf4wUW4D1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-2809782470413498937</id><published>2011-02-02T21:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:37:23.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what inspired this post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;The sound of the rain is so soothing to the ears. These days whenever it's hot outside, I would wish for rain to come. But whenever I'm out, I would wish that it would stop raining. Yes, I know I'm hard to please :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At times, I find myself attracted to the sound of rain. It makes me imagine myself, sitting at a small hut in an open field with the rain surrounding me. It's like you can't see anything, but the pouring rain. And you can't hear, feel or smell anything, but the rain. I love that feeling, that peaceful and calming feeling. Its like the rain blocks out everything, every worry, and every argument. It's gone, they, are gone. I don't hear the noise, the complains, and the hurtful words anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;I tried to find a picture to describe the setting, but I couldn't find any like that. I guess Google is not the answer to everything after all :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;I decided to end the post with these la. Since they look awesome :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUloOvwGJoI/AAAAAAAACMk/NtyGDyc16cY/s1600/18522_800px-Rain_ot_ocean_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUloOvwGJoI/AAAAAAAACMk/NtyGDyc16cY/s400/18522_800px-Rain_ot_ocean_beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569097016765982338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUloOvwGJoI/AAAAAAAACMk/NtyGDyc16cY/s1600/18522_800px-Rain_ot_ocean_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUloOfPNp7I/AAAAAAAACMc/4itmr-obOH4/s1600/rain_installation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUloOfPNp7I/AAAAAAAACMc/4itmr-obOH4/s400/rain_installation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569097012333094834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;I don't know how the photographer managed to capture this shot.. or maybe it's photoshop-ed? Really don't know, but it looks very cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUlpVHAcIgI/AAAAAAAACMs/TzyHddbFe0k/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUlpVHAcIgI/AAAAAAAACMs/TzyHddbFe0k/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569098225599390210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUlpVHAcIgI/AAAAAAAACMs/TzyHddbFe0k/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rain look almost like marbles here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUloOUxSBAI/AAAAAAAACMU/JsllSUiguGE/s1600/rain-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUloOUxSBAI/AAAAAAAACMU/JsllSUiguGE/s400/rain-blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569097009523196930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;I saved the best for last :). Why this picture and not the previous one? This one looks softer and gentler. Almost like its soothing, if you get what I mean :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p.s. I'm in awe of Your creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p.s.s Happy chinese new year people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 5pt; "&gt;p.s.s.s I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-2809782470413498937?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2809782470413498937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=2809782470413498937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2809782470413498937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2809782470413498937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/02/guess-what-inspired-this-post.html' title='Guess what inspired this post.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUloOvwGJoI/AAAAAAAACMk/NtyGDyc16cY/s72-c/18522_800px-Rain_ot_ocean_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7022720313965487100</id><published>2011-01-29T22:10:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:55:52.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love Makes Me Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IljZBXGSKa8/TRAZURxM8lI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NSHpgDRDnAc/s400/Green%2BHornet%2BQuad.jpg" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IljZBXGSKa8/TRAZURxM8lI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NSHpgDRDnAc/s400/Green%2BHornet%2BQuad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Watched&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hornet last Friday and the movie was................... stupid. Okla maybe not stupid stupid, but funny and ridiculous stupid. It's basically about 2 wannabe-superheroes (or criminals I don't know which one)  trying to take down the bad guys in the neighbourhood and lower crime rates. Though it would seemed that in the process of doing so, they wreaked havoc in the city and endangered the lives of many innocent civilians, if not killed them. And the ending, well I'm not gonna spoil it for you la, but it was -.- too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;But overall, it was a pretty hilarious movie la. There were many scenes that cracked me up, and Kato's character was interesting. Don't really like Seth Rogen's character though, egoistic men are repulsive, plus his character was a bit of a brat :/ (poor Kato..). Anyways, no matter how interesting Jay Chou's character was in this movie, I still very much prefer his character in 'Secret' :) hehe here goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUU9yl7_QdI/AAAAAAAACL0/yEnCGjFSbOI/s1600/secret1.jpg" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUU9yl7_QdI/AAAAAAAACL0/yEnCGjFSbOI/s400/secret1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567924453699961298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUU9yl7_QdI/AAAAAAAACL0/yEnCGjFSbOI/s1600/secret1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUU9yF7fXuI/AAAAAAAACLs/fwmSxSlOKds/s1600/9938888_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUU9yF7fXuI/AAAAAAAACLs/fwmSxSlOKds/s400/9938888_gal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567924445107936994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUU9yF7fXuI/AAAAAAAACLs/fwmSxSlOKds/s1600/9938888_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sweeett laaa but I don't think there was this scene in the movie haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUU9xxV-ksI/AAAAAAAACLk/EoiCH7ZssT4/s1600/Return_Lies_Within_Hasty_Keys_by_in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUU9xxV-ksI/AAAAAAAACLk/EoiCH7ZssT4/s400/Return_Lies_Within_Hasty_Keys_by_in.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567924439581889218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;It reads:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Follow the notes upon a journey&lt;br /&gt;At first sight marks one's destiny&lt;br /&gt;Once the voyage comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;Return lies within hasty key” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;This movie was out 4 years ago haha! I can't believe it's been that long already...but I am still very much in love with it :D. Not just because it involves or revolves around a piano with music school setting, but the storyline was so sweet and touching. And not forgetting the countless awesome instrumental music in the movie. I still remember the first time I watched it, I was so captivated by the opening track, it sounds so mysterious it draws you in. I honestly think this would be my favourite Jay Chou movie EVER haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p.s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUWhSgE4i9I/AAAAAAAACME/5k8j9Bje_fs/s1600/tumblr_lfnyiiQlnL1qeeyxko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUWhSgE4i9I/AAAAAAAACME/5k8j9Bje_fs/s400/tumblr_lfnyiiQlnL1qeeyxko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568033853533621202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The simple things in life are the ones i like best❤ and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUWhoLAubMI/AAAAAAAACMM/VVpz1f3s-jw/s1600/tumblr_la0raeBOWR1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TUWhoLAubMI/AAAAAAAACMM/VVpz1f3s-jw/s400/tumblr_la0raeBOWR1qav92co1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568034225836158146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You really are :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7022720313965487100?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7022720313965487100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7022720313965487100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7022720313965487100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7022720313965487100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-love-makes-me-sing.html' title='Your Love Makes Me Sing'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IljZBXGSKa8/TRAZURxM8lI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NSHpgDRDnAc/s72-c/Green%2BHornet%2BQuad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-161085976709901633</id><published>2011-01-11T23:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:01:44.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;I realize I work with the sun. My ability to function in the early morning depends on how bright the sun is. I didn't realize that until recently  but it does make sense though. A person's sleep cycle IS affected by the sun. This is because *opens Psychology textbook* it is believed that Melatonin, an excretion of the pineal hormone affects the cycle. Melatonin supposedly acts as a signal to our body systems, telling it whether it's day or night. Melatonin production is high at night which signals that it's time to&lt;b&gt; sleep&lt;/b&gt; and its production is only inhibited or reduced by &lt;b&gt;light exposure&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;See. everything makes sense now right :D I usually don't mind the disappearance of the sun. I love dark and gloomy clouds, especially those indicating a storm is coming. but I really need the light la this week haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Owh so, what happens at night then eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;I got replacement(s) for the sun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TTG0jiyR92I/AAAAAAAACLA/R3_NAAGLN4A/s1600/tumblr_l4kkn4uXYn1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TTG0jiyR92I/AAAAAAAACLA/R3_NAAGLN4A/s400/tumblr_l4kkn4uXYn1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562425537505392482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p.s. it doesn't revolves around you only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-161085976709901633?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/161085976709901633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=161085976709901633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/161085976709901633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/161085976709901633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/01/half-of-my-heart.html' title='Half of My Heart'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TTG0jiyR92I/AAAAAAAACLA/R3_NAAGLN4A/s72-c/tumblr_l4kkn4uXYn1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-5563272322735227448</id><published>2011-01-06T19:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:30:07.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the Way You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;So, 2010 has officially ended, and wow, it was truly an awesome year. Haha not to be dramatic or anything but I've never felt so happy about a year before. There were so many new experiences and I've truly lived and learnt from them. I guess You gave me the courage and the heart to want to live life. Because I no longer want to live in my own world and in my own shell. I want to live :). Hmm.. so what will the future hold? whatever it is, I hope people from the past and present will be in it as well =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TSfitao0BdI/AAAAAAAACKw/IHrMZcJA2kE/s1600/brunovideo.jpg" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TSfitao0BdI/AAAAAAAACKw/IHrMZcJA2kE/s400/brunovideo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559661534884660690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;I never realized how awesome this song was until I watched Jayesslee's version on YouTube. &lt;blockquote&gt;Depression, low self esteem, fear &amp;amp; insecurities are just some of the things that keep women from discovering just how amazing they truly are. ~J.S. &lt;/blockquote&gt;How true :D. For those people who haven't watch the video, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ae-qoFPINCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ae-qoFPINCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;And for those who miss Bruno's version :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Tbh, I think I like Bruno's version more haha. But, J.S. is still awesome :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p.s. Glee has its own rendition of the song as well! But I don't like it as much as I like these two haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-5563272322735227448?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5563272322735227448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=5563272322735227448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5563272322735227448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5563272322735227448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just the Way You Are'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TSfitao0BdI/AAAAAAAACKw/IHrMZcJA2kE/s72-c/brunovideo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-8455163954020464525</id><published>2011-01-06T12:36:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:18:09.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;-Taken from G9 blog-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;These are the answers given by 4 to 8 year-old kids when a group of professional people posed this question ,'What does love mean?' to them. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'My grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chrissie - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.Terri - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Love is when my mummy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My Mummy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nikka - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.Noelle - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the final one --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said,&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing, I just helped him cry'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p.s. this blog's html is so messed up. must change skin this holiday ady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-8455163954020464525?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8455163954020464525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=8455163954020464525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8455163954020464525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8455163954020464525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/taken-from-g9-blog-these-are-answers.html' title='Innocence'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-8209319231777396033</id><published>2010-12-20T15:35:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:24:46.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt; Title says it all. and it really does feel like I'm sick at the wrong time of the year. but I guess better now than during assignments and exams haha. I like to think that I have a pretty strong immune system though. I mean falling sick was only a result of not getting enough sleep (3-4 hours for 3 days) + not enough water (like only 500ml per day for 3 days?) + mild stress from given duties. and what I have now is just flu and a very sexy voice, no fever or any of that (although temperature was higher a few days ago). I'm sure the whole flu phase is coming to an end though. 4 days is more than enough =.=. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;So far I have yet to accomplish some of the things in my to-do list (which was made up mentally in my mind after exam). but am looking forward to an even more fruitful year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TQ8K9Fe9k0I/AAAAAAAACIw/ukeooiNGIz0/s1600/SAM_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TQ8K9Fe9k0I/AAAAAAAACIw/ukeooiNGIz0/s400/SAM_0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552668910131450690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;That is one big Christmas tree. but that's just what it is. A tree with pretty lights on it, a decor and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n143/jocelynkw/Holidays/JesusReasonForSeason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 315px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n143/jocelynkw/Holidays/JesusReasonForSeason.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n143/jocelynkw/Holidays/JesusReasonForSeason.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;So let's not stray away from the true meaning of Christmas! Don't be a fool celebrating aimlessly for the presents and what not. Open up your heart to Jesus today :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-8209319231777396033?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8209319231777396033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=8209319231777396033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8209319231777396033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8209319231777396033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-being-sick.html' title='I hate being sick.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TQ8K9Fe9k0I/AAAAAAAACIw/ukeooiNGIz0/s72-c/SAM_0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3811892885947170301</id><published>2010-12-16T11:13:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:08:14.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to the moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt; It feels like You are the ONLY one who understands me sometimes. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No surprise there. what creator wouldn't know its creation well?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt; Maybe that's why I sometimes long for sunsets far away. I was tired of having to explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ironically enough, even if I do, people will still judge, some will still not get me. How I long for the day when I have someone besides You, who understands me inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was really fun :). I learned a lot and overall it was such a good experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TQmMD7T9IrI/AAAAAAAACIM/ozcpmav_vJQ/s400/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551122014799733426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what theme we were going for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TQmN8VU5ncI/AAAAAAAACIc/rf4qmoAW4gY/s400/P15-12-10_13.01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551124083367321026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a cell girls only picture but nvm la :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. and yet sometimes it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-3811892885947170301?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3811892885947170301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3811892885947170301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3811892885947170301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3811892885947170301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-feels-like-you-are-only-one-who.html' title='Talking to the moon.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TQmMD7T9IrI/AAAAAAAACIM/ozcpmav_vJQ/s72-c/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-6759851369589177665</id><published>2010-12-12T08:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T08:28:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TQQXIOnl3LI/AAAAAAAACH8/2s3E7sVqJ8s/s1600/UU8sftjMcqs4lanh2ccZsshzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TQQXIOnl3LI/AAAAAAAACH8/2s3E7sVqJ8s/s400/UU8sftjMcqs4lanh2ccZsshzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549586070957841586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Youth camp here i comeee!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-6759851369589177665?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6759851369589177665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=6759851369589177665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6759851369589177665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6759851369589177665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-im-gone.html' title='And I&apos;m gone'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TQQXIOnl3LI/AAAAAAAACH8/2s3E7sVqJ8s/s72-c/UU8sftjMcqs4lanh2ccZsshzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7510540492724532321</id><published>2010-12-08T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T01:02:35.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I don't know why I'm waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TP-5-VyCrZI/AAAAAAAACH0/GRseIzWXrAU/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TP-5-VyCrZI/AAAAAAAACH0/GRseIzWXrAU/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548357746593803666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watever la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7510540492724532321?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7510540492724532321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7510540492724532321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7510540492724532321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7510540492724532321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-dont-know-why-im-waiting.html' title='Sometimes I don&apos;t know why I&apos;m waiting.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TP-5-VyCrZI/AAAAAAAACH0/GRseIzWXrAU/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-372778274400316826</id><published>2010-12-03T23:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:59:14.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't explain this kind of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Got back my results yesterday. And oh the JOY. and to think I was so nervous and reluctant to check before. I contemplated for like an hour before I decided that if I don't find out what I got I wouldn't be able to sleep that night. So lo and behold I gathered up any ounce of courage I might have had at the time and logged in to the dreadful page. Scrolled down and TA-DA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome-ness. I was so overjoyed I spam-ed all the people that I was chatting with on MSN with "OMGOSH OMGOSH OMGOSH" And then started thanking God non-stop. though a million thank yous wouldn't suffice for all the good things that He have given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proved to me that I don't have to compromise Him or church for assignments and exams, because He'll be there every step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-372778274400316826?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/372778274400316826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=372778274400316826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/372778274400316826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/372778274400316826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-cant-explain-this-kind-of-love.html' title='I can&apos;t explain this kind of love.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-9181385654508255070</id><published>2010-11-25T23:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:19:43.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Merapi's Eruptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pictures below show the calamity happening in Indonesia. We should really be thankful Malaysia is a place safe from natural disasters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6EOFYKtZI/AAAAAAAACEM/cuBBPPIjn4g/s1600/m35_25801031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6EOFYKtZI/AAAAAAAACEM/cuBBPPIjn4g/s400/m35_25801031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543513568836236690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6EOFYKtZI/AAAAAAAACEM/cuBBPPIjn4g/s1600/m35_25801031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6ENaz-WKI/AAAAAAAACEE/8te4sBZgEOE/s1600/m21_25762375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6ENaz-WKI/AAAAAAAACEE/8te4sBZgEOE/s400/m21_25762375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543513557410142370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6DnQ11leI/AAAAAAAACD0/QB_gQylnsCc/s400/m23_25703203.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543512901898573282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6DnQ11leI/AAAAAAAACD0/QB_gQylnsCc/s1600/m23_25703203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6Dmjw8yZI/AAAAAAAACDs/Jt7uElgDdHI/s1600/m26_25776377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6Dmjw8yZI/AAAAAAAACDs/Jt7uElgDdHI/s400/m26_25776377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543512889798478226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6Dmjw8yZI/AAAAAAAACDs/Jt7uElgDdHI/s1600/m26_25776377.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6DmXzeigI/AAAAAAAACDk/hKGe2lWHFew/s1600/m36_25779177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6DmXzeigI/AAAAAAAACDk/hKGe2lWHFew/s400/m36_25779177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543512886587853314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6DmXzeigI/AAAAAAAACDk/hKGe2lWHFew/s1600/m36_25779177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6DmWr_bcI/AAAAAAAACDc/FGvklF0DZH8/s1600/m38_25796941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6DmWr_bcI/AAAAAAAACDc/FGvklF0DZH8/s400/m38_25796941.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543512886288018882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6DmWr_bcI/AAAAAAAACDc/FGvklF0DZH8/s1600/m38_25796941.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6Dl_KSnvI/AAAAAAAACDU/K3KGSdfhEec/s1600/m39_25842621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6Dl_KSnvI/AAAAAAAACDU/K3KGSdfhEec/s400/m39_25842621.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543512879972654834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For pictures' captions or more information on the disaster, click &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/11/mount_merapis_eruptions.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. The photographer's skill is really something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s.s and I know I want to do more for You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-9181385654508255070?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9181385654508255070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=9181385654508255070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/9181385654508255070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/9181385654508255070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/mount-merapis-eruptions.html' title='Mount Merapi&apos;s Eruptions'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TO6EOFYKtZI/AAAAAAAACEM/cuBBPPIjn4g/s72-c/m35_25801031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1400148075534573259</id><published>2010-11-24T19:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:59:05.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical asian parent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm starting to think maybe I should start writing down a list of all the things NOT to do when I become a parent myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOz4gOUqgCI/AAAAAAAACDM/DTmNB6G446k/s1600/tumblr_lbojw007sD1qzr04eo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOz4gOUqgCI/AAAAAAAACDM/DTmNB6G446k/s400/tumblr_lbojw007sD1qzr04eo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543078473870508066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1400148075534573259?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1400148075534573259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1400148075534573259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1400148075534573259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1400148075534573259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-can-stand-without-you.html' title='Typical asian parent.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOz4gOUqgCI/AAAAAAAACDM/DTmNB6G446k/s72-c/tumblr_lbojw007sD1qzr04eo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1461418054751849584</id><published>2010-11-23T09:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:51:30.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really need a Dreamcatcher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows where I can get one? Cause I can't seem to stop dreaming and it shucks. Every morning I wake up feeling even more tired than when I had gone to sleep. and it doesn't help that they are ... &lt;b&gt;rarely&lt;/b&gt; sweet dreams. Most of the time, my dreams are confusing, weird, and scary. from dreaming bout zombies, to friend being possessed, to..some people I don't really know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOsYu56IvmI/AAAAAAAACDE/WHPIkxl60KQ/s1600/dreamcatcher6es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOsYu56IvmI/AAAAAAAACDE/WHPIkxl60KQ/s400/dreamcatcher6es.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542550960507240034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't seriously think that this would work la. It looks more like some funky accessory than anything else =.=.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe I should just use that chant from Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bad dreams, bad dreams, go away, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good dreams, good dreams, here to stay."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. this is stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. Suffocated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1461418054751849584?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1461418054751849584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1461418054751849584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1461418054751849584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1461418054751849584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-really-need-dreamcatcher.html' title='I really need a Dreamcatcher.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOsYu56IvmI/AAAAAAAACDE/WHPIkxl60KQ/s72-c/dreamcatcher6es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-6574549982620163290</id><published>2010-11-16T11:40:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:21:18.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamcatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIH4duWGDI/AAAAAAAACCs/vuwLa5wF8z8/s1600/SAM_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIH4duWGDI/AAAAAAAACCs/vuwLa5wF8z8/s400/SAM_0388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539999158252214322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIH4duWGDI/AAAAAAAACCs/vuwLa5wF8z8/s1600/SAM_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maggieeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIH4duWGDI/AAAAAAAACCs/vuwLa5wF8z8/s1600/SAM_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHYAjsrYI/AAAAAAAACCk/pdfoFpKLnos/s1600/SAM_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHYAjsrYI/AAAAAAAACCk/pdfoFpKLnos/s400/SAM_0383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539998600667114882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eww, why this weird looking lady keep staring at me with a black box?" A new addition to the family =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHYAjsrYI/AAAAAAAACCk/pdfoFpKLnos/s1600/SAM_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHXsv33AI/AAAAAAAACCc/TWd73Ogs1_g/s1600/SAM_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHXsv33AI/AAAAAAAACCc/TWd73Ogs1_g/s400/SAM_0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539998595349470210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, he looks as though he's gonna cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHXsv33AI/AAAAAAAACCc/TWd73Ogs1_g/s1600/SAM_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHXYO85mI/AAAAAAAACCU/qEo_VxaAtr8/s1600/SAM_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHXYO85mI/AAAAAAAACCU/qEo_VxaAtr8/s400/SAM_0408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539998589842679394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here fat and pregnant kitty, kitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHXYO85mI/AAAAAAAACCU/qEo_VxaAtr8/s1600/SAM_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHXL-tK5I/AAAAAAAACCM/hGwCyyKTTa4/s1600/SAM_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHXL-tK5I/AAAAAAAACCM/hGwCyyKTTa4/s400/SAM_0409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539998586553314194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is my cue to leave her alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHXL-tK5I/AAAAAAAACCM/hGwCyyKTTa4/s1600/SAM_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHWxg3ZPI/AAAAAAAACCE/FCbX54s3fbU/s1600/SAM_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIHWxg3ZPI/AAAAAAAACCE/FCbX54s3fbU/s400/SAM_0416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539998579448833266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIAxsEU_0I/AAAAAAAACAk/pkJrilA72_4/s1600/SAM_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIAxsEU_0I/AAAAAAAACAk/pkJrilA72_4/s400/SAM_0412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539991345262034754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIAxsEU_0I/AAAAAAAACAk/pkJrilA72_4/s1600/SAM_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIAxfCCZjI/AAAAAAAACAc/h1tHYF7clbc/s1600/SAM_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIAxfCCZjI/AAAAAAAACAc/h1tHYF7clbc/s400/SAM_0396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539991341762766386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look carefully, the flowers are shaped like stars :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIAxfCCZjI/AAAAAAAACAc/h1tHYF7clbc/s1600/SAM_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIAxBWoZQI/AAAAAAAACAU/SBaA6BNj_Ck/s1600/SAM_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIAxBWoZQI/AAAAAAAACAU/SBaA6BNj_Ck/s400/SAM_0435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539991333796078850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head of the family chicken =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIJF1kR3DI/AAAAAAAACC8/p2JAjnlQQRU/s1600/SAM_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIJF1kR3DI/AAAAAAAACC8/p2JAjnlQQRU/s400/SAM_0423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540000487502371890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should have adjusted the lighting on the camera better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIJF1kR3DI/AAAAAAAACC8/p2JAjnlQQRU/s1600/SAM_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I was this bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. so hard to take pictures of animals *STAY DOGGIE/KITTY/CHICKEN, STAY*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-6574549982620163290?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6574549982620163290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=6574549982620163290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6574549982620163290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6574549982620163290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/dreamcatcher.html' title='Dreamcatcher'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TOIH4duWGDI/AAAAAAAACCs/vuwLa5wF8z8/s72-c/SAM_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4559715786530965257</id><published>2010-11-09T17:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:58:05.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm like a bird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ahh once again it is that time of the year. Finally exams are over and oh the joy, I can barely describe the joy I feel right now haha. A bit exaggerating I know but watever. I get to do whatever I like now =D. My top 2 holiday plans atm is church, reading, and exercise. Kinda had them on my mind even before the exams ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TNkY199FcwI/AAAAAAAAB8k/Rq7sosrXBtc/s1600/tumblr_l7x2e0meDk1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TNkY199FcwI/AAAAAAAAB8k/Rq7sosrXBtc/s400/tumblr_l7x2e0meDk1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537484532271641346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe I should use this to-do list as well =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s can't believe its over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-4559715786530965257?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4559715786530965257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4559715786530965257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4559715786530965257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4559715786530965257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/freedom.html' title='I&apos;m like a bird.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TNkY199FcwI/AAAAAAAAB8k/Rq7sosrXBtc/s72-c/tumblr_l7x2e0meDk1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7282322139846573232</id><published>2010-11-01T19:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:16:47.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It lingers on but I wish for it to fade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TM6pz6H6PfI/AAAAAAAAB70/7QPKqaVhKQ8/s1600/tumblr_ku1e9omGeE1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TM6pz6H6PfI/AAAAAAAAB70/7QPKqaVhKQ8/s400/tumblr_ku1e9omGeE1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534547701325774322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only he understands that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. It was a belated burfday present after all =D haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TM6vTGuwCKI/AAAAAAAAB8c/f5Fz6cxMNwA/s1600/SAM_026122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TM6vTGuwCKI/AAAAAAAAB8c/f5Fz6cxMNwA/s400/SAM_026122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534553734843992226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7282322139846573232?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7282322139846573232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7282322139846573232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7282322139846573232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7282322139846573232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-lingers-on-but-i-wish-for-it-to-fade.html' title='It lingers on but I wish for it to fade.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TM6pz6H6PfI/AAAAAAAAB70/7QPKqaVhKQ8/s72-c/tumblr_ku1e9omGeE1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-5118427516394435995</id><published>2010-10-27T09:30:00.047+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:17:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright morning star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes, you meet people that goes against your principles and values in life. Yes, they are nice people, but numerous times you just can't stand the way they behave. Will you then tell it to their face, that their behaviors are insensitive? or do you stop being friends with them? I think I prefer the former. but then again, even if I do encounter these kind of people, I &lt;b&gt;probably&lt;/b&gt; won't say anything because,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hate drama (it ruins the peace I hold on to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes I just don't care enough about that person to even correct him/her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't value that person, cause I know have 10x far better friends (so whatever he/she does, though it hurts for a while, only makes me not want to care even more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not brave or assertive enough to say anything (probably not this one though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I'm reminded of God's grace and how He forgave us, even when we don't deserve forgiveness. So even when people have wronged us, hurt us, and disappoint us, we still have to care, AND &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; them. Boy, is that hard! How do you love someone who is so flawed and has done so &lt;b&gt;many&lt;/b&gt; wrongs? or in other words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How did Jesus managed to STILL love us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TMeC-ApZ0pI/AAAAAAAAB7k/Bo49GzX4AdU/s1600/grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TMeC-ApZ0pI/AAAAAAAAB7k/Bo49GzX4AdU/s400/grace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532534669085102738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Undoubtedly, it is with overflowing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;kindness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;something that I ought to learn from Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-5118427516394435995?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5118427516394435995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=5118427516394435995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5118427516394435995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5118427516394435995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/bright-morning-star.html' title='Bright morning star'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TMeC-ApZ0pI/AAAAAAAAB7k/Bo49GzX4AdU/s72-c/grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-5301264975141264848</id><published>2010-10-25T10:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:38:32.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fleeting moment</title><content type='html'>Ahh and once again I've abandoned my blog. it's just so easy to push it aside, what with exams, assignments, church etc etc. pushing aside the blog is inconsequential, but pushing people, or your social life aside for assignments that never seem to end, sometimes you wonder if it's all really worth it. Monash life is hard sometimes but I thank God for the 3-4 months break at the end of the year =D. Perfect timing to rebuild any social life you once have had before the assignments kicked in haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I CAN'T WAIT FOR MY SUMMER BREAK. It feels like thinking about holidays is what keeps me motivated sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I really do seem to enjoy photography a lot. I knew I've always had an interest in photography, but I didn't really pursue it cause I figured it might just be a temporary thing. but it's a different story now =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TMTrb5sARMI/AAAAAAAAB7M/LGDKYbZbXUI/s1600/SAM_0165EDITED.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TMTrb5sARMI/AAAAAAAAB7M/LGDKYbZbXUI/s400/SAM_0165EDITED.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531805106892195010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TMTrb5sARMI/AAAAAAAAB7M/LGDKYbZbXUI/s1600/SAM_0165EDITED.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chien, I think I haven't found what I'm looking for also haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TMTrcU2ApJI/AAAAAAAAB7U/pS8K_Vob6Zg/s1600/tumblr_la3a13QQNB1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TMTrcU2ApJI/AAAAAAAAB7U/pS8K_Vob6Zg/s400/tumblr_la3a13QQNB1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531805114181919890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-5301264975141264848?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5301264975141264848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=5301264975141264848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5301264975141264848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5301264975141264848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahh-and-once-again-ive-abandoned-my.html' title='A fleeting moment'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TMTrb5sARMI/AAAAAAAAB7M/LGDKYbZbXUI/s72-c/SAM_0165EDITED.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4999721073228669203</id><published>2010-10-13T21:10:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:17:56.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll be a dream</title><content type='html'>Some random pictures of the birthday XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLaSD8YZiPI/AAAAAAAAB48/EpR941PNL00/s1600/DSC07843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527766189089589490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLaSD8YZiPI/AAAAAAAAB48/EpR941PNL00/s400/DSC07843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The oh-so-highly-talked-about-banana with my favourite box =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLXBi6ftv8I/AAAAAAAAB40/oxj5GPupxNA/s1600/SAM_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527536923229142978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLXBi6ftv8I/AAAAAAAAB40/oxj5GPupxNA/s400/SAM_0120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLXBi6ftv8I/AAAAAAAAB40/oxj5GPupxNA/s1600/SAM_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures below were taken using N95, the restaurant was a bit dark also =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLW5tVhMeSI/AAAAAAAAB4s/gvyU-MlQ6Ow/s1600/071020101318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527528306188777762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLW5tVhMeSI/AAAAAAAAB4s/gvyU-MlQ6Ow/s400/071020101318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLW5s45WQAI/AAAAAAAAB4k/V7KpF82SYgY/s1600/071020101316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527528298505453570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLW5s45WQAI/AAAAAAAAB4k/V7KpF82SYgY/s400/071020101316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLW5sTLUeoI/AAAAAAAAB4c/Qw-W3bF-9Zg/s1600/071020101314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527528288380287618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLW5sTLUeoI/AAAAAAAAB4c/Qw-W3bF-9Zg/s400/071020101314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLW5sJJoLgI/AAAAAAAAB4U/vwmd1KQEJU4/s1600/071020101313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527528285688835586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLW5sJJoLgI/AAAAAAAAB4U/vwmd1KQEJU4/s400/071020101313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinya.com.tw/upload/ec/prod_hb/201009151130330.2201077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.sinya.com.tw/upload/ec/prod_hb/201009151130330.2201077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinya.com.tw/upload/ec/prod_hb/201009151130330.2201077.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't seem to find the picture of the white one. But anyways this is awesome =D thank you =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ZcCneztTBg/S_89P2d42NI/AAAAAAAABm8/GwtQLgxfcqA/s1600/Samsung+EX1+TL500+Compact+Camera+%E2%80%93+Features+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ZcCneztTBg/S_89P2d42NI/AAAAAAAABm8/GwtQLgxfcqA/s1600/Samsung+EX1+TL500+Compact+Camera+%E2%80%93+Features+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well obvious I loved this, I picked it out myself. Sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Birthdays don't make the day any special compared to other days, but friends and family do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527766603424676594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLaScD5lOvI/AAAAAAAAB5M/NKkwXb_ARQ8/s400/DSC04921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-4999721073228669203?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4999721073228669203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4999721073228669203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4999721073228669203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4999721073228669203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/itll-be-dream.html' title='It&apos;ll be a dream'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TLaSD8YZiPI/AAAAAAAAB48/EpR941PNL00/s72-c/DSC07843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1976976504211836747</id><published>2010-10-06T21:49:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:59:59.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the OMEs ❤</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Specially dedicated to u girls! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay first of all, I can't say I didn't know you guys have something up your sleeves that day. From how Sun Mei keep on calling me to go eat "unagi" with her and keep on saying I MUST go (when I've never shared her passion for unagi), to how Ah Ma and May Ling keep asking me if I'm free for dinner, I already know la. you guys never been so 'gung ho' for a dinner wan =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry if you guys were expecting me to cry haha. But it really did touched my heart la what you guys did for me. You girls made me feel really really special that day =). My face might not show it (unfortunately), but even now everytime I look at the bears I still feel so&lt;b&gt; happy&lt;/b&gt; wan =). So I'll cherish the bears and tuck them away someplace safe, because I know in the future everytime I look at them, it'll always put a smile on my face =D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And u know wat! Eventhough we kena complain because we were being too noisy, it didn't ruin my mood at all haha. come to think of it eventhough that day wasn't exactly my birthday, it was still very special. I can't think of a better way to start off the day I officially turn 20 =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TK70n8XHOmI/AAAAAAAAB4E/kbGmg1CEWoI/s1600/SAM_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TK70n8XHOmI/AAAAAAAAB4E/kbGmg1CEWoI/s400/SAM_0104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525622759885322850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new ❤.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. knowing u girls I didn't think it would end with the bananas actually XP (I really loveeee the box btw! and i like the banana also cause its &lt;s&gt;delicious&lt;/s&gt; from u girls hehe.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s I end up washing my hair TWICE on the same day but it was worth it la, free hair treatment? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s. next time don't want go Italiannies ady XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1976976504211836747?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1976976504211836747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1976976504211836747&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1976976504211836747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1976976504211836747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-omes.html' title='To the OMEs ❤'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TK70n8XHOmI/AAAAAAAAB4E/kbGmg1CEWoI/s72-c/SAM_0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3080325403273120987</id><published>2010-09-27T00:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:51:32.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't belong to you.</title><content type='html'>Some pictures I forgot to post up from the Malacca trip with the OME's =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ96W7vz_wI/AAAAAAAAB3M/yDx6Mqx9Td4/s1600/310820101290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ96W7vz_wI/AAAAAAAAB3M/yDx6Mqx9Td4/s400/310820101290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521266202593459970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. 7 cakes for 7 lovely ladies.. but the problem is not all 7 cakes are lovely. Haha didn't managed to finish all of them la. It gets jelak-ing after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pictures from the soap shop!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ96Vtv3HGI/AAAAAAAAB3E/obmS_jDFMFE/s1600/310820101287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ96Vtv3HGI/AAAAAAAAB3E/obmS_jDFMFE/s400/310820101287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521266181655698530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sweetest soap I've ever seen =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ96VGSnM1I/AAAAAAAAB28/nUZdODbObGw/s1600/310820101286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ96VGSnM1I/AAAAAAAAB28/nUZdODbObGw/s400/310820101286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521266171064038226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ96UgM53KI/AAAAAAAAB20/EoYFyGvIRos/s1600/310820101285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ96UgM53KI/AAAAAAAAB20/EoYFyGvIRos/s400/310820101285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521266160839548066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought of buying them but then I started thinking. if I use the soap, it'll be gone in a few weeks its too pretty to be consumed like that! if I use as decor in the room, it'll collect dust. So in the end didn't buy any la lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, MOONCAKE FESTIVAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla so I didn't really celebrate. didn't burn any lanterns or light small candles like i used to when I was a kid. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I guess in a way I became more environmental-friendly huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ-AZpj0EUI/AAAAAAAAB3k/8bXZDPGy23A/s1600/250920101300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ-AZpj0EUI/AAAAAAAAB3k/8bXZDPGy23A/s400/250920101300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521272846320668994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's customer gave him a box of 'Tai Thong' mooncakes. i think the box itself contributed to 50% of the product's price. but nevermind, since it's so pweettie I shall make an exception. I'll keep the box and let it accumulate dust after we're done with the mooncakes =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ-AYbbXM7I/AAAAAAAAB3U/MX26ZtbK2Ws/s1600/250920101304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ-AYbbXM7I/AAAAAAAAB3U/MX26ZtbK2Ws/s400/250920101304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521272825347257266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mooncake's called "Charcoal..mocha...milk..tea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the name contains all the 4 words.. just not sure in which order.  anyways, the mooncake was AWESOME =D. it reminded me of milk tea with every bite. so I guess its brand is not famous for nothing after all haha.&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="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. The sun comes with the rain&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/4555215848328345883-3080325403273120987?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3080325403273120987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3080325403273120987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3080325403273120987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3080325403273120987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-doesnt-belong-to-you.html' title='It doesn&apos;t belong to you.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TJ96W7vz_wI/AAAAAAAAB3M/yDx6Mqx9Td4/s72-c/310820101290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-526904103071859464</id><published>2010-09-22T17:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:34:58.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on overdrive.</title><content type='html'>Sort of. I've been sleeping past 2 a.m. these few days and it is ridiculous. why ridiculous because I could have spared myself all the unnecessary trouble if I were to stop jigsaw-ing online so much, stop checking on Facebook so much, stop watching tv so much.. u get the picture. Bottom line is I procrastinated too much. I honestly don't know why I was so "chillax" for my PSY2112 assignment. Could it be due to 1 Peter 5:7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Give all your worries and cares to God, for He cares about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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;Nah, for the first time in my uni life I think it's because I took the assignment too lightly haha. I sure hope I don't fall flat on my face when I get the paper back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so tempted to put a picture from Icanread. Okla maybe not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. is it possible to bring the sun without the rain?&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/4555215848328345883-526904103071859464?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/526904103071859464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=526904103071859464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/526904103071859464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/526904103071859464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/09/running-on-overdrive.html' title='Running on overdrive.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1225893515913162872</id><published>2010-09-14T15:26:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:46:57.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll be a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TI8jln5MT2I/AAAAAAAAB2s/AGZNzL3ORfM/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TI8jln5MT2I/AAAAAAAAB2s/AGZNzL3ORfM/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516667197823143778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;stole&lt;/s&gt; took this picture from some fella's blog =) The sky looks so pwettyy ritee? If u say no, I'll smack you. Haha but seriously this is why I want a high-end camera! I knowla I prolly won't have the chance to take pictures in Paris or wat but only good cameras can capture the beauty of God's creation, even if its just an infinitesimal amount of it. But, for every breathtaking moment nothing is better than to be there, and to live in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1225893515913162872?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1225893515913162872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1225893515913162872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1225893515913162872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1225893515913162872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-be-dream.html' title='We&apos;ll be a dream'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TI8jln5MT2I/AAAAAAAAB2s/AGZNzL3ORfM/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3798241894151791709</id><published>2010-09-09T18:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:47:56.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Awesome.</title><content type='html'>Dear Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly are an awesome God. When everything turned upside down in my life, You were the One who set it right again. All I can say is, even when the oceans rise and thunders roar, I'll do my best to soar with You above the storm =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though he's not happy, and though the enemies never cease fire, I will not bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Because You are worth it. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, God =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/god/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/god/god_quotes_graphics_02.gif" alt="Myspace God Graphics Quotes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&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/4555215848328345883-3798241894151791709?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3798241894151791709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3798241894151791709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3798241894151791709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3798241894151791709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-awesome.html' title='You are Awesome.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1560541223138945692</id><published>2010-09-04T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:10:43.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing to me the song of the stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TII3FdR-j_I/AAAAAAAAB2c/NAT45AKHOFU/s1600/tumblr_l3cgm21MN21qzr04eo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TII3FdR-j_I/AAAAAAAAB2c/NAT45AKHOFU/s400/tumblr_l3cgm21MN21qzr04eo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513029460753813490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm how nice if best friends can sign this kind of contract =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1560541223138945692?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1560541223138945692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1560541223138945692&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1560541223138945692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1560541223138945692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/09/sing-to-song-of-stars.html' title='Sing to me the song of the stars'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TII3FdR-j_I/AAAAAAAAB2c/NAT45AKHOFU/s72-c/tumblr_l3cgm21MN21qzr04eo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4500035056292494320</id><published>2010-09-02T17:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:07:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing beats a tuned piano</title><content type='html'>The ome group managed to go on a food trip to Malacca last Tuesday. 3 words to describe the trip, Fun, tasty and entertaining =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures below are taken from the ome gang (2010). I ada cite so I'm not stealing  =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9tPiROn_I/AAAAAAAAB2M/aaTMfyK7n_s/s1600/44646_439642054176_587704176_4992930_2865780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9tPiROn_I/AAAAAAAAB2M/aaTMfyK7n_s/s400/44646_439642054176_587704176_4992930_2865780_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512244582589308914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This window is filthy. I need to wash my car soon haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9tPH_WA4I/AAAAAAAAB2E/DjNpCUw_RXY/s1600/45952_439647084176_587704176_4993209_1702663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9tPH_WA4I/AAAAAAAAB2E/DjNpCUw_RXY/s400/45952_439647084176_587704176_4993209_1702663_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512244575534973826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice sunrise =D or was it sunset..? ugh whatever it's still nice =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9s0H3Cy4I/AAAAAAAAB10/zdZjA4hMks4/s1600/44272_439642894176_587704176_4992979_5826007_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9s0H3Cy4I/AAAAAAAAB10/zdZjA4hMks4/s400/44272_439642894176_587704176_4992979_5826007_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512244111643691906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in Malacca is so hot -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9szUHD8FI/AAAAAAAAB1s/H1o0zAB0c-I/s1600/44985_439642844176_587704176_4992978_4491176_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9szUHD8FI/AAAAAAAAB1s/H1o0zAB0c-I/s400/44985_439642844176_587704176_4992978_4491176_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512244097752232018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA Chien is posing like a gengster while Evie seems to be practicing kung-fu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9sx5RBhZI/AAAAAAAAB1c/DkiDxtxo_9o/s400/45688_439642584176_587704176_4992965_2828455_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512244073366390162" oncontextmenu="return false;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh the case of mistaken photographer haha. My bad for looking at evie's camera =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9sxEWpu2I/AAAAAAAAB1U/KgpVlhdCcZk/s400/46930_439642744176_587704176_4992972_3094359_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512244059162917730" oncontextmenu="return false;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is here cause I like Cendol the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Favourite quote for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For evil to flourish, all that is needed is for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good people to do nothing."  Edmund Burke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-4500035056292494320?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4500035056292494320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4500035056292494320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4500035056292494320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4500035056292494320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/09/but-you-belong-for-another.html' title='Nothing beats a tuned piano'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TH9tPiROn_I/AAAAAAAAB2M/aaTMfyK7n_s/s72-c/44646_439642054176_587704176_4992930_2865780_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4783404580719308349</id><published>2010-08-26T14:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:07:20.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do more than exist.</title><content type='html'>I was driving home the other day when i noticed this car in front me suddenly braked in the middle road. my immediate response of course was to look at what's blocking the way in front. it turns out that it was because there was an accident on the opposite lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians. are. so. busybody. sure the girl was quite pretty and looked distress but if you don't intend to help, don't bother looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i watched a pretty interesting video in my business lecture yesterday. Its really relevant to me considering that I'm blogging here when I should be doing my forever-never-ending assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ome girls -&gt;the name of the person who made this video is &lt;u&gt;LEV&lt;/u&gt; Yilmaz hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4P785j15Tzk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4P785j15Tzk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-4783404580719308349?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4783404580719308349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4783404580719308349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4783404580719308349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4783404580719308349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-more-than-exist.html' title='Do more than exist.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4154475254693548677</id><published>2010-08-23T21:51:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:32:23.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And its gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's gonna be 2 moons on the 27th of August! Planet Mars will be the brightest in the night sky starting August. It will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. This will cultivate on Aug. 27 when Mars comes within 34.65M miles off earth. Be sure to watch the sky on Aug. 27 12:30 am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it'll look as though the earth has 2 moons! Not that I'm into astronomy or anything but this is gonna happen like only once in a gazillion years. . . . . . . Okay maybe not that long but the next time Mars comes this close is in 2287. so yeah I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be dead by then since the last time i checked i wasn't a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how will the night sky look with two moons? Prolly something like this. . .&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://www.softsailor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Two-Moons-on-August-27th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.softsailor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Two-Moons-on-August-27th.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks quite ordinary to me LOL but i'm sure if i were to see it in reality, i would go "woahh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not so fast though. I found this site claiming that it's NOT gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven years ago, on August 27, 2003, the oscillating orbits of Mars and  Earth did, in fact, bring the two planets closer together than at any  other time during the past &lt;u&gt;50,000 years&lt;/u&gt;. And though Mars never actually  appeared as "large as the full moon to the naked eye"—  it was indeed, for a few special days in 2003, among the brightest  objects in the night sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/errata/a/two-moons.htm"&gt;-http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/errata/a/two-moons.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this happened in 2003 but the email just kept circulating till 2010? Haha. pft. internet. can be so informative and yet full of rubbish at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-4154475254693548677?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4154475254693548677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4154475254693548677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4154475254693548677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4154475254693548677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-its-gone.html' title='And its gone.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-6074480986036739775</id><published>2010-08-16T16:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:40:10.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are people allergic to goody 2-shoes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TGj0iOoUzFI/AAAAAAAAB00/PN7josPyN9Q/s1600/romantic_inspiring_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TGj0iOoUzFI/AAAAAAAAB00/PN7josPyN9Q/s400/romantic_inspiring_sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505919413340392530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I can be on that boat even though I don't like the sea. its weird i know. i love beaches but not the sea. watching all those Jaws movies when i was younger certainly impacted me in some undesirable way. now every time i go for a vacation on a beach i would ask my mum "do they have sharks here?". and even if she answers no, i would STILL not go swimming in the sea because there might be other creepy, weird-looking dangerous undersea creatures lurking out there. this is how i fear the sea, by forming unreasonable illusions of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the sun is setting, rising or neither in this picture but i love sunsets. generally because of the twilight sky. the moment when everything is a shade of orange, red and purple, it's breathtaking. though it never lasts for more than a few minutes,  its fleeting moment is what makes people long for it. don't we all want to bask in the afterglow every single day? i know i do. but I guess if life is always that simple and easy, it would be harder to appreciate the peace, that comes with it every once in a while.&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="font-size:60%;"&gt;p.s. won't you whisper in my ear? let me know, it's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-6074480986036739775?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6074480986036739775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=6074480986036739775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6074480986036739775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6074480986036739775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-people-allergic-to-goody-2-shoes.html' title='Are people allergic to goody 2-shoes?'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TGj0iOoUzFI/AAAAAAAAB00/PN7josPyN9Q/s72-c/romantic_inspiring_sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4010739794143154085</id><published>2010-08-12T22:45:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:43:49.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love before being Loved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You set it again, my hearts in motion ♫&lt;/span&gt;~. . . Okay seriously I gotta stop listening to that song. I've always got this thing where I like a song so much I just have to listen to it on repeat, again and again, until I get sick of it. so yea I'm pretty sure I'm beginning to get sick of that song now.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I-I-I'm in love ♪&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;Actually I'm really not but I love how Katherine sings that part. Okayla I'll stop with the song cause seriously beginning to have the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jelak&lt;/span&gt; feeling ady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I saw this picture the other day on one of my favourite websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TGQLc0bIYpI/AAAAAAAAB0g/qdqd9ePmIy0/s1600/tumblr_l6uv0v5Q5P1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TGQLc0bIYpI/AAAAAAAAB0g/qdqd9ePmIy0/s400/tumblr_l6uv0v5Q5P1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504537234290270866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh this person sure sounds pessimistic. but if this is what the person is really going through then I feel sad for him or her! it's tough enough to live in a world with &lt;s&gt;global warming. OMGOSH THE HEAT TODAY. &lt;/s&gt;so many different types of people and not to mention stressors. i can't imagine living in a world where none of the people around you, actually care for you. actually I can but that was a long time ago. like last year. haha. kidding. I'm glad that I don't have to go through such experiences and I thank God for it. and even if I do have to go through them (though I still rather NOT), I'm glad that I would still be able to turn to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will never leave you nor forsake you. Hebrews 13:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. Apparently there'll be meteor showers tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-4010739794143154085?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4010739794143154085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4010739794143154085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4010739794143154085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4010739794143154085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-want-to-sleep-if-i-close-my-eyes.html' title='Love before being Loved.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TGQLc0bIYpI/AAAAAAAAB0g/qdqd9ePmIy0/s72-c/tumblr_l6uv0v5Q5P1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-43755970487988375</id><published>2010-08-07T18:58:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:07:07.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes the snow comes down in June, Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon</title><content type='html'>I know how everyone say they live for the moment, but I think I need to live &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; the moment. Replaying in my head how it ought to have went, wouldn't change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fjj_sGlpC9U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fjj_sGlpC9U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh Narnia! Peter looked soo cuteee. He gets better and better looking each time =D. I am so looking forward to watching this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HM_gl76O328&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HM_gl76O328&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this one looks so friggin cool! Alice looks very different now, with black hair and all. she looks like some ninja but wat the heck the effects still kick butt =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCRATCH THAT. The ninja wasn't Alice after all hahaha. This trailer is even cooler =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Exg_3s4JNfo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Exg_3s4JNfo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-43755970487988375?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/43755970487988375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=43755970487988375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/43755970487988375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/43755970487988375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-snow-comes-down-in-june.html' title='Sometimes the snow comes down in June, Sometimes the sun goes &apos;round the moon'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7222461000021103705</id><published>2010-08-03T20:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:39:14.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There must be something more, do you know what we're fighting for?</title><content type='html'>Ijok (Pronounced as I-Chok). I don't think there's much I can say about the place. besides it being boring with creepy crawlies EVERYWHERE *shudders* and red ants. But because it's set in a natural environment, there are some things worth mentioning=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFguk9Et6jI/AAAAAAAABzw/tMmenFOCcrA/s1600/310720101275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFguk9Et6jI/AAAAAAAABzw/tMmenFOCcrA/s400/310720101275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501198157237578290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, the leaves and the fruits are burnt. Way to preserve the nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFgukstO2kI/AAAAAAAABzo/CN0dkO_xlRA/s1600/310720101274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFgukstO2kI/AAAAAAAABzo/CN0dkO_xlRA/s400/310720101274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501198152844106306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the water. OMGOSH. did u notice the brown-ness? =D. it IS a pond so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFguj8HYH4I/AAAAAAAABzg/YHC952ndqVE/s1600/310720101272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFguj8HYH4I/AAAAAAAABzg/YHC952ndqVE/s400/310720101272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501198139800428418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey I thought this can be used to clean the water or something? (I don't know why I'm posting pictures of dirty water). but nevermind  my two favourite pictures are coming up =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFgul5rLe9I/AAAAAAAAB0A/Gi6c82jnChQ/s1600/310720101279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFgul5rLe9I/AAAAAAAAB0A/Gi6c82jnChQ/s400/310720101279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501198173505027026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he/she cute!! I honestly think it's the cutest goat I've ever seen =D. I wish I can pet it haha but apparently goats are shy animals .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFguldgQ34I/AAAAAAAABz4/bsfJRFUVN0U/s1600/310720101276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFguldgQ34I/AAAAAAAABz4/bsfJRFUVN0U/s400/310720101276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501198165943050114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this picture I like cause the water effect made it look like there's mist in the background. The plants are actually by the pond. I guess N95 ain't so bad after all =D&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="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. there were many things I wanted to say but I can't seem to remember em' =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. will NEVER skip 365 for own personal selfish reasons ever again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7222461000021103705?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7222461000021103705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7222461000021103705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7222461000021103705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7222461000021103705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-must-be-something-more-do-you.html' title='There must be something more, do you know what we&apos;re fighting for?'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFguk9Et6jI/AAAAAAAABzw/tMmenFOCcrA/s72-c/310720101275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1679061714958631892</id><published>2010-07-30T13:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:22:00.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The voice that calmed the sea, would calm the storm in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFJdEhoqmbI/AAAAAAAAByU/if8CN6Q98h4/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFJdEhoqmbI/AAAAAAAAByU/if8CN6Q98h4/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499560427302590898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFJdF9n6muI/AAAAAAAABys/HpnvoN-K1JI/s1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFJdF9n6muI/AAAAAAAABys/HpnvoN-K1JI/s400/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499560451995507426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFJdFfyiSiI/AAAAAAAAByk/Ttp3prIf9Mk/s1600/image004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFJdFfyiSiI/AAAAAAAAByk/Ttp3prIf9Mk/s400/image004.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499560443986987554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFJdE6FH7II/AAAAAAAAByc/a_UYHi-xogU/s1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFJdE6FH7II/AAAAAAAAByc/a_UYHi-xogU/s400/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499560433864404098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Mei sent me an email with these cartoons. God knows how long the email sat unread in my inbox =p but better late than never right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I learnt this week. It's we can't please everyone. I do feel bad but I'm only just 1 person. I wish I can split my attention but there's only so much I can do =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Next post: pictures I took in Ijok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1679061714958631892?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1679061714958631892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1679061714958631892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1679061714958631892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1679061714958631892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/07/voice-that-calmed-sea-would-calm-storm.html' title='The voice that calmed the sea, would calm the storm in me'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TFJdEhoqmbI/AAAAAAAAByU/if8CN6Q98h4/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1971954608211957923</id><published>2010-07-28T18:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:48:55.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smile a day keeps the doctor away</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;❤ American Idol. I'm into this show lately. Sometimes I wonder why in the world StarWorld would want to repeat these reality TV shows when the hype is already over. Then it hit me. Because of suckers like me who happen to love Simon Cowell's criticisms, the contestants' song choices and their amazing powerhouse vocals (some of them anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief that the first runner-up would be more successful than the winner, aka David Archuleta vs David Cook (ok so I only made my deductions from that one year), I think Kris Allen and Adam Lambert is pretty equal =D. Adam Lambert certainly won in terms of publicity though (from being gay to kissing Ke$ha, bla bla bla).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was no fan of Kris before this but I think I'm beginning to like him a bit more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gotta liveee like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt; ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;. I can't wait for Lee Dwyze and Crystal Bowersox (hope I got her name right) 's new singles. I wonder who's gonna be the bigger hit. I'm personally rooting for Lee though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh owh and I'm seriously into America's and Australia's Next Top Model too. Now I know why it's still going strong despite the many seasons. The models' photos are so pretty and you get to see the drama between the girls. The most interesting thing though is that some of the girls there aren't even considered pretty but they look gorgeous in pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-1971954608211957923?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1971954608211957923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1971954608211957923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1971954608211957923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1971954608211957923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/07/smile-day-keeps-doctor-away.html' title='A smile a day keeps the doctor away'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3350136314622289464</id><published>2010-07-26T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:48:25.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Day - Hillsong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TE2rnu8FDpI/AAAAAAAAByE/BHPLOjYXhFs/s1600/tumblr_l3t7spm7ca1qzr04eo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 443px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TE2rnu8FDpI/AAAAAAAAByE/BHPLOjYXhFs/s400/tumblr_l3t7spm7ca1qzr04eo1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498239419192512146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this came to mind "this must have been what she felt like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope it's not the hormones talking this time. Yes please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-3350136314622289464?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3350136314622289464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3350136314622289464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3350136314622289464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3350136314622289464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-day-hillsong.html' title='All Day - Hillsong'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TE2rnu8FDpI/AAAAAAAAByE/BHPLOjYXhFs/s72-c/tumblr_l3t7spm7ca1qzr04eo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-2392129673231897676</id><published>2010-07-25T22:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:26:45.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaddya want from me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TExS8gCSGCI/AAAAAAAABx0/uaLARotDH78/s1600/tumblr_l4d0fmS6I11qzr04eo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TExS8gCSGCI/AAAAAAAABx0/uaLARotDH78/s400/tumblr_l4d0fmS6I11qzr04eo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497860444457670690" 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/4555215848328345883-2392129673231897676?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2392129673231897676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=2392129673231897676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2392129673231897676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2392129673231897676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/07/whaddya-want-from-me.html' title='Whaddya want from me?'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TExS8gCSGCI/AAAAAAAABx0/uaLARotDH78/s72-c/tumblr_l4d0fmS6I11qzr04eo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7709182799861993721</id><published>2010-07-23T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:46:23.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin!!</title><content type='html'>Finally after procrastinating for a gazillion years and changing my mind a hundred times, I've finally changed the template =D. I'm getting a little crazy on my obsession with Underworld (clearly) haha. But I'm sure it won't be here for long. I found out today that changing the background is actually quite easy peasy. But I think I went a little crazy with the pink as well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7709182799861993721?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7709182799861993721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7709182799861993721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7709182799861993721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7709182799861993721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-blogskin.html' title='New blogskin!!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-2761171452000459324</id><published>2010-07-19T00:39:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:08:08.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TEPEL9vjcOI/AAAAAAAABwA/WRvruvtjwx0/s400/080720101172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495451680153759970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of God's most wonderful creation is this pretty little island in  Terengganu. It matters not I nearly &lt;s&gt;died&lt;/s&gt; vomitted in the boat, the  moment I saw those pretty little fishies under the sea, I knew it was  worth it. Having less than 4 hours of sleep really got to me  though. I can't functionla without at  least 8 hours of sleep (exam times are an exception), so the first day was quite horrible lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TEPEMdhz6QI/AAAAAAAABwI/ht2haBautkE/s400/080720101194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495451688686053634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this post under a blanket of stars at the beach. It was really pretty =). But pity the stars were not as clear and brilliant as the one in Cameron, due  to the bright lights surrounding the beach area. Not only that, but the sounds of the waves  here are constantly interrupted by people's voices and the blaring  music coming from Laguna resort. another shortcoming for those wanting peace and quietness...aka me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TEPEN_6F8sI/AAAAAAAABwg/XGf0AGOiDV4/s400/090720101216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495451715094573762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to bring this home la.. but dad said I can't unless I'm cool with being arrested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TEPENSHP6jI/AAAAAAAABwY/HexwQ8t1NMA/s400/090720101215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495451702801721906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sun is blazing hot omgosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this band at summer point, they're really good for a local unsigned  band -the girl and the guy sitting on the far right especially!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TEPFYptz6qI/AAAAAAAABxA/fcsx0B_9bFs/s400/090720101266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495452997627669154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite a nice place overall. Maybe Pulau  Perhentian or Tioman would be less commercialized, noisy and crowded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TEPFX02SgkI/AAAAAAAABw4/y-3sE8XINoc/s400/090720101230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495452983436149314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA yes this is one peculiar log =x. I feel disgusted but couldn't help taking a picture of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TEPFXvpkL-I/AAAAAAAABww/GybbCcJLqWA/s400/090720101227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495452982040604642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Either redang is a very safe place, or it doesn't work that the owner would just leave it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TEPFXACWUHI/AAAAAAAABwo/PWDmZ8pC0U8/s400/090720101223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495452969259651186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary:  the island is gorgeous but the environment was unpleasant. 6.5/10 la for  this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TEPF9LDohHI/AAAAAAAABxQ/ycM-PL6TmmU/s400/090720101244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495453625052857458" border="0" /&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="font-size:78%;"&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/4555215848328345883-2761171452000459324?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2761171452000459324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=2761171452000459324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2761171452000459324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/2761171452000459324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/07/redang_19.html' title='Redang'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TEPEL9vjcOI/AAAAAAAABwA/WRvruvtjwx0/s72-c/080720101172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-1944867010189763009</id><published>2010-07-07T09:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:03:51.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna soak up the sunnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TDPfUrZ-t3I/AAAAAAAABv4/PSrgVLNpJfE/s1600/tumblr_l4ujrnB87h1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TDPfUrZ-t3I/AAAAAAAABv4/PSrgVLNpJfE/s400/tumblr_l4ujrnB87h1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490977917036836722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lovee my holidayss &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eventhough I feel crappy due to hormones and period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redang better be good =D&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="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. you'll be a star in somebody else's sky =). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/4555215848328345883-1944867010189763009?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1944867010189763009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=1944867010189763009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1944867010189763009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/1944867010189763009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-gonna-soak-up-sunnn.html' title='I&apos;m gonna soak up the sunnn'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TDPfUrZ-t3I/AAAAAAAABv4/PSrgVLNpJfE/s72-c/tumblr_l4ujrnB87h1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-6737221158342903535</id><published>2010-06-30T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:22:07.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-This is gonna be a short one.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgoshhh exams are finally overrr I can't believe it man. Can't believe it took so long for this day to come. Ughh exam for 3 weeks is hell. It's like reliving SPM all over again. So not fun. But anywayyyss it's finally done and I can finally have my holiday =DD. So many things to do so little time! I only have like 2 and half weeks of holiday but wat the heck, will try to relax to the max before my dreadful second semester starts =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I can finally sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s.s. I used to be in love with SailorMoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-6737221158342903535?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6737221158342903535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=6737221158342903535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6737221158342903535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6737221158342903535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/06/freedom-101.html' title='Freedom 101'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7975473354920156834</id><published>2010-06-21T10:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:47:07.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senses</title><content type='html'>The way your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  senses &lt;/span&gt;reacts to the environment is kinda amazing. I  was sitting in the living room the other day reading when I heard a  weird tinkling music of some sort. I thought it was coming from my  laptop in the dining hall but figured it couldn't be since the music  wasn't on. So then I thought it came from the construction work outside  but then I realized the sound definitely came from inside the house. It  was soft at first so I wanted to just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ignore&lt;/span&gt; it. But then it got louder and louder and soon became the only  thing that I could hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So curiosity got the best of me and I  started following the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;".  I walked all the way to the kitchen only to find that the sound came  from the tap (anti-climax betul!). It wasn't turned off properly so the tap water was  dripping and the drops of water that hit the side of the plate caused  the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;tinkling&lt;/span&gt;" sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk  about heightened senses. I kinda stared at the tap for awhile. The  noise I assumed came from the construction site outside turned out to be  reverberated sounds of drops of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm reminded of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;  (wow wee -.-). Do we feel sad because we cry? or do we feel sad so we  cry? Is it James-Lange or Cannon-Bard's theory? And why am I talking  about Psychology when I'm suppose to be burrying myself behind &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business' books&lt;/span&gt;? I know why. Too free  =D. As usual haha. Nevermind, I'll try to make the next post on  Business (mainly on how I'm suffering for it =p)&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/_wJu5tvRtACA/TCCGcKQoN8I/AAAAAAAABvU/_7S_aui92Lc/s1600/tumblr_l3thfsBGuI1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TCCGcKQoN8I/AAAAAAAABvU/_7S_aui92Lc/s400/tumblr_l3thfsBGuI1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485532164485822402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really am =/&lt;/span&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Who knows  how He'll get a hold of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Get  our attention to prove He is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;He'll do and He'll use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Whatever He wants to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;To tell us "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Mandisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7975473354920156834?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7975473354920156834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7975473354920156834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7975473354920156834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7975473354920156834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/06/senses-omgosh-its-been-21-days-since-i_21.html' title='Senses'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TCCGcKQoN8I/AAAAAAAABvU/_7S_aui92Lc/s72-c/tumblr_l3thfsBGuI1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-984794072867438434</id><published>2010-06-10T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:37:46.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart is a funny story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TBG87fPSEeI/AAAAAAAABvA/lRUuqjQ6ObM/s1600/tumblr_kti2qu1HTJ1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TBG87fPSEeI/AAAAAAAABvA/lRUuqjQ6ObM/s400/tumblr_kti2qu1HTJ1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481369951670505954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I wouldn't do it but I did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;O foolish heart, you need a wall okay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's been a lack of updates haha. Not cause of exams though. I guess I'm just lost for words =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-984794072867438434?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/984794072867438434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=984794072867438434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/984794072867438434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/984794072867438434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/06/heart-is-funny-story.html' title='The heart is a funny story.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TBG87fPSEeI/AAAAAAAABvA/lRUuqjQ6ObM/s72-c/tumblr_kti2qu1HTJ1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-808058401414893199</id><published>2010-06-02T18:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:41:11.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even when I don't deserve it</title><content type='html'>It's been more than 10 days since I last blogged and I didn't even noticed it. how time flies =D. I guess the highlight of the events that have happened over the past few days were centered on, none other than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my laptop&lt;/span&gt;. To sum it all up, I've got a new laptop exactly a week after destroying (accidentally) the old one. could have gotten it earlier too if the guy fixing my lappy knew the lappy has problems with its motherboard, BEFORE adding in all the new softwares and hardwares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey am not complaining at all. I'm really really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; to have a new one! God is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; awesome&lt;/span&gt; yea =). What was merely a frustrated thought of how slow my laptop was, He heard me anyways, and gave me something &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;completely new&lt;/span&gt;! something I would have never dared asked for too (my old laptop was only 2 years old!). Though I really miss some of the functions and features of the old laptop (especially the big screen), I'm already beginning to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt; this new one =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that has happened; the good and the bad, it was all in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;His control&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I was just too impatient and, as usual, worrying too much about every little single thing to not see it. We know He will provide us with the best, but how many can fully trust Him to do so?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; I have to work on having childlike faith in Him =)&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/_wJu5tvRtACA/TAZNjzf0o-I/AAAAAAAABu4/Cj73C2cTO0I/s1600/Faith,+Hope+%26+Love+shimmer+12x12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TAZNjzf0o-I/AAAAAAAABu4/Cj73C2cTO0I/s400/Faith,+Hope+%26+Love+shimmer+12x12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478151274257228770" 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;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His ways are higher&lt;br /&gt;His ways are better&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes strange&lt;br /&gt;What could be stranger&lt;br /&gt;Than God in a manger&lt;br /&gt;- Mandisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-808058401414893199?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/808058401414893199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=808058401414893199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/808058401414893199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/808058401414893199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/06/even-when-i-dont-deserve-it.html' title='Even when I don&apos;t deserve it'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/TAZNjzf0o-I/AAAAAAAABu4/Cj73C2cTO0I/s72-c/Faith,+Hope+%26+Love+shimmer+12x12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7795908574731955764</id><published>2010-05-20T13:06:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:45:58.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a 2-way thing baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S_TE3BpZBTI/AAAAAAAABuw/AkYbF-PKxE4/s400/29252_398909028865_655718865_4033963_1051198_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473215896775886130" oncontextmenu="return false;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;What would uni be without you ppl I wonder =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've came to realize the importance of having a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;two-way communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; between friends and family. I guess I was unwillingly '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;' by some people I know. haha. With them I feel like I'm the only one trying to re-connect, and salvage any friendship that might have been there. And it has proven really hard over the years, when people take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think friendship is like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;plant&lt;/span&gt;. No matter how healthy the plant is, without nurturing it will eventually &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;wilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;. And it won't be easy trying to revive a dead plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its always a one-way thing, it just goes to show that the person couldn't even be bothered to spend 5 seconds of their time, to say a simple "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in case you haven't noticed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It takes two to tango =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inspiremetoday.com/gail/wp-content/uploads/fotolia-holding-hands1-262x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.inspiremetoday.com/gail/wp-content/uploads/fotolia-holding-hands1-262x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship doesn't work by holding on to air.&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="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. YAYYYY! Finally have a bible again!! Thanks mum =DDD so happy omgoshh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7795908574731955764?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7795908574731955764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7795908574731955764&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7795908574731955764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7795908574731955764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-2-way-thing-baby.html' title='It&apos;s a 2-way thing baby'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S_TE3BpZBTI/AAAAAAAABuw/AkYbF-PKxE4/s72-c/29252_398909028865_655718865_4033963_1051198_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-3395703376036512921</id><published>2010-05-16T23:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:08:26.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I love music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S_EVRN8zWkI/AAAAAAAABuo/la8VJub1tvs/s1600/tumblr_krjq1dl96H1qa5ueyo1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S_EVRN8zWkI/AAAAAAAABuo/la8VJub1tvs/s400/tumblr_krjq1dl96H1qa5ueyo1_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472178407778507330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music means a lot to me. Close friends would know that I'm a sucker for musical instruments.. (I wanna learn every single one there is on earth!!). Don't really know the exact reason why.. but I've came up with a few reasons y I love music. Only &lt;s&gt; 5 &lt;/s&gt;  6 for now but there'll be more in the future =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;1. It sings of words that I will never be able to express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. When they're inspirational, they can bring you to tears =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. It reminds me of the important people in my life =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. Because those silly emo songs are too meaningful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5. They remind you of the good, the bad, and life itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6. Every song tells its own story. Its like a storybook but shorter =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there won't be a lot of songs singing about their 'disco stick' in the future. Cause I think I did rather listen to silence than listen to meaningless songs lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how can I stand here with You, and not be moved by You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-3395703376036512921?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3395703376036512921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=3395703376036512921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3395703376036512921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/3395703376036512921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/reasons-why-i-love-music.html' title='Reasons why I love music.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S_EVRN8zWkI/AAAAAAAABuo/la8VJub1tvs/s72-c/tumblr_krjq1dl96H1qa5ueyo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-8016872416312619049</id><published>2010-05-16T20:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:40:24.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need a little more push</title><content type='html'>If only I have more courage. Then maybe it wouldn't be so hard. So ding dong bell la you haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S-_mj5_UTEI/AAAAAAAABuY/ERRbUverQIw/s1600/tumblr_l1vq20qmTx1qzr04eo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S-_mj5_UTEI/AAAAAAAABuY/ERRbUverQIw/s400/tumblr_l1vq20qmTx1qzr04eo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471845576814644290" 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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. If there were more dreamers, life would be more interesting =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-8016872416312619049?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8016872416312619049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=8016872416312619049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8016872416312619049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8016872416312619049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-everyone-needs-little-push.html' title='I think I need a little more push'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S-_mj5_UTEI/AAAAAAAABuY/ERRbUverQIw/s72-c/tumblr_l1vq20qmTx1qzr04eo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7995654299103989901</id><published>2010-05-13T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:33:34.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm now officially a fan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You became the light on the dark side of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="370" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoF2_9L2_pw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoF2_9L2_pw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="370" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think both Lee and Seal were equally awesome with this song =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7995654299103989901?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7995654299103989901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7995654299103989901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7995654299103989901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7995654299103989901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-now-officially-fan.html' title='I&apos;m now officially a fan.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-330855412659363667</id><published>2010-05-12T17:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:07:41.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S-qAXc1Rz2I/AAAAAAAABuI/68AFnyxWHuw/s1600/tumblr_kufuyxvc801qzr04eo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S-qAXc1Rz2I/AAAAAAAABuI/68AFnyxWHuw/s400/tumblr_kufuyxvc801qzr04eo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470325837759893346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still..&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/_wJu5tvRtACA/S-p-Fv0v16I/AAAAAAAABuA/-IdyhU2Itqg/s1600/HA6EiTMtQmdvljdp1meTn1vJo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S-p-Fv0v16I/AAAAAAAABuA/-IdyhU2Itqg/s400/HA6EiTMtQmdvljdp1meTn1vJo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470323334597040034" 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;By the man who died on the cross =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S-qAj3uN1ZI/AAAAAAAABuQ/-3dXpzfEY4k/s1600/IZZYGALVEZ-JesusCross-John3-16-Sepi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S-qAj3uN1ZI/AAAAAAAABuQ/-3dXpzfEY4k/s400/IZZYGALVEZ-JesusCross-John3-16-Sepi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470326051136460178" 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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. I never told you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-330855412659363667?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/330855412659363667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=330855412659363667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/330855412659363667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/330855412659363667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-eternity.html' title='For eternity'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S-qAXc1Rz2I/AAAAAAAABuI/68AFnyxWHuw/s72-c/tumblr_kufuyxvc801qzr04eo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-6879599542210574397</id><published>2010-05-08T21:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:45:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>And I know I still can't use bad words to describe that stupid truck driver. My car got hit today. That idiot driver swerved into MY LANE while turning at a traffic light. I slammed on my brakes when I saw him coming so close and honked at him, but he just kept going =.=. And then the vehicle's back hit the front of my car. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What's worse is that he didn't even bother to STOP after he hit me&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't go after him to jot down the company number (written at the back) and the car plate in time cause it was a red light =.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been 3 days since the last one. Give me a break man.. irresponsible douche-bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-6879599542210574397?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6879599542210574397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=6879599542210574397&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6879599542210574397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6879599542210574397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/accident-again.html' title='Accident AGAIN!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-8781027657717914997</id><published>2010-05-05T18:36:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:52:49.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff happens.</title><content type='html'>It hasn't been THAT long, but Blogspot has forgotten bout me already, direct me to the login page haha. The reason for the long delay is well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ASS-ignments =).&lt;br /&gt;2. Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I did have some stuff that I would really like to blog aboutla. There were times where I've posted them up but then..er took them down after 5 minutes =D haha. Reason too emo-la some of them =p. I don't wanna scare people away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today got something quite 'interesting' to talk about lol. I erm ter-touch somebody's car while turning a junction. It was bad judgement on my part lar. So anyways we stopped at a nearby petrol station. And the first impression she gave me was "what's your problem?". She looked like she was about to snap at me. Then I guess after she looked at her car, realized that it was just a scratch at the front, cooled down lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked for my phone number and all that, checked my car plate number and stuff. Guess she was afraid her dad might wanna claim insurance or call me to pay, I don't knowla lol. Or maybe she hasn't got into any accidents before (was a p-driver), cause according to my mum, those kinda scratches are really minor and takkan she want me to change her whole car front also right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus she said I banged her, which actually sounded wrong.. cause I merely went on my own lane, just that I didn't know her car head was that close to my side. Yes, it was my back car door that had scratched her car front =.=. And it all happened because I thought there were enough space for my tiny car haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall she was quite nice. Said she didn't want to claim any charges but she had to go through her dad first. She called back after I reached home, saying that it's okay, no claims and whatnot. Oh wow, it's been a long time since I've had such a lengthy post =D. Oh and my car is okay haha. after I polished it, it looks good as new. with just a very fine scratch line towards the tyre. And so this ends the very lengthy post =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. celaka betul, I usually don't use that road on a Wednesday =.=. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s.s I'll learn to love my car more from now on haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-8781027657717914997?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8781027657717914997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=8781027657717914997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8781027657717914997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8781027657717914997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/stuff-happens.html' title='Stuff happens.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-5528179912073378862</id><published>2010-04-30T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T02:43:17.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another funny moment hahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ❤ said (01:59):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jahah nites bobo&lt;br /&gt;*eh all the best 2moro=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B said (01:59):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haha =)&lt;br /&gt;*thank u momo&lt;br /&gt;*u too nites ya = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B said (02:00):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sweeter dreams&lt;br /&gt;*=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ❤ said (02:00):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B says (02:00):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nites =)&lt;br /&gt;*wait&lt;br /&gt;*i said nights right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ❤ says (02:00):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B says (02:00):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh ya i did&lt;br /&gt;*kay nights =D&lt;br /&gt;*=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ❤ says (02:00):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B says (02:00):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ❤ says (02:00):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3rd time la&lt;br /&gt;*aduiii&lt;br /&gt;*better go slp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B says (02:01):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ohh sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt;*nights=&lt;br /&gt;*=D&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ❤ says (02:01):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4th time LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my blog is more alive than yours la bobo =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-5528179912073378862?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5528179912073378862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=5528179912073378862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5528179912073378862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/5528179912073378862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-funny-moment-hahaha.html' title='Another funny moment hahaha.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-7250928759922348608</id><published>2010-04-29T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:28:23.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="370" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wxOVn99FTE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wxOVn99FTE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="370" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there is no guarantee,&lt;br /&gt;That this life is easy.&lt;br /&gt;When my  world is falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;when there is no light to break up the dark,&lt;br /&gt;That's  when I look at you.&lt;br /&gt;When the waves are flooding the shore and I&lt;br /&gt;can't  find my way home anymore,&lt;br /&gt;That's when I..I look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;I see forgiveness, I see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;You love me for  who I am like the stars&lt;br /&gt;hold the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Right there where they  belong and I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Today was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. NOOOO HOW CAN SIOBHAN BE OUT! SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-7250928759922348608?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7250928759922348608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=7250928759922348608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7250928759922348608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/7250928759922348608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-there-is-no-guarantee-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-6951470849484697653</id><published>2010-04-29T10:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:51:16.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God help me.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes talking to her makes me wanna pull my hair out. It's like she talks without thinking first sometimes. And she starts talking gibberish and totally out of the point and I don't know what the heck she's trying to say. It's so weird! Omgosh..tak tahan man lol. I think I better just stick to only talking to God at home or even the four walls is better sometimes lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. Goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-6951470849484697653?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6951470849484697653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=6951470849484697653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6951470849484697653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/6951470849484697653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-help-me.html' title='God help me.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-8614389053023865746</id><published>2010-04-28T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:34:18.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom from Taylor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S9cNhE1hOfI/AAAAAAAABtw/uaWhTxVCDa8/s1600/tumblr_kyzcyfnE8y1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S9cNhE1hOfI/AAAAAAAABtw/uaWhTxVCDa8/s400/tumblr_kyzcyfnE8y1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464851534722447858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew Taylor could speak such brilliant words=p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a friend invited me to join their club's white water rafting thingy..or something along those lines haha. He said they're gonna stay overnight at the place. And I said "But I don't have a sleeping bag..". So he said.. "it's okay can sleep on the grass and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;look at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; the stars at night&lt;/span&gt;, it's awesome".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that wasn't such a bad idea. Sleeping on the grass is a big no-no lar &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who knows what might crawl up my shirt wei -.-)&lt;/span&gt;, but then the stars part sounds &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; =). I just might have accepted his invitation if it didn't clash with Church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-8614389053023865746?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8614389053023865746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=8614389053023865746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8614389053023865746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8614389053023865746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/words-of-wisdom-from-taylor.html' title='Words of Wisdom from Taylor!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S9cNhE1hOfI/AAAAAAAABtw/uaWhTxVCDa8/s72-c/tumblr_kyzcyfnE8y1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-4180679870198543591</id><published>2010-04-25T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:47:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People deserve better. That's why.</title><content type='html'>If you don't want it to go anywhere, the best thing you can do is to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S9RQMpBgL6I/AAAAAAAABto/W87-NYOUzXA/s1600/tumblr_koo51oHNf31qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S9RQMpBgL6I/AAAAAAAABto/W87-NYOUzXA/s400/tumblr_koo51oHNf31qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464080426008063906" 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/4555215848328345883-4180679870198543591?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4180679870198543591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=4180679870198543591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4180679870198543591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/4180679870198543591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-deserve-better-thats-why.html' title='People deserve better. That&apos;s why.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S9RQMpBgL6I/AAAAAAAABto/W87-NYOUzXA/s72-c/tumblr_koo51oHNf31qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-8037185234872290314</id><published>2010-04-23T17:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:47:10.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Could See Me Now</title><content type='html'>Cecelia Ahern is such a good author! But this book is a bit too sad ady laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"She began to sob. Quiet whimpers at first that soon exited her mouth as pain-filled wails from the depths of her heart. She could hear her own hurt. Each tear was a call for help that had never been answered before, and that she didn’t expect to be answered now. And that made her cry even more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love.. “emotions that she felt she was never given enough of, to be able to share.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess R. L. Stine is no more my favourite hahah. Cecelia would be at par with Stephenie Meyer =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S9Frai9y4vI/AAAAAAAABtg/YcYfAREu5WI/s1600/tumblr_ksdcx4mR7Y1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S9Frai9y4vI/AAAAAAAABtg/YcYfAREu5WI/s400/tumblr_ksdcx4mR7Y1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463265926783886066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Everybody's gotta learn to be smart =D&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/4555215848328345883-8037185234872290314?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8037185234872290314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=8037185234872290314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8037185234872290314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/8037185234872290314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-could-see-me-now.html' title='If You Could See Me Now'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJu5tvRtACA/S9Frai9y4vI/AAAAAAAABtg/YcYfAREu5WI/s72-c/tumblr_ksdcx4mR7Y1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555215848328345883.post-9006649014463550925</id><published>2010-04-20T18:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:27:15.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain</title><content type='html'>It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took his vital  signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I  was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking care of  his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?&lt;/span&gt;'  He smiled as he patted my hand and said, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That is the kind of love I want in my life&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life isn't about how to survive the storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;But how to dance in the rain&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;/blockquote&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="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taken from email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555215848328345883-9006649014463550925?l=jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9006649014463550925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555215848328345883&amp;postID=9006649014463550925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/9006649014463550925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555215848328345883/posts/default/9006649014463550925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanetteliaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/rain.html' title='The Rain'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977608638028559798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyIrcO9fVc/TfSZuBPas1I/AAAAAAAACW8/ZD0BBERRidk/s220/163962_10150109164670491_602985490_7942926_4209896_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
