<?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-8073004952677138624</id><updated>2012-01-29T23:14:50.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~* Berries's Dove *~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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or wrong..&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling insecure all the while..&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I love you but it seems like not working out..&lt;br /&gt;I respect your decision as what you always said..&lt;br /&gt;Clueless..&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/8073004952677138624-5938339347285575524?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5938339347285575524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=5938339347285575524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5938339347285575524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5938339347285575524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/confuse.html' title='Confuse'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1522710363252017416</id><published>2009-07-29T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:31:14.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you have chosen any other thing over me..&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself, how much I worth to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away..&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/8073004952677138624-1522710363252017416?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1522710363252017416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1522710363252017416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1522710363252017416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1522710363252017416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-you-have-chosen-any-other-thing.html' title='Despair'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4868328608084546116</id><published>2009-07-28T02:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:55:49.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If even though I am someone to tell you not to do something..&lt;br /&gt;And if you really want to..&lt;br /&gt;I believe that still I do not have the power to stop you..&lt;br /&gt;Well oh well, I am here to accept..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;And to accept every little thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, feelings and what-so-ever..&lt;br /&gt;I do respect whatever decision you have made or going to make..&lt;br /&gt;It is because you're important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate is the only word I can be expressing myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and feelings will be down to the bottom of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;- Locked up -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you..&lt;br /&gt;And I really do..&lt;br /&gt;I'm there, still there.&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/8073004952677138624-4868328608084546116?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4868328608084546116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4868328608084546116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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appreciate me..&lt;br /&gt;If you ever do not appreciate my love..&lt;br /&gt;If you ever do not appreciate my effort..&lt;br /&gt;If you ever do not take me seriously..&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever take me for granted..&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough..&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/8073004952677138624-2394472590583906170?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2394472590583906170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2394472590583906170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2394472590583906170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2394472590583906170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7935275259129016972</id><published>2009-07-24T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:37:27.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrowness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When things do not work out, people start blaming on Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of putting effort to make things work out once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Smifp-QKgnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/HI_uoP7RGik/s1600-h/sad_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Smifp-QKgnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/HI_uoP7RGik/s320/sad_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361710899818824306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baring it all alone.&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/8073004952677138624-7935275259129016972?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7935275259129016972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-8105433656996601767</id><published>2009-07-23T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:13:02.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wanna fight no more.&lt;br /&gt;I got it alright?&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to listen.&lt;br /&gt;And I am finding a way to release.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;The moment we hug..&lt;br /&gt;The moment I miss the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you, taking your steps and leaving me behind?&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/8073004952677138624-8105433656996601767?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8105433656996601767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=8105433656996601767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8105433656996601767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8105433656996601767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/sighs.html' title='Sighs'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-8275410290418724687</id><published>2009-07-21T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:50:03.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abnormal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gees why must you behaved so abnormal as being, showing or acting that you don't care? Or you seriously never mind about it anymore and if is like you're alright with any single thing. I realized that I have actually never know how to react towards it. Is heart broken that when someone meant a lot to you but you're just no longer to keep telling him all the words like I miss you, I love you, you meant the world, you're important and stuff when the particular person is not giving any reactions to you which showed that he is actually or might be numb with all that??? Ouh yea.. I ended up thinking so much as why is he acting that way lately. I do take things seriously but sadly people will only think or thought that I'm fooling around. Like what Andrew actually throw it right on my face! And yes I ended up having a fight with him and telling all sorts of stuff deep down the bottom of my heart. I don't need to prove and I do not need to write on my forehead, start telling and showing everyone that how much I care, how serious I am and stuff alright? If you couldn't feel it then leave it! I would rather keep it to myself. I am tired and I just want someone that I can actually lean on and take care of me. Someone who can actually make me feel belongs to. If you no longer have feelings on me.. Sleepless night and I got to attend that freaking work tomorrow at 730 a.m. and do nothing in the office BUT receiving complains regarding that I am too free. And now I got blame for being free as you hired me for nothing and you got no work for me to do! I would like to throw a sentence of WTF right on your face, stupid bitch! And I do feel like quitting! My patience are so going to reach the limits. It seems like everything so fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nik's wedding pictures will be upload soon -&lt;br /&gt;Signing off * trying to get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cath's mood: Upside down. If you're not important..&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/8073004952677138624-8275410290418724687?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8275410290418724687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=8275410290418724687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8275410290418724687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8275410290418724687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/abnormal.html' title='Abnormal'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7983940469199629774</id><published>2009-07-14T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:46:13.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics tell it all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam Lambert - No Boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback - If Today was Your Last Day&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/8073004952677138624-7983940469199629774?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7983940469199629774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7983940469199629774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7983940469199629774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7983940469199629774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/lyrics-tell-it-all.html' title='Lyrics tell it all..'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2784958671612240066</id><published>2009-07-14T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:16:10.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great I am having right side migrain now in the office. All by myself alone.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just stop calling and sms-ing me as I've already freak out by your emotional and actions.&lt;br /&gt;Guys.. who taking promise so so so important..&lt;br /&gt;I've got too many disappointment from promises and I knew the feeling of being disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;Why promise when I know no one can do it and expect me to do what I've promised..&lt;br /&gt;Promise, always causing me trouble and problems.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is I never promise but I am accused that I've promised but in the end I got anger and hurtful sentences in return because I never fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am left clueless! *&lt;br /&gt;- I never like this feeling. =.=ll -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-2784958671612240066?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2784958671612240066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2784958671612240066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2784958671612240066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2784958671612240066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7363521057861524141</id><published>2009-07-06T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:26:52.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am getting more and more frustrated over the Management of the college as they are happily holding my full transcript as well as my letter of completion! I could not proceed with the process of registration with another institution without the document! Dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-They love to drag and drag and drag no matter what it is regarding about!-&lt;br /&gt;It is so so so inefficient!!&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/8073004952677138624-7363521057861524141?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7363521057861524141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7363521057861524141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7363521057861524141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7363521057861524141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/piss.html' title='Piss!'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1634523595365276710</id><published>2009-07-03T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:23:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Track..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not into updating lately. Don't ask it is because I don't have an idea why is it so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe I'm spending my time only on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am so off track lately. I've lost my sense and never know what I want to do and what I am going to do next. It seems like I have already missed out a lot of things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sadly, I've no longer able to capture with what I used to handle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;* Hiding silently at the corner *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And if only what he blogged is about me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/8073004952677138624-1634523595365276710?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1634523595365276710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1634523595365276710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1634523595365276710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1634523595365276710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/off-track.html' title='Off Track..'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4535177414435632104</id><published>2009-01-25T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:50:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will never knows that how she feels while you blamed on her for not telling her there's a class as do you think she can remember everything and be like a postman or internet to keep everyone update on everything when you do not even give the effort to ask her? C'mon! She's a human and she got her own problems to settle. She's not a machine okay?! Do you ever think of how she feels while you're blaming her and questioned her in front of everyone? More over is your responsibility to find out if there is a class as someone does. After all you are showing your temper by switching seat! Godness, she's so disappointed! Why human lately tend to be so selfish and not thinking of how other people feel? Especially when he says: I wonder if there's somebody is willing to marry you as a wife... He never ever thinks that is so hurtful to a girl as she is his own girlfriend and the sentence came out of his boyfriend's mouth. Oh My God! What is happening to the earth?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I started to feel that I am not blessed with anything and anyone in this world -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* Whatever! *&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/8073004952677138624-4535177414435632104?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4535177414435632104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4535177414435632104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4535177414435632104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4535177414435632104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-blessed.html' title='I&apos;m not Blessed'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1745240275354296888</id><published>2008-12-21T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:34:00.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the update of my latest look =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And please stop complaining that I never update my blog as I am really lazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282174122809194290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4NYOfNdzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/7tk3fGMzh54/s320/Photo143.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is Sabrina and Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-1745240275354296888?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1745240275354296888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1745240275354296888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1745240275354296888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1745240275354296888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/12/latest-photo.html' title='Latest Photo'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4NYOfNdzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/7tk3fGMzh54/s72-c/Photo143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-5372820957023196112</id><published>2008-11-12T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:25:29.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going through difficult time alone lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really need to take a break after my internship!&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/8073004952677138624-5372820957023196112?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5372820957023196112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=5372820957023196112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5372820957023196112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5372820957023196112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/11/difficult-time.html' title='Difficult Time'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2936157041282811967</id><published>2008-11-07T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:21:00.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm busy as usual. Went to the airport to pick up an important guest from the airport for the sake of picking up and get a better comment for my internship which caused me have not enough rest! Due to the busy days, I've realise that I've been neglecting a lot of stuff around me. Well, is actually I've get disappointed and bored over something. There's changes need to be make, I'm afraid and feelings are fading away. More and more questions are popping out in my mind. Why this and why that.. Bla bla bla.. No answer still! Lately is like I do everything for the sake of doing. I got everything for the sake of having it. One word can be described all, Meaningless! And why should I pretend that I know nothing when I actually know what is going on?&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/8073004952677138624-2936157041282811967?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2936157041282811967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2936157041282811967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2936157041282811967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2936157041282811967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/11/neglect.html' title='Neglect'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1998471441327250895</id><published>2008-10-04T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:27:52.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win a Free HandBag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna win a free handbag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Click on this link!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;http://www.handbagplanet.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Act now without thinking twice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-1998471441327250895?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1998471441327250895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1998471441327250895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1998471441327250895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1998471441327250895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/10/win-free-handbag.html' title='Win a Free HandBag!'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4613333124316693705</id><published>2008-10-04T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:58:32.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Calculation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again. I've received this by my e-mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Key-in the first 3 digits of your handphone number (not the 01x number) into the calculator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Multiply by 80 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Add 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Multiply by 250 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Plus last four digits of phone number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) Plus last four digits of phone number again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) Minus 250 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8) Divide by 2 at last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at what you got?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have Fun and Stay Cool Always~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-4613333124316693705?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4613333124316693705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4613333124316693705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4613333124316693705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4613333124316693705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing-calculation.html' title='An Amazing Calculation'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1929694317116313482</id><published>2008-10-02T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:28:27.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing With God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I just got this e-mail from Patrick. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I meditated on the word  Guidance, I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word.   I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing.   When two people try to lead, nothing feels right.   The movement doesn't flow with the music,   and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.   When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead,   both bodies begin to flow with the music.   One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back   or by pressing Lightly in one direction or another.   It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully.   The dance takes surrender, willingness,   and attentiveness from one person   and gentle guidance and skill from the other.   My eyes drew back to the word Guidance.   When I saw "G: I thought of God, followed by "u" and "i".   "God, "u" and "i" dance."   God, you, and I dance.   As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust   that I would get   guidance about my life.   Once again, I became willing to let God lead.   My prayer for you today is that God's blessings   and mercies be upon you on this day and everyday.   May you abide in God as God   abides in you.   Dance together with God, trusting God to lead   and to guide you through each season of your life.   This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached.   If God has done anything for   you in your life,   please share this message with someone else,   for prayer is one of the best gifts we can receive.   There is no cost but a lot of rewards;   so let's continue to pray for one another.   And I Hope You Dance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* I've found it a meaningful one *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-1929694317116313482?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1929694317116313482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1929694317116313482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1929694317116313482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1929694317116313482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/10/dancing-with-god.html' title='Dancing With God'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7989953095808372672</id><published>2008-09-28T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:13:51.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Little Meet Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Small little meet up session with the secondary schoolmates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250933451191098706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8QJzl2HVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0KWx4YW73GY/s320/1_717961091l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;EeLing and Me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250933460716198050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8QKXEzmKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wuwbBnrSSBs/s320/1_832331578l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pao Kok, Me, HuiYen, EeLing and JunHo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* My face is swollen in the photos as I am having serious allergic. =( *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-7989953095808372672?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7989953095808372672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7989953095808372672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7989953095808372672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7989953095808372672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/09/small-little-meet-up.html' title='Small Little Meet Up'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8QJzl2HVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0KWx4YW73GY/s72-c/1_717961091l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4886702292205031023</id><published>2008-09-28T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:54:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Out Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've just realised that I've missed out all these photos on my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A night outing with the Girls in The Curve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8M8XyGL4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/sBEWqKxQyxA/s1600-h/1_931360781m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250929921853108098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8M8XyGL4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/sBEWqKxQyxA/s320/1_931360781m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Adeline&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8MuBV3V7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/gFkSqWED5cQ/s1600-h/1_126663362m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250929675310946226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8MuBV3V7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/gFkSqWED5cQ/s320/1_126663362m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Adeline in The Apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8MubcEpQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f_Jam17yADI/s1600-h/1_166126914m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250929682316305666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8MubcEpQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f_Jam17yADI/s320/1_166126914m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Mirror Picture in Empress Cafe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8MussymkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VqdtZImVk20/s1600-h/1_426498231m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250929686949829186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8MussymkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VqdtZImVk20/s320/1_426498231m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Cheekie one by Amenda, Me and Adeline!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8Mu3xjyaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Nyk6gjX7w0o/s1600-h/1_797936679m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250929689922619810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8Mu3xjyaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Nyk6gjX7w0o/s320/1_797936679m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We Are Having A Good Time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8MvNHx5KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SrtoEXC3Zzw/s1600-h/1_814683342m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250929695652963490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8MvNHx5KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SrtoEXC3Zzw/s320/1_814683342m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love Amenda and Me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please Do Stay Tune, More to Come~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-4886702292205031023?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4886702292205031023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4886702292205031023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4886702292205031023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4886702292205031023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/09/missed-out-photos.html' title='Missed Out Photos'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SN8M8XyGL4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/sBEWqKxQyxA/s72-c/1_931360781m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7136466583047997289</id><published>2008-09-27T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:47:08.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Due to Hui Ann and Kim who didn't know how to access further in my blog and Ivan keep complaining about my blog's navigations, I've decided to use back a simple template. Blog link will be update soon and decorations needed. Give me some time as I've just finished my yummy supper and heading to my bed! Adios!&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/8073004952677138624-7136466583047997289?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7136466583047997289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7136466583047997289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7136466583047997289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7136466583047997289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/09/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-3463338562186669693</id><published>2008-09-26T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:58:43.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well, I think I better get back on track as ChinJou asked me to keep my blog ALIVE once AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a few things that I am going to update all of you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) I'm currently doing my internship in Glenmarie Holiday Inn Kuala Lumpur. So, I'm gonna be a little busy until December. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Unfortunately, I am allergic to the chemical that used in the housekeeping department of the hotel and I am on 2 weeks MC. Hoping to get well. My face swollen badly =.='' !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) The skin of my hands and both legs are cracking. Thanks to the chemical and spent some amount on lotions, lip balms and medicine to get what suppose to be smooth, to be smooth again, what suppose to be recover and heal, to be recover and heal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Good news. I got my facial wash that I wanted to use so eagerly back again and I've get rid of the cosmetics like foundation, bla bla EXCEPT my eye lashes mascara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) I am dying to collect more Belly Dancing Hip Scarves or costumes. So, please do tell me if you know any places are selling them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6) I am so looking forward for a holiday right after my internship. I need to relax! The job is killing me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(*-*) Signing off for bed time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-3463338562186669693?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3463338562186669693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=3463338562186669693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3463338562186669693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3463338562186669693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/09/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh.'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4975204730388443595</id><published>2008-08-02T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:18:31.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really do feel like giving up ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I see no future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/8073004952677138624-4975204730388443595?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4975204730388443595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4975204730388443595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4975204730388443595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4975204730388443595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/08/serious-thought.html' title='Serious Thought'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6856569768744487943</id><published>2008-06-26T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:46:10.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A very meaningful day for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, finally I have met up with a few of my cousins from Pang's family ^.^v in the hospital as my third cousin brother admitted due to the sickness of dengue. Of course, he is getting better and better. And soon we are going to have dinner in his restaurant right after he is back to his duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt the warm welcome from them, espcially my elder coursin brother who keep in touch with me until now. Is great to see you again and thank you for the hundo and asking permission from my father to allow you to take the responsibility as a cousin brother, to take care of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you for letting me know that there is still somebody out there for me.&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/8073004952677138624-6856569768744487943?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6856569768744487943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6856569768744487943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6856569768744487943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6856569768744487943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/06/meaningful-day.html' title='Meaningful Day'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7361479755499949900</id><published>2008-06-02T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:17:36.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cure my heartaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-   All the broken hearted, that once was me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-7361479755499949900?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7361479755499949900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7361479755499949900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7361479755499949900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7361479755499949900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/06/cure.html' title='Cure'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6041482507614892671</id><published>2008-06-02T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:12:55.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone To Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So hear my loneliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; giving up on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need you anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've found what I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So hear my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emptiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got no room for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've finally found what I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dreaming&lt;/span&gt; of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be my inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone to touch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt; for life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Shayne Ward&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/8073004952677138624-6041482507614892671?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6041482507614892671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6041482507614892671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6041482507614892671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6041482507614892671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/06/someone-to-love.html' title='Someone To Love'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4725251003079754255</id><published>2008-06-02T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:04:39.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's My Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not here to say I'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not here to lie to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm here to say I'm ready,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That I've finally thought it through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not here to let you're love go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not giving up oh no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm here to win your heart and soul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-   The Heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-4725251003079754255?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4725251003079754255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4725251003079754255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4725251003079754255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4725251003079754255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-my-goal.html' title='That&apos;s My Goal'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1349531482779892525</id><published>2008-06-01T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:59:29.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feels like nobody ever knew me until you knew me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feels like nobody ever loved me until you loved me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feels like nobody ever touched me until you touched me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't wanna run away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just wanna make your day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't wanna make it worse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just wanna make us work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-1349531482779892525?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1349531482779892525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1349531482779892525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1349531482779892525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1349531482779892525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/06/until-you.html' title='Until You'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-3217410448062948808</id><published>2008-06-01T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:53:09.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've abandoned my blog for sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately, things ain't going the way I want them to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am feeling extremely despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there's no one that allow me to turn to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save me please..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-   The Despair&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-3217410448062948808?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3217410448062948808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=3217410448062948808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3217410448062948808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3217410448062948808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-wrong.html' title='Went Wrong'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-5426667820153894718</id><published>2008-05-04T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:40:05.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I carried no more hope to the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shocking news from Amenda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabrina had banged Amenda's shoe rack with Amenda's car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabrina: You need to practice on your driving skill, wey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very lucky, Amenda managed to save her tortoise from getting kill by Sabrina. Hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need a pair of Ballet Shoe so so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amenda need a pair of Crocs Shoe!&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/8073004952677138624-5426667820153894718?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5426667820153894718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=5426667820153894718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5426667820153894718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5426667820153894718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/05/shocking.html' title='Shocking!'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-906378668865716978</id><published>2008-04-21T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:42:20.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quoted from a guy who posted this:&lt;br /&gt;I would not have to worry about a person whinnying to you why you never spend time with her, your bank account would definitely be able to sustain and never reach the Rm10.00 minimum , you can enjoy endless outing with friends without feeling guilty and the list would go on ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For all the above, you want a girlfriend for what since you said so?&lt;br /&gt;Go and get a dog. Even a dog will bark you while you make her unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You f*ck a whore also need to pay, wey! You think there is free lunch in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you do not want to spend time with her then why hold on with her and waste her time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She might be able to find somebody who is better than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you want your bank account to sustain then you ask the girl to pay everything for you, good idea?&lt;br /&gt;Even if you rare a dog also you need to spend time with your dog, playing with your dog, feed your dog and bathe your dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do not forget, dog food also need to buy with money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do not say only your girlfriend will do that to you. I am sure your mother will do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Think with your brain, loser. Do not only know how to f*ck when you're horny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go and be a monk if this is the case.&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/8073004952677138624-906378668865716978?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/906378668865716978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=906378668865716978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/906378668865716978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/906378668865716978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-sucks.html' title='You Sucks!'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-169938958404336565</id><published>2008-04-10T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:35:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May you rest in peace, Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will always be in our hearts.&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/8073004952677138624-169938958404336565?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/169938958404336565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=169938958404336565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/169938958404336565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/169938958404336565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/04/eric.html' title='Eric'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-3124140700238703374</id><published>2008-04-07T14:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:27:56.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Presentation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, is our presentation day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's some photos over all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Between, all the photos are taken by handphones as I'm rushing to college and have left my camera at home =.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186384520204801330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R_m9PhNkVTI/AAAAAAAAASY/CEDa6w6n-X4/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Nik!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186385331953620322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R_m9-xNkVWI/AAAAAAAAASw/vA0hpgtCkyQ/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peace Direct Travel &amp;amp; Tour (M) Sdn. Bhd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186384533089703250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R_m9QRNkVVI/AAAAAAAAASo/19GjoZ9VD-o/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186383991923823842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R_m8wxNkVOI/AAAAAAAAARw/HppSag4HLZM/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Ellya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186383996218791154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R_m8xBNkVPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/OBevBMHkW90/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Atiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186384000513758466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R_m8xRNkVQI/AAAAAAAAASA/Jwvht4L08ak/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Amenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186384000513758482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R_m8xRNkVRI/AAAAAAAAASI/bPj-I8JtZP4/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186384000513758498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R_m8xRNkVSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dmW0qfksApk/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wan and Ellya, The Couple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even though is tiring, we enjoyed the day! Good job Mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-3124140700238703374?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3124140700238703374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=3124140700238703374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3124140700238703374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3124140700238703374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-presentation-day.html' title='Our Presentation Day'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R_m9PhNkVTI/AAAAAAAAASY/CEDa6w6n-X4/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-9171070319680017800</id><published>2008-03-27T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:09:42.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Love Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Love event by Nike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182438501821732050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R-u4XBNkVNI/AAAAAAAAARo/KkTPTVP8RLU/s320/IMG_0403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chia Ping and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Goodie Bag included Chenelle's CD + This is Love Event Nike's bracelet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-9171070319680017800?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/9171070319680017800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=9171070319680017800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/9171070319680017800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/9171070319680017800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-love-event.html' title='This is Love Event'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R-u4XBNkVNI/AAAAAAAAARo/KkTPTVP8RLU/s72-c/IMG_0403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2034441637687727870</id><published>2008-03-27T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:04:59.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High5 BreadTown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's some photos of my High5 Breadtown tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Between, there's lot to improve in this trip. For example, transportation arrangement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182436685050565762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R-u2tRNkVII/AAAAAAAAARA/v_8H_oE-1M4/s320/IMG_0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ellya, Me, Atiqah, Amenda, Foong Ling and Navinn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182436697935467666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R-u2uBNkVJI/AAAAAAAAARI/TMSofa9IxMc/s320/IMG_0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The so-called poser, Rizwan and Navinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182436719410304162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R-u2vRNkVKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/D0BWk__hq4A/s320/IMG_0411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Amenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182436728000238770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R-u2vxNkVLI/AAAAAAAAARY/wW1T6dgdnJ8/s320/IMG_0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Foong Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182436736590173378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R-u2wRNkVMI/AAAAAAAAARg/jByqMVjFZFw/s320/IMG_0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Bread Models, Ellya, Me and Amenda. =.='' Ceh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-2034441637687727870?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2034441637687727870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2034441637687727870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2034441637687727870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2034441637687727870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/03/high5-breadtown.html' title='High5 BreadTown'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R-u2tRNkVII/AAAAAAAAARA/v_8H_oE-1M4/s72-c/IMG_0408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-5534077568156314611</id><published>2008-03-25T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:23:35.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is always full of surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I believe I can handle things by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Between, I do not think that you need to be so mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once year twice, will not take you much time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He already not here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all you can do for him. So why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But creating a fuss over about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And made me unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who can I turn to when I have so much to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People tend to tell me: Hey, will you stop complaining? Hey, I had enough.. Bla bla bla and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why must you be so selfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright fine, I will keep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until the end of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will say :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had enough too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do I worth even a cent to anyone of you out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do not think so!&lt;br /&gt;It is because you do not show me I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Full of disappointment...&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/8073004952677138624-5534077568156314611?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5534077568156314611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=5534077568156314611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5534077568156314611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5534077568156314611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4519170742849104675</id><published>2008-02-29T00:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:09:26.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul-Out Hartamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28th February 2008, Soul-Out Hartamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172068959732621874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R8bhUOqv4jI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bzrBD2ZwKVM/s320/IMG_0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me and Adeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172066932508058066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R8bfeOqv4dI/AAAAAAAAAQI/atupK14lqMk/s320/IMG_0363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me and Amenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172066941097992674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R8bfeuqv4eI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0q8I3opLMJU/s320/IMG_0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me and Sabrina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172066945392959986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R8bfe-qv4fI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lgvU48DudGo/s320/IMG_0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am very round!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172066953982894594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R8bffeqv4gI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_N41m5XwyrA/s320/IMG_0370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got the same camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172066962572829202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R8bff-qv4hI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FzdguUFwBBU/s320/IMG_0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our Dinner Session! Enjoyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More photo is coming up =D Stay Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-4519170742849104675?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4519170742849104675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4519170742849104675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4519170742849104675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4519170742849104675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/02/soul-out-hartamas.html' title='Soul-Out Hartamas'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R8bhUOqv4jI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bzrBD2ZwKVM/s72-c/IMG_0369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-5097582948954398217</id><published>2008-02-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:19:05.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reflects yourself if you didn't want me to do anything you dislike!&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/8073004952677138624-5097582948954398217?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5097582948954398217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=5097582948954398217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5097582948954398217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5097582948954398217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/02/reflects.html' title='Reflects'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7176847896212562976</id><published>2008-02-19T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:28:09.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After 2 weeks of Chinese New Year break. Finally I found some time to update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me begin with my first day of Chinese New Year which is on the Thursday. I went back to my mother's hometown as usual and headed to Malacca in the afternoon and back to Seremban at night. Traffic is driving me and my mother CRAZY. Hehes. I am back to KL on the Saturday and brought my Cousin and Aunt along which I have spent my whole day in 1Utama and caught a movie with my Hubby. On the Sunday I went over to my Hubby's place for a visit. On the following Monday I went to Pulau Ketam with my Dad. Sadly I didn't take any picture as I am not encourage to bring my handbag along. Hehes. But I did brought back 3 little crabs. On the Friday I went Penang with my Hubby and Family. Overall is a nice trip as if there's nothing bad happen. Anyway, let us forget about the bad incident and only put those happy one in our memories! Hohoho~! Here's the pictures. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168634201371566482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R7qta-qv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Yn0emTjBSM8/s320/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mommy and Cousins in Malacca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168634205666533794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R7qtbOqv4aI/AAAAAAAAAPw/B-Sc5el7sAQ/s320/IMG_0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cousin, Aunt, Mommy and Me in 1Utama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168634214256468402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R7qtbuqv4bI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8-2YsKkNeWQ/s320/IMG_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kek Lok Si Temple's view, Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168634227141370306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R7qtceqv4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kuiME16A2uw/s320/IMG_0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me and Hubby in the Sleeping Buddha's Temple, Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632491974582594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R7qr3eqv4UI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Jr7eBMKv46U/s320/IMG_0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hubby's relative. Cute Baby Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632500564517202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R7qr3-qv4VI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CsoMOCRqqj8/s320/IMG_0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Hubby in Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632513449419106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R7qr4uqv4WI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WcWvEHjZeqc/s320/IMG_0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Hubby's family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632517744386418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R7qr4-qv4XI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0Fax7WfPzg4/s320/IMG_0355.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and my Mr Donut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632526334321026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R7qr5eqv4YI/AAAAAAAAAPg/G-S625JZIP8/s320/IMG_0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Mr and Mrs Donut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Specially dedicated to my 3 little crabs: I am so sorry that all of you have gone to the heaven due to I am away for 3 days to Penang and no body feed you. =( Sob sob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looking forward for next holiday trip with my Dad which we're currently planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stay tune for more updates.&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/8073004952677138624-7176847896212562976?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7176847896212562976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7176847896212562976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7176847896212562976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7176847896212562976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-2008.html' title='CNY 2008'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R7qta-qv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Yn0emTjBSM8/s72-c/IMG_0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2840940384725473301</id><published>2008-02-03T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:33:57.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why must I feeling so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somehow, I realised that actually life is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; after losing my beloved Brother and Uncle. We should treat our dearest the best. But, in the real life is just opposite. People are leaving me one by one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course I am feeling pain for the lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am feeling more pain that arguements and fighting are happening among me and the loved one who are still here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I could not the pain anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is unfair once I have been born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* God: You're just a bullshits. People says that you will take good care of your children when you hear us pray. But it is all bullshits! You gave me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; except &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffer&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/8073004952677138624-2840940384725473301?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2840940384725473301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2840940384725473301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2840940384725473301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2840940384725473301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-nothing.html' title='Life is Nothing'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4315675606214533899</id><published>2008-02-03T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:22:02.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever-larh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you think that I am not feeling heartache or sad over what had happened, I am lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Berries got her right eye injured =D Anyway will be going to the doctor as fast as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* Berries is feeling despair and lost *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Deep inside me, I knew the dream or plan of mine will not come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tears ain't helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No body loves me at all~ Who knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-4315675606214533899?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4315675606214533899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4315675606214533899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4315675606214533899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4315675606214533899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/02/perverted.html' title='Whatever-larh'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7736386714183029191</id><published>2008-01-31T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:21:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's my new post as ChinJou saluted me for my two sentences update! ^.^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let's start this very post with the story of the urge to bake my Husband pineapple tart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, I went all the way to One Utama Shopping Centre, Giant to get some ingredients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've decided to park my car at the new wing parking lot which located at the third floor. While I entered the parking lot. There's an Uncle driving a gold color Proton Waja sped up and cut in right in front of me. Ok, this is so fine for me seems that he is so 'kiasu' and worried that I will took his parking space first. I decided to let him go first. Until a junction and you suppose to make your decision, whether you want to turn right or left. He was driving kinda furious and turn right without putting his damn signal. And I was followed right behind his god damn car. He made an emergency break after he turned his car into the right junction half way, I managed to break my car and there's still a school table size of distance from his car. I saw him put his gear on to the reverse and I am about to put my gear to the reverse too so that he's able to reverse his car for space to turn to the left. Who knows this barger just reversed by speeding his car and banged into my car! I am sure he knew that I was behind him. The two Aunties was staring at me as it is my fault. I am being very patient, I parked my car at the side and take a look at my car whether he has caused any damage or not. That "Gentlemen" Uncle just speed up and parked at a parking unit and got down from his car. Three of them continue staring at me. He didn't even approach me and ask, whether am I alright and apologize to me due to what had happened. If he did, I think I will be feeling much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Specially to the Uncle and Aunties: I think you are that type of hit and run person. You're not gentlemen at all. So do that two aunties who are with you. I am sure you all come out from the rural area. Your parents didn't teach you what means manner? Three of you are just the shame of Malaysian and Chinese! Irresponsible. Your driving skill is super lousy and you're NOT cool at all. Moron! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161657612249835170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R6HkQC5XpqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/GTocG8jA8SU/s320/DSC02269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Idiot! You should be feeling lucky that I am still so kind to edit off your car number plate. I should just let it expose on the blog. So that everyone can know your behaviour on driving a car! I think you're too clumsy with a big car. Might as well you use a Perodua Kancil! And this won't bring you into trouble and also protect other drivers on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Berries's mood on Monday: Pissed off!&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/8073004952677138624-7736386714183029191?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7736386714183029191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7736386714183029191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7736386714183029191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7736386714183029191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/01/accident.html' title='The Accident'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R6HkQC5XpqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/GTocG8jA8SU/s72-c/DSC02269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7146826228273170281</id><published>2008-01-24T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T02:04:53.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I've decided should be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Be yourself -&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/8073004952677138624-7146826228273170281?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7146826228273170281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7146826228273170281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7146826228273170281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7146826228273170281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/01/moron.html' title='Moron'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1819218492307309305</id><published>2008-01-02T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:50:27.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Want to know how's my new year eve? One word and it will be sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was in The Curve. Youngster are spraying snow spray all around and throwing emptied bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was pushed by someone and nearly fall down. I think human should behave themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- All these attitude just shown that they are so uncivilised and even worse than a beast. -&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/8073004952677138624-1819218492307309305?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1819218492307309305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1819218492307309305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1819218492307309305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1819218492307309305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-eve.html' title='New Year Eve'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1319095180258477659</id><published>2007-12-07T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T01:48:23.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Are you single or in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- In a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) In what age do you think that you'll get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- 24 perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4) Do you think you'll be marrying the person you're with right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- If only he wants me to be his bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5) If not, who do you think you want to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Can't I remain as single with a Pug or Bulldog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6) Do you want a garden or beach wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Garden wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7) Where do you plan to go on your honeymoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Paris, France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8) How many guests do you think you'll invite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- No idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9) Do you want an extravagant wedding or a simple wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Extravagant wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10) How many layer of cake do you want to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- 9 I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11) Do you prefer having your reception at a hotel or a simple place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12) When do you want to get married? Morning or Evening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;13) You'd rather have your reception indoor or outdoor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Indoor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;14) Do you like a grand entrance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;15) How do you like the Bride enter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Walk in with the Groom elegantly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;16) Name the song or tune you'd like to play at your wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Only time by Enya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;17) Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I can be both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;18) Do you want a solemn ceremony or a light one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Solemn ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;19) Describe your ideal husband or wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Achiveable and a romantic one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;20) Do you prefer fine dining or normal fork and spoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Fine dining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;21) Champagne or Red Wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Champagne and Red Wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;22) Honeymoon right after the wedding or the day after the wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Day right after the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;23) Money or household?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- No money no household.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;24) Are you ready for married life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- If the man are ready to make me his bride, I'm always ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* Sometime marriage can be bullshits! *&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/8073004952677138624-1319095180258477659?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1319095180258477659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1319095180258477659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1319095180258477659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1319095180258477659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/12/tag-questions.html' title='Tag Questions'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6474295761879407943</id><published>2007-12-07T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:34:17.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree and Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As people always say: "Do not judge someone by just looking at their face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Unfortunately, the historical says changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hereby, sadly to tell you that, for the so first time I judged someone with her face and I am so correct about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because of you're spoilt, doesn't mean that whole jungle are spoilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're such a loser!&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/8073004952677138624-6474295761879407943?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6474295761879407943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6474295761879407943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6474295761879407943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6474295761879407943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/12/tree-and-jungle.html' title='Tree and Jungle'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1898507052597847380</id><published>2007-12-07T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:03:49.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 19th Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The exact day! 5th of Dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buffet in OneWorld Hotel, Cinnamon Restaurant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With my Dearest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The food is just acceptable, but anyway, I enjoyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140894477190536066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R1ggShS1m4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/J63yBhmnp1g/s320/IMG_0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs Donut &amp;amp; Mr Donut at The Sphere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nice Hotel Lobby Lounge with acceptable LiveBand performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To My Honey Piggy Sugar Mr Donut: Thank you for the night. You gave me a great 19th! Love you!! Here's a big kiss for you. Muaaackkkss!! Can you feel my saliva on your face? Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-1898507052597847380?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1898507052597847380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1898507052597847380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1898507052597847380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1898507052597847380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-19th-celebration_07.html' title='My 19th Celebration'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R1ggShS1m4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/J63yBhmnp1g/s72-c/IMG_0258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6821849986916594450</id><published>2007-12-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:11:00.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Early 19th Celebration With Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the 4th Dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lunch with friends in Paddington House Of PanCake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140889245920369394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R1gbiBS1mvI/AAAAAAAAANg/_w3v48-GhX0/s320/IMG_0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ChinJou, Tina, Amenda, Me and LiLynn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140889267395205890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R1gbjRS1mwI/AAAAAAAAANo/ehCOiYjzJyc/s320/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for the day Girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140889271690173202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R1gbjhS1mxI/AAAAAAAAANw/LO_R9BA9C-M/s320/IMG_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A present from LiLynn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140889860100692802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R1gcFxS1m0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/a6AEy1bzgW8/s320/IMG_0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Pair of yellow crystal's earrings! I never had a pair of yellow's. And now I have one. Thanks LiLynn!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140891964634667890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R1geARS1m3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/e0Z7_oRSLyQ/s320/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Little present from Amenda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140889284575075122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R1gbkRS1mzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SapKpKDwYLQ/s320/IMG_0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've made a real good guess on the present. Lols! Is another pair of earrings! I'm loving it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140890242352782178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R1gccBS1m2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/NjuxmN7jG1Y/s320/IMG_0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the Birthday Cake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you again for the wonderful day!!&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/8073004952677138624-6821849986916594450?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6821849986916594450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6821849986916594450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6821849986916594450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6821849986916594450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-19th-celebration.html' title='My Early 19th Celebration With Friends'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/R1gbiBS1mvI/AAAAAAAAANg/_w3v48-GhX0/s72-c/IMG_0213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-5108045687556132606</id><published>2007-11-24T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:18:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone said: " I am not afraid of death."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do not know when am I going to be dead, but all I would like to do now is make everyday that I am still alive, useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least I will not regret someday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy Holiday IDHTM-ian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy belated birthday to Ellya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-5108045687556132606?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5108045687556132606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=5108045687556132606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5108045687556132606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5108045687556132606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/11/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1427597150904197739</id><published>2007-11-13T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:40:31.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright mate, here's a little bit about my presentation the 7th of November 2007 that worth putting in the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The country of our presentation is India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Check this photos out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132038722906316114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RziqBxxhXVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Tou6nIA616A/s320/CIMG3775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Due to FoongLing's lousy camera holding skill, her own face is missing. Lols. On the above, Sheema and Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132038740086185314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RziqCxxhXWI/AAAAAAAAANA/pmZYd8YKXKE/s320/CIMG3780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FoongLing, Me, Nadia and Ellya =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132038752971087218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RziqDhxhXXI/AAAAAAAAANI/VZNdoleqj1I/s320/CIMG3813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Group Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132038761561021826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RziqEBxhXYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9qbpXG2TNaE/s320/CIMG3816.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nik, Nadia, Ellya, FoongLing, Me in pink and Malaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132038778740891026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RziqFBxhXZI/AAAAAAAAANY/m1-csx6Jkfk/s320/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FoongLing, Nik, Me and Ellya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Good job for the presentation. Thank you for the dancers and my models for the fashion show for giving co-operations. Happy working together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/8073004952677138624-1427597150904197739?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1427597150904197739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1427597150904197739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1427597150904197739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1427597150904197739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/11/presentation-day.html' title='Presentation Day'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RziqBxxhXVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Tou6nIA616A/s72-c/CIMG3775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-3378541434526205293</id><published>2007-11-08T04:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:13:31.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am the abandoned soul ...&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/8073004952677138624-3378541434526205293?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3378541434526205293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=3378541434526205293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3378541434526205293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3378541434526205293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/11/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4967202349103945711</id><published>2007-11-08T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:11:20.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inconsolable, Incomplete&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/8073004952677138624-4967202349103945711?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4967202349103945711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4967202349103945711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4967202349103945711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4967202349103945711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/11/feeling.html' title='Feeling'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2033403412355543844</id><published>2007-11-08T03:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T03:56:08.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will you swim back to save me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In my sea of broken dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when my hopes are sinking ...&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/8073004952677138624-2033403412355543844?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2033403412355543844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2033403412355543844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2033403412355543844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2033403412355543844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/11/will-you.html' title='Will you?'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6570909271834959192</id><published>2007-11-08T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T03:54:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unfortunately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm the one who won't be taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love leads your soul to bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The soul afraid of dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that never learns to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everynow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I get tired of listening to the sound of my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If only you will hold me a little bit tighter ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm always in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and now I am falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But there's nothing I can do about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's no easy way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it gets garder each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tormented and torn apart ...&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/8073004952677138624-6570909271834959192?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6570909271834959192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6570909271834959192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6570909271834959192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6570909271834959192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/11/unfortunately.html' title='The Unfortunately'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1357646233592589738</id><published>2007-11-05T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:35:02.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, The Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blog is not updated due to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) The most important reason, I am too lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Busy about my presentation lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Busy dating with my Husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But now finally updated. Lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To all my friends who drop by my bloggie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't sell salty fish on my blog. Will never ask salty fish from me yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chin Jou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So sorry couldn't make it for the latest girl gathering as I am having bad fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Presentation will be held tomorrow at 2 p.m in Cafe De One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank god my hard time is going to over soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10.32 p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am super sleepy and I got a pair of raccoon's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a very good reason for me to ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sign Off. Hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/8073004952677138624-1357646233592589738?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1357646233592589738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1357646233592589738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1357646233592589738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1357646233592589738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-update.html' title='Finally, The Update'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4221384149251382513</id><published>2007-09-06T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T04:51:30.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>终于。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;他终于离开了。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;听说投胎去了。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我还是放不下。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;也不想放下。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;如果连他的灵魂也消失了。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;请问我剩下些什么？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我好不舍得。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;问了他一个好无聊的问题，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“如果有一天我死了，你会不会在我的丧礼上和我结婚？“&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;他回答说：“不会，你死了我干吗还要和你结婚啊？“&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一个我早已有心里准备的答案。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;好失望噢。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;换成是我的话，我会。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;因为我真的用心去爱你！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;经过一个很努力去讨好他的傍晚，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;过后还是吵吵闹闹的。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;真失望！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;最终，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我还是心死了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一个在健康环境下成长的你。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;是无法了解我一路走来的过去。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我放弃了。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-4221384149251382513?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4221384149251382513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4221384149251382513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4221384149251382513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4221384149251382513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='终于。。。'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6111992284055788884</id><published>2007-09-02T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:56:23.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been away from home already 2 days. I am having bad rashes all over my neck due to the stupid necklace I bought with Amenda last time in the Curve. Couldn't remember when. Yeah, whatever.. Is not important when I bought it anyway. All I care about is when my rashes will get recover. It is bothering me so so much. The itchiness and pain -.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last few days while I was reading a friend's blog. Guess what I've found out? Check this out on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; search Kiwi Leong. My blog has been so dead for some time. I am bored to death right now as I do not know what is going on with my Audition account. Keep disconnected me from the server. I couldn't get to play my game. T.T Hmm.. Dota? No thanks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Learned how to bake mooncake yesterday from my Hubby's Mother. Will try to bake on my own soon or later. Holidays only started for like one week and I already bored to death. How am I going to go through this so coming 3 weeks? zZzZz ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I so wanna catch a movie as soon as possible so that I can enjoy my caramel popcorn!!&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/8073004952677138624-6111992284055788884?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6111992284055788884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6111992284055788884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6111992284055788884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6111992284055788884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/09/away.html' title='Away ~'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2232791104649443881</id><published>2007-08-27T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T02:24:29.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help... Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am really tired right now. I am lack of sleep for almost a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I wish to do right now is get some rest before going to Seremban with my Mommy later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been having nightmare this whole week. My body keep shaking after the nightmare has woke me up. Couldn't sleep back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is going on actually?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And why is the nightmares are bringing the same message? But in different situations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've tried to close my eyes. Tried my best to get some sleep. I couldn't get sleep at all tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel the fear of getting asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can someone please help me?&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/8073004952677138624-2232791104649443881?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2232791104649443881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2232791104649443881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2232791104649443881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2232791104649443881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/08/help-me.html' title='Help... Me'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-135485851765469544</id><published>2007-08-21T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:41:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Emotions Survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. What do you do when you're mad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ I curse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. What's the worst thing you have done when you're mad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ I pinch and bite myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Do you swear when you're mad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Sometimes, but not really. More to curse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. When was the last time you really cried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Yesterday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. What usually makes you cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ My past. When I am left unwanted, uncare. Arguements that full of hurtful words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Are you normally a happy person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Are you kidding? Happy? You should say gloomy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Does being your friends makes you happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Not really. As I got much to worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. When people say that you are good looking or pretty, do you feel happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Nope. Normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both taggie, Honestly and Different Emotions Survey.&lt;br /&gt;I will tag LiLynn and ChinJou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-135485851765469544?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/135485851765469544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=135485851765469544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/135485851765469544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/135485851765469544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/08/different-emotions-survey.html' title='Different Emotions Survey.'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-5335646016725449322</id><published>2007-08-21T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:32:18.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Honestly, what color is your shirt now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ White.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Sadness, much to fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Listening to Il Divo, sadness in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Honestly, have you ever been in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ A dream that I always hope it will come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Late to my final exam. Is this consider?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Honestly, do you watch Animax?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ My Hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ I got what I want. I do not need to be jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ When I am left uncare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Honestly, do you use anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Not yet. I will not guarantee that I won't use someone soon or later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Yes. Even though I just had my dinner with him. Just feeling far apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Honestly, do you have a friend that you don't like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Obviously, there's one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. Honestly, do you love someone very much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Yes I do. Hopefully, we'll get to move on together for our future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ No idea and I doubt so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-5335646016725449322?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5335646016725449322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=5335646016725449322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5335646016725449322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5335646016725449322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/08/honestly.html' title='Honestly..'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2954543118078031768</id><published>2007-08-20T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:55:02.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Roma's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17th August 2007 - Tony Roma's Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmOmDMGaTI/AAAAAAAAALs/yVgCcXRJkgU/s1600-h/IMG_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100764837316028722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmOmDMGaTI/AAAAAAAAALs/yVgCcXRJkgU/s320/IMG_0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you Qaisar, the host. Nice seeing you again, Anne, Qaisar and Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-2954543118078031768?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2954543118078031768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2954543118078031768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2954543118078031768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2954543118078031768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/08/tony-romas.html' title='Tony Roma&apos;s'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmOmDMGaTI/AAAAAAAAALs/yVgCcXRJkgU/s72-c/IMG_0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-9166710618091152353</id><published>2007-08-20T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:50:15.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13th August 2007 - Jogoya, Starhill Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmM0TMGaPI/AAAAAAAAALM/nogyj0boN_o/s1600-h/IMG_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100762883105908978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmM0TMGaPI/AAAAAAAAALM/nogyj0boN_o/s320/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmM1TMGaQI/AAAAAAAAALU/LVPVtyKn-2s/s1600-h/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100762900285778178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmM1TMGaQI/AAAAAAAAALU/LVPVtyKn-2s/s320/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmM3TMGaRI/AAAAAAAAALc/ugda9Zmi5SE/s1600-h/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100762934645516562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmM3TMGaRI/AAAAAAAAALc/ugda9Zmi5SE/s320/IMG_0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmLfzMGaNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pMSpjHEBVuc/s1600-h/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100761431406962898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmLfzMGaNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pMSpjHEBVuc/s320/IMG_0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmLgDMGaOI/AAAAAAAAALE/SQ1EgOe-NXM/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100761435701930210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmLgDMGaOI/AAAAAAAAALE/SQ1EgOe-NXM/s320/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmLFjMGaMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZHNR4E3oUJg/s1600-h/IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100760980435396802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmLFjMGaMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZHNR4E3oUJg/s320/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mommy~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12th August 2007 - MMU, Cyberjaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmKCDMGaJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KWk_5WbBHHg/s1600-h/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100759820794226834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmKCDMGaJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KWk_5WbBHHg/s320/IMG_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmKCjMGaKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0r65jhuxOZU/s1600-h/IMG_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100759829384161442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmKCjMGaKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0r65jhuxOZU/s320/IMG_0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100764004092373282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmN1jMGaSI/AAAAAAAAALk/oarrJuCP1aE/s320/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-9166710618091152353?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/9166710618091152353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=9166710618091152353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/9166710618091152353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/9166710618091152353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/08/photos-update.html' title='Photos Update'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RsmM0TMGaPI/AAAAAAAAALM/nogyj0boN_o/s72-c/IMG_0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-3817746254692666579</id><published>2007-08-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:00:17.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lols. Finals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exams and final is everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would love to say, what the fuck?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If finals and exams is so important to a student to be success in the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why I still see a university degree student being a taxi driver out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Funny right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spoon feed and memorise notes, dump into the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You gonna eat shit after graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I study smart, not study hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Only DumpAss study hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stop making me feeling like a burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is my life I know what to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alright! I'm out, DumpAss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't give a piece of shit!!&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/8073004952677138624-3817746254692666579?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3817746254692666579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=3817746254692666579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3817746254692666579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3817746254692666579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/08/lols-finals.html' title='Lols. Finals?'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6568303598718118692</id><published>2007-08-11T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:08:40.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update -!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I go out with Hubby and his family. Let me drop by here for a few sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First, I would like to thank Mommy and Kai Yeh for buying me a new digital camera. ^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Second, Congratulations to my Hubby. Finally you graduated after 5 yrs of hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Third, Happy bithrday to Mommy and Hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am looking forward on our monday's Jogoya session with Kai Yeh. Yummy~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Between, I'll update the tag that tagged by Chin Jou as fast as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all for now!&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/8073004952677138624-6568303598718118692?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6568303598718118692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6568303598718118692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6568303598718118692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6568303598718118692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/08/update.html' title='Update -!'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-3773108280676618795</id><published>2007-08-07T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:07:15.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally I've decided to update my blog again after all my lazy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start the taggie that Chin Jou tagged me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we go ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; the ones you think it's true,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italicize&lt;/em&gt; those you wish to be true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss somebody right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. I do not watch tv these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. I wear glasses or contact lens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. I have tried marijuana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. I have been in a three some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;I have changed my mentally over the last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;I curse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;I am totally smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. I am paranoid sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost and scar free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16. I talk really, really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. I have worn fake hair, fingernails or eye lashes in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;21. I couldn't survive without called ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. &lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;I am always hyper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. &lt;em&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. I have pecked someone with the same sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30. I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;I enjoy window shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34. &lt;em&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;35.&lt;em&gt; I am a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;36. I am completely embarrased to seen with my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;38. &lt;em&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;39. I am a adrenaline junkie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;40. &lt;em&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;41. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;42. &lt;em&gt;I have rejected someone before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;44. I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;45.  I have called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;46. &lt;em&gt;I am not allergic to anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;48. I am shy around members with the opposite sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;49. I have make a move on a friend significant other or crush in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;51. I own the South Park movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;52. I would die for my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;53. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;54. I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;55. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;56. &lt;em&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;58. &lt;em&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;59. I am obsessed with girls or guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;60. I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;61. &lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;62. &lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;63. I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;64. I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;65. I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;66. &lt;strong&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;68. Plan on achieving a major goaldream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;69. I am proficient in an musical instrument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;70. I hate office jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;71. I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;72. &lt;strong&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;73. I went college out of state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;74. &lt;strong&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;75. &lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;76. I fall for the worst people .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;78. &lt;em&gt;I cant live without black eyeliner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;79. &lt;strong&gt;I dont know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;80. I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;81. &lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;82. I can whistle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;83. &lt;em&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;84. &lt;em&gt;I have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ridden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; or owned a horse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;85. I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;86. &lt;strong&gt;I can stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;87. I talk in my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;88. I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;89. I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;90. Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;91. I wear a toe ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;92. I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;93. I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;94. I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;95. I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;96. I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;97. I am an artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;98. I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;99. I like a person of the same sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;100. &lt;em&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-3773108280676618795?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3773108280676618795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=3773108280676618795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3773108280676618795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3773108280676618795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/08/taggie.html' title='Taggie'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4772726613570248914</id><published>2007-07-31T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:53:22.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a long day of work, I've pampered myself with my own created hi-tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bought from the corner's mamak downstairs of my condo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093327249214855890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8iJcZE2tI/AAAAAAAAAJs/duHYVIesYIM/s320/DSC02123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teh-O Iced Limau with Papadam!! Whahaa!! Yummy!! o.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~* Due to lack of sleep, Berries is a little bit hyperactive and syok sendiri -.='' *~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-4772726613570248914?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4772726613570248914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4772726613570248914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4772726613570248914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4772726613570248914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-tea.html' title='Hi-Tea'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8iJcZE2tI/AAAAAAAAAJs/duHYVIesYIM/s72-c/DSC02123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1867703002925035562</id><published>2007-07-31T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:54:40.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Hubby saw this, on my white board ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093324453191146178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8fmsZE2sI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ctWS13D6gJg/s320/DSC02122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He said he saw this cartoon dog all around, even on his sister's rough paper. And he assume that this is the only cartoon I know how to draw. To prove that I know how to draw some other cartoon. I drew this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093324453191146162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8fmsZE2rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y9URuFpPU9c/s320/DSC02120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Ninja Turtle which Hubby asked:" why your Ninja Turtle looks like a thief?" I was like ... -.='' Okay. And He added some pimples on the Ninja Turtle's face. What a good job he did! And he insisted to show me his drawing of Ninja Turtle. And this is his drawing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093324453191146146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8fmsZE2qI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Xa_hroKzKdo/s320/DSC02121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Ninja Turtle which looks like Barney the Purple Dinasour to me. Hahas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* I love you~ You love me. We are happy family~* By, Barney, The Purple Dinasour ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-1867703002925035562?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1867703002925035562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1867703002925035562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1867703002925035562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1867703002925035562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/drawings.html' title='Drawings'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8fmsZE2sI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ctWS13D6gJg/s72-c/DSC02122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6170084522494759865</id><published>2007-07-31T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:36:59.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Sisters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very touching ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amenda and FoongLing misses me during their Langkawi trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they got me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093321974995016322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8dWcZE2oI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Xxf-_tmLI7g/s320/DSC02124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seashell's keychain and seashells with a few holes on it and same color, and that yummy chocolate that I swollowed into my tummy from FoongLing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Next time collect more and colorful one's for me. I love seashells. -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093321974995016338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8dWcZE2pI/AAAAAAAAAJM/E-BLzBZobO0/s320/DSC02126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A purple chewing gum alike's bracelet with small little pink flowers on it from Amenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* I would like to thank both of my sister. Love the bracelet and seashells so do the keychain from both of you. Appreciated that. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-6170084522494759865?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6170084522494759865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6170084522494759865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6170084522494759865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6170084522494759865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you-sisters.html' title='Thank You, Sisters!'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8dWcZE2oI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Xxf-_tmLI7g/s72-c/DSC02124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-3806133077554176375</id><published>2007-07-31T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:28:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, I got some free time to update my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Actually kinda tired after a day of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I am feeling happy as I've quited the job. Lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last few days, Hubby wanted to eat butter cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've decided to bake him one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093318659280263730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8aVcZE2jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/S1M1mykaCo8/s320/DSC02062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prepared the ingredients needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093318663575231042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8aVsZE2kI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4ygjPDz89ZI/s320/DSC02063.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shifted the flour together with the baking powder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093318663575231058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8aVsZE2lI/AAAAAAAAAIs/M5P15k8DJhI/s320/DSC02065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blending the sugar, butter and eggs until fluffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093318667870198370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8aV8ZE2mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oBbvEuVBFzU/s320/DSC02067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Put into a mould and now is inside my microwave which Mommy bought it just for me to mess around with my baking. And I got lousy skill on baking. -.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093318667870198386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8aV8ZE2nI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0wbZFapQSHo/s320/DSC02071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tadaa~! Is your saliva dripping? My master piece!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Comment Time:&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's Parents: You baked cake? o.0 Clap your hand everyone. Taste and look of the cake ... Pass!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mommy: Your baking skill is improving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kai Yeh: I want you to bake me one for my birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* La~ ^.^v Appreciated the comments. And will bake more next time. I know all of you are very willing to be my guinea pig* =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-3806133077554176375?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3806133077554176375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=3806133077554176375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3806133077554176375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3806133077554176375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/cake-baking.html' title='Cake Baking'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rq8aVcZE2jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/S1M1mykaCo8/s72-c/DSC02062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-817761167275551692</id><published>2007-07-27T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T05:30:28.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having nightmare almost every night lately...&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/8073004952677138624-817761167275551692?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/817761167275551692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=817761167275551692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/817761167275551692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/817761167275551692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-82966562432809099</id><published>2007-07-27T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T05:08:04.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5.06 In the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A person who always create hopes for herself to live on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will feel tired sometimes ...&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/8073004952677138624-82966562432809099?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/82966562432809099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=82966562432809099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/82966562432809099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/82966562432809099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/506-in-morning.html' title='5.06 In the Morning'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-8863939487085862122</id><published>2007-07-27T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T02:52:34.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you want someone to listen to you, listen to the person first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While you said I am giving trouble, I realised that I actually no one to turn to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Including You ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;# Roses with blood # May be heart broken #&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/8073004952677138624-8863939487085862122?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8863939487085862122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=8863939487085862122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8863939487085862122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8863939487085862122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/realised.html' title='Realised.'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4761939274212511609</id><published>2007-07-25T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:05:01.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is not so well after all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is not so perfect after all actually... Things seem changing when time passes by. I admitted that I need love, care and companied more than anyone else. There's no one I can turn to anymore. And I realise, I become more materialistic. In my life, there's nothing mean a lot to me anymore except money. All I need is money, and a job that I can earn myelf for a living. More than enough to spend and I do not need to depend on anyone. Love, care and companied? =) It seems getting far far away from me. Soon or later, I could not feel it anymore. As when the beginning, you're like so important to somebody. And later after a period of time, things seems fading away. I do not carry any hope anymore, in this life.. I will just let it be. Basically, I am giving up of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* While you are still alive, people do not appreciate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make sure they do not regret, only when you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We will not know, what will be happening tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am still alive today, maybe I might be gone tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Treat me a little bit better, while I am still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Treat people around you a little bit better, when it is not too late to do so. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- When I am gone, we can only cherish the moments we had before. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- The moments will only become a history in our life -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;# Roses with blood #&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-4761939274212511609?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4761939274212511609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4761939274212511609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4761939274212511609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4761939274212511609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-not-so-well-after-all.html' title='Is not so well after all...'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2931888695069452796</id><published>2007-07-23T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T02:17:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kinda satisfy with the life I am having right now. What can I still ask for? I got my hubby, my family, Hubby's family, I study well. ^.^ Hopefully it will stay like this forever. Listening to some of the old pop songs. They made me think of the happy moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hubby: We'll grow old together ^o^ ! Love ya~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Berries's Mood: Happy. Little sad because of my face. Skin is peeling off =/ Hopefully my face will be alright soon.&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/8073004952677138624-2931888695069452796?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2931888695069452796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2931888695069452796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2931888695069452796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2931888695069452796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/life.html' title='The Life ...'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-470308991154153678</id><published>2007-07-18T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:39:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you actually found on that your own friend steals or using you, what will you do? What will you think about the person. And is it worth continue being the person's friend like nothing happened? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-470308991154153678?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/470308991154153678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=470308991154153678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/470308991154153678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/470308991154153678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/confused.html' title='Confused ..'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6154939041813362935</id><published>2007-07-14T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T03:37:29.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Fight No More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't sleep, everything I ever knew, is a lie, without you . I can't breathe when my heart is broke in two. There's no beat, without you. You're not gone, but you're not here. It's that's the way it seems tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If we could try to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;these wars, I know that we can make it right. I don't wanna fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more! There is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lonelyness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in my heart. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to have a try, to live without you in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How can I leave? When everything that I adore, and everything I am living for, its in You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't dream, sleepless nights have got me bad. The only dream I ever had, is being with you. I know that we can make it right, it's going to take a little time. Let's not leave ourselves with no way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I would never let you go. I mean it then, I mean it now ...&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/8073004952677138624-6154939041813362935?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6154939041813362935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6154939041813362935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6154939041813362935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6154939041813362935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-wanna-fight-no-more.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Fight No More...'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-4485460363235376366</id><published>2007-07-13T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T03:18:51.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;While I am blogging on this, is already middle of the night. Nope, should say is going to be morning soon. My tears have been flowing for hours. And I am now emotional extremely down. I really realised everything around me has been changing lately. I do not like the changes but I think that I do not have a choice. Is not on my call anymore these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like the feeling of heart broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like the feeling of being lonely once again after years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like to walk on the street and do not know where am I heading to next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like the feeling of crying in the middle of the night all by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like the feeling of saying, I will not give a damn about anything anymore in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like to question myself, why am I here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like to question myself, what am I doing right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like the feelings of thinking back about the past. It hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like the feelings of sleeping alone and feeling insecure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not like the feelings of worrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day by day passes by ... I am very afraid that the old days will be back soon. Every morning, I wake up and open my eyes and tell myself ... 'Sigh, another lonely day ... What am I going to do today ...' What's life for actually?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't get sleep ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't sleep well ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't stop thinking, how my day will be today always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I coulndn't stop worrying ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't stop feeling insecure ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess what? I just realised I actually living in my own world, alone! Is all by myself. Only by myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I eat alone ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I drink alone ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shopping alone ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watch television alone ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-4485460363235376366?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4485460363235376366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=4485460363235376366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4485460363235376366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/4485460363235376366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/day.html' title='The Day..'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7454700837492481876</id><published>2007-07-12T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:24:40.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the tag that I promised to complete yesterday ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Describe yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086291778749531234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RpYjbKhbBGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7ZlpdyG6Di0/s320/16-4.JPG" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emotional Unstable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086291783044498562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RpYjbahbBII/AAAAAAAAAIU/Y_85rZAYmtY/s320/DSC01513.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;2.  No! Seriously, describe yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Really always emotional unstable Larh dude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Not too tall, not too short, I mean my height Lerh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Not too slim nor too fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Big eye, small mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- What else??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Two different environment you want to be in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- What do you exactly mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Accompanied by family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Classy and elegant's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. If you could throw something at your enemy, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I prefer to shoot at the fella with a GUN than throwing something at he or she.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Evil me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-p/s: I don't hate anyone currently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Who you know, eats a lot but never gets fat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I really got no idea as I believe if everyone eats a lot they will slightly gain weight. Just like me =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-P/s: The difference is I gain weight fast, lose weight also fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Who are the two people among your friends, who have changed the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- No idea at all. I don't really notice any of it. Sowee~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Two things you love the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- My Bok Bok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- My Bi Bi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- P/s: No doubt. Definately will be two of them. If you ask person that you love the most,I would say, my Hubby and my family. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Tell me a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You just said a secret. So I can't tell you one. Lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. What's your favourite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Not really have a particular one. As I don't really love to eat. I got a few here: Sweet and sour spare ribs, berries, vegetable and oyster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Who do you feel like slapping now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Immature Chinese Education People who trying to find trouble with me. I guess you know who am I refering to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. What car(s) do you feel like driving?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Merz Compressor &lt;-- My Godfather will not let me touch the car. I knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nissan FairLady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. What was the longest thing you emo-ed for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Death of my Bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Who is the horniest person you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Err Hmm! I would like to say, the more innocent the person is, the horniest she or he gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. What kind of face would you show to someone who stole your boy or girl away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I will not show he or she any faces but to give them a punch on their face or a gun shoot right on their heart. Lols!! Am I scary?? Hahas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. When your paranoid about spiritual beings trialling you, what do you think of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I think I will be paranoid about creatures than spiritual. Spiritual are just human's soul after they died. But creatures ... Eww!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. And finally, what do you feel like doing now after finishing this post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Have a very good sleep with BiBi. I am really exhausted and tired after long hours of driving @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lynne went kukucrazy because of this tag took her 2 blardee long hours to complete. And I will be kukucrazy if I do not go to my bed right now and take a good rest. Hahas! That's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-7454700837492481876?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7454700837492481876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7454700837492481876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7454700837492481876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7454700837492481876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/taggie.html' title='Taggie!'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RpYjbKhbBGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7ZlpdyG6Di0/s72-c/16-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-5024539057430159883</id><published>2007-07-11T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:09:16.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Received another tag from Lynne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends, give me a day or two for this coming tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently I am away from home, away from my own com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay tuned =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love being tag to keep my blog alive. Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-5024539057430159883?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5024539057430159883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=5024539057430159883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5024539057430159883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5024539057430159883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-8835694465323802410</id><published>2007-07-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:07:55.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting ... Another Tagged by Lynne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lynne: I always complete the tag you see, except those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt; one by you and Chin. Kakaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. What turns you on? Guys in boxers or guys in brief or nothing at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- I would say, mascular guy with jeans, without his top and of course, with cute hair nearby their belly button! Lol! Sexy~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2. Would you buy flowers for a guy as a present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;- Of course NOT! I believe they will prefer a meal than flowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. If your boyfriend doesn't have a car, would you drive him around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Of course I will. He is my boyfriend, my dearie, my bumble bee, my piggie hubby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4. Hot guy in a party, would you approach him? If yes, how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;- I definately will not approach him. I am taken, dear friend. Lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. Is size really that important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- May I know what size are you talking about? If you say, is he tall, fat or thin, or mascular? I would say, I like him to be tall. Probably 180 cm and above, and not too fat nor thin. Just like my Hubby now! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;6. He is the guy of your dreams. Would you play hard to get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;- I already got one. He is definately the guy of my dream. All I need to do now is appreciate him and love him more and more each day. Make him happy. Live a happy life with him. And will never ever turn him down anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;7. He is an hour late for your date. Would you still go out with him on that date or have a girls night out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- I am used to it anyway, I will still go out with him. Unless plan cancel and will consider to hang out with my girls if they got a plan or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;8. You burped when you are kissing. How would you handle this situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;- Hahas!! I believe my Hubby and me will have a great time laughing over it. And I am sure he will try to burp when he is kissing me too! To revenge the burp I gave him. Kekee!! This is so going to be fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tag no one =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubby: I love you lots. Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menda: Hope you'll get well soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-8835694465323802410?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8835694465323802410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=8835694465323802410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8835694465323802410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8835694465323802410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-tagged-by-lynne-lynne-i-always.html' title='Interesting ... Another Tagged by Lynne'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-3504881141358776116</id><published>2007-07-10T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:07:40.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100 Questions Which Are NOT 100 -.=''</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've Probably Never Been Asked ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~ Got Tagged by Lynne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Same as Lynne, my Face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. What color is your favourite hoodie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- I would say Pink, but I am not the one who buy the hoodie but Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Do you like coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Not at all. Because I'll be suffering from gastric after taking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. This question is missing from Lynne's and I think Chin missed it first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tired but happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. What is the last letter of your crush's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Not a crush anymore, but my Hubby. Anyway the last letter of his is N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Do you say aim or a-i-m?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Of course is aim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Having dinner with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Question is missing again ... -.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. What are you craving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Hot Chocolate, lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;11. Do you floss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Yup. My teeth. I wore braces last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Cooked cabbage with small little prawn. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;13 and 14. Missing!! What happen to both of you, Lynne and Chin???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;15. Would you dance with someone to the taco song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Are you trying to say Techno? Anyway I shuffle. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;16. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- I believe no body is so free to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Of course I enjoy the feeling of licking the ice cream instead of biting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;18. Do you use smiley?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Yup, I'm loving the smiley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. Missing again dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;20. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;- Paul Moss in Chilli's 1Utama. He is just sitting opposite my table o.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sorry. I am not into junk food. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;22. What's the last song you had stuck in your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Katharine Mcphee, Over It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;23. How many countries you have visited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Erm ... 2 I think. Might be going on vacation somewhere this year. Mommy is planning it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;24. Are your parents strict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Not at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;25. I'm gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Er ... How am I suppose to answer this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;26. Would you go out to eat with George Bush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Who is George Bush? Anyway, not interested! Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;27. Would you throw potatoes at him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- There's Law in every country. I do not want to be sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;28. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Is glow in dark star stickers on the ceiling consider sparkly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;29 and 30. Missing again ... zZz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;31. Who sits behind you in your Math's class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- You should ask, who sits behind you in your Economics class. Hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;33. Ha 32. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- I am scratching my head on this question Lynne, Chin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;34. Can you count backwards from 74?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Hmm ... Maybe. Never try it before. Will do when I am extremely boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;35. Where are you going to be on Saturday Night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Most probably with Hubby in 1Utama or his house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;36. Brown or white eggs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Brown is the fried eggs and white is the boiled one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;37. Like rap music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- If it is nice, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;38. Ever taken a train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Once when I travelled to Singapore for my Cousin Bro's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;39. Experienced the twin towers falling in New York?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Nope. And never want to experience it. I am having heart problem =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;40. Again -.='' Missing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;41. What day is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;42. What was your lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Mcdonald's spicy chicken 2 pieces with coke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;43. What is your best friend doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Classes and one has fell a sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;44. Missing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;45. Ever have cream puffs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- I made them in my pastry class while I am in Taylor's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;46. Have you ever seen the Butterfly Effect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- I don't get it. I only know Menda is crazy over about Butterfly. You Buttie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;47. So, how about them, Yankees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- The singer Daddy Yankees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;48. Do you like gay people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Anyone, if they don't harm me =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;49. Why do you say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- It doesn't mean that gay people are bad. Everyone got their own personality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;50. Are you going to answer the other 50 questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- I wonder are there 50 questions or lesser. You know, how good is Chin and Lynne's Maths! You can see from the above ^.^ Whaha! I'm just looking for chance to tease Chin and Lynne. Evil Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me take a break and finish my dinner before I continue the other 50 questions ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;51. Is your hair curly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- I straightened my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;52. Last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Yesterday. Tummy ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;53. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;54 and 55. Missing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;56. Are you currently wearing socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;57. Favorite time of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Joining my Hubby's family, my family activities, great time with Hubby. Friend's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;58. Missing -.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;59. Are you a generally happy person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- No! Can say I am emotional unstable always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;60. Are you wearing jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Nope. Pyjamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;61. The next person you'll hold hands with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- My Hubby and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;62. Do you sleep with the Tv on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Sometimes while taking a nap in the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;63. Have you ever drank alcohol straight from the bottle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- If it is beer, yes. Liqueur, I don't. Looks rough for a girl to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;64. Do you think you are old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Of course! Soon the number 1 in front of my age will fade away and gonna be my history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;65. Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Of course not! I need to be independant than afraid of darkness. Sound stupid right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;66. Do you like your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- So so. I'm hoping for a better one always. Everyone thinks the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;67. When is the last time you chosed a bath over a shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Is always a bath and only shower before I go to bed. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;68. Do you knock on wood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- There's no reason for me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;69. Do you have a good vision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- No, I don't. Worse is I lost my spectacle. Hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;70. Missing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;71. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- I will. Depends on who he or she is. And how important he or she is to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;72. Do you have a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Yup. Planning to quit and get a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;73. Describe your best friend(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Playful and cheerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;74, 75 and 76. Missing ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;77. Can you handle the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Obviously yes. We live to face the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;78. Missing .. Duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;79. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Everyday, with my Hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;80. Are you in a complicated relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Of course Not! I love my Hubby, Kean Chien!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;81. Do you hate more than 3 people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- I don't hate people. It makes me suffer. All the negative feelings is just punishing yourself but not others. So why do so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;82. Missing! See, I've told you. There will be lesser than 50 questions. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;83. Are you sarcastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sometimes. I tried to be. Hehe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;84 and 85. Missing -.='' Tired keep typing missing, wey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;86. Do you use chopstick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Of course I do. But I always hold it in a wrong way =.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;87. Are you too excited over stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sometimes. Depends on what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;88. Do you shop often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Oh Yes!! Non of you are able to stop me from shopping. Shopping Rules!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;89. Do you owe people money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Not at all. But my parents. Uncountable. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;90. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- I will not do so. But I got one from my classmate, Nik. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;91. Have you ever been to Hawaii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Is one of the vacation plan as my Cousin Sister PR-ed over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;92. Do you like your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Super! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;93. Do you enjoy laughing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Of course. I believe everyone enjoy laughing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;94. Are you closer to your mother or your father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Both the same. Closer to my Hubby. I spent most of my time with Hubby because my parents are always busy working. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;95. Do you chat on Msn often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Last time. Already cut down lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;96 and 97. Missing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;98. What's the closest thing to you that has a leg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- My dog, Mikey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;99. Does your crush comment on your myspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- I don't have one but friendster and blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;100. Do you comment theirs'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Sometimes, on their post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/s: Lynne and Chin's Maths are really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* Ivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-3504881141358776116?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3504881141358776116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=3504881141358776116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3504881141358776116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3504881141358776116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/youve-probably-never-been-asked.html' title='The 100 Questions Which Are NOT 100 -.=&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6818072320697484111</id><published>2007-07-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:55:34.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trying my very best, hiding my feelings ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Berries's Mission:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do what you should.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you've said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only allow to let yourself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But not letting him down anymore ...&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/8073004952677138624-6818072320697484111?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6818072320697484111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6818072320697484111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6818072320697484111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6818072320697484111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='=&apos;('/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-8467901761048704518</id><published>2007-07-06T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:58:50.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm, what a good girl I am today for helping my Mommy cleaned 2 toilet and got my floor wipe! Maybe because I am feeling guilty that I skipped Economics Class. It is boring anyway plus I am having a bad mood today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The story begins like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I slept in the living room last night. So basically I do not have a good sleep the whole night. And I woke up at 745 a.m to prepare to the college. After I am done, I actually carried back some of the furniture into my room and I am sweating. Of course, gonna be LATE to the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I drove to the college and the blardee guard doesn't allow me to drive into the school compound just because my carpark sticker has expired! Hell! This is nightmare. I am late to the class and now he bombard me for nothing. Who the heck you think you are? Idioto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very angry of me, I parked my car at the road side, walk in straight to the school office and get my new sticker paid. And I'm so about to stick on his face and ask him to look properly, I paid and shut your mouth up! Don't try to be rude to me. As you are a security guard, you are behaving like some monkey that came out from the jungle. How are you suppose to make sure that the student abide the school rules and regulations? Doink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The school management should give the security guard some training session instead of making more student piss off with them. I am kind enough for not suggesting to fired them, but training. So peace, Monkeys! Lol ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p/s: I feel that I am so irritating. No doubt. Hahas !!&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/8073004952677138624-8467901761048704518?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8467901761048704518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=8467901761048704518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8467901761048704518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8467901761048704518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/exhausted-day.html' title='Exhausted Day'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7123670709003607089</id><published>2007-07-05T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:15:51.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Problematic People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have found this article very interesting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have to bear the responsibility for most of the problems we face in life, but it'd be foolish to believe that other people are not the occasional causes of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take for example the driver who cuts unexpectedly into your lane. Or a petulant child who just won't listen to reason. What about the colleague who seems to have a bone to pick with you even though you've given him no reason to do so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We can't please everyone and certainly there will be people who will dislike you for inscrutable reasons. Or people who want to get under your skin just because they can. So what can we do about these people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First of all, remember that if someone is getting on your nerves, chances are that they do want to upset you or simply don't care how you feel. So anger is not an option. Why punish yourself for someone else's carelessness or malice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So if that person is not putting you or anyone else in danger, learn to laugh at the situation. Maybe even joke with him about it. If that person's intent was to make you angry, he would've failed, and if his expectation was that you would react aggressively, he would be surprised. He might even become your ally because he admires your attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Second, most so-called "problematic" people are just yearning for attention, or crying out for help. This is their way of paying back the world for how they think the world is making them feel. If you react negatively, you are giving them what they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, surprise them. Speak gently to them. Listen to them. Even give them small favours. You have nothing to lose, and you may have defused a human time-bomb in the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In dealing with problematic people, it's important not to perceive them in the conventional way - that they are disruptive elements that should be attacked or removed. This is the common reaction they get and exactly the kind of attention they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Instead of focusing on their negative behaviour, look for the things they do well. Maybe the guy who makes jokes about you also tends to work late at the office, paying attention to the finer details. Buy him supper! Talk to him about his work, his late-night work habits, his interests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People like talking about the things they're proud of. He'll start opening up. He'll stop seeing you as a thorn in his side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Certainly your job is not making friends out of enemies, but if you could, why not? It'll make life a whole lot easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can't control how others behave, but you can control how you react to them.&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/8073004952677138624-7123670709003607089?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7123670709003607089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7123670709003607089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7123670709003607089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7123670709003607089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dealing-with-problematic-people.html' title='Dealing with Problematic People'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1405940246742395043</id><published>2007-07-05T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T08:51:29.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Air of This Very Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is 845 a.m in the morning, guess what? I just got myelf prepared after got up from the bed. My Mommy came in and switched off my air condintioner. Gee~! This few days I got to suffer from lack of sleep as my rooms are still installing new marble floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I twisted my left hand while I am helping my Mommy to carry the furniture. Ouch! Later while, I got to unpack my Mommy's stuff into where her stuff should keep. Between, I have been trying so hard to break the freeze. But I think I failed ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Berries Today's Mood: Despair + Frustrated = Feeling Horrible + Terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not Vegetable -.=''&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/8073004952677138624-1405940246742395043?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1405940246742395043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1405940246742395043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1405940246742395043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1405940246742395043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/fresh-air-of-this-very-morning.html' title='Fresh Air of This Very Morning'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7516506097838348266</id><published>2007-07-04T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T02:34:39.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   Freeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I can say is, in this life, there's up and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My rooms will be installating the new marble on the floor than using bucket floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because of this I got to pack my stuff and so do Mommy's. After the whole afternoon of napping, as You did not come and look for me. Decided to start packing things as installation of the marble floor will be held by tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I called Mommy and she told me to pack her's first as they going to start the installation of the marble floor at her room. I moved my lazy body into the guest room and took a few luggage bag into Mommy's room and start packing. I realized that actually if tsunami is going to happen again and my Mommy is going to donate her clothes, there will be no worries for the victims. Her clothes is enough to open a small shop. So do her accesseries. Oh my God! She still dare to say that my clothes is more than hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Slowly, I opened a drawer which full of documents in my Mommy's room. And I have found out a secret in that drawer. An envolope that written, To: Catherine ... A secret that I should not know ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These days I started to feel tired in all way even though I am pretty sure that I got enough of rest and sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Something wrong about me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yup. Something wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Recently have been suffering from hand shaking, and now chest pain. And yet, when come to worry something, my hand shaking and chest pain got worse. This feeling sucks!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Who will actually really concern about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate the feeling of simply thinking very much. But, I can't help it as the feeling is bothering me for few days. Unfortunately, I already know what my future will be. It is going to happen, soon or later. All I can do is, be prepare for it. There's no where I can hide, there's nothing I can do to change. This is the reality, and I got to accept it. Good Luck for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Berries wish today: Break the freeze ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/8073004952677138624-7516506097838348266?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7516506097838348266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7516506097838348266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7516506097838348266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7516506097838348266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/freeze.html' title='-   Freeze'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2446843100013330903</id><published>2007-07-02T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:53:17.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   The Maslow Hierachy Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During the Management Principles class today, Miss Cheryl explained about Maslow's Hierachy. She gave us this example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hunger --&gt; Food --&gt; Satisfaction of Hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And right now my friend, check out the example I have made:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hunger --&gt; Food --&gt; Satisfaction of Hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The continue of the example above, this shown another need of human being:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Food will be digest --&gt; Toilet --&gt; Satisfaction of Letting Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;^.^v&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/8073004952677138624-2446843100013330903?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2446843100013330903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2446843100013330903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2446843100013330903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2446843100013330903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/maslow-hierachy-needs.html' title='-   The Maslow Hierachy Needs'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2521373753534535496</id><published>2007-06-24T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:40:16.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   24th June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, my hands shaking again. =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I just realise, my Chanel perfume going to finish. T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next perfume brand ----&gt; Nina Ricci!!&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/8073004952677138624-2521373753534535496?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2521373753534535496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2521373753534535496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2521373753534535496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2521373753534535496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/24th-june-2007.html' title='-   24th June 2007'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2920914001569885635</id><published>2007-06-22T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:42:02.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   13 Unusual Things of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I got tagged by Adeline and LiLynn to post 13 unsual things of mine here on my blog. I do really think hard about it. Here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. I feel offended while people explore what is inside my handbag or handphone without my knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. I used to pinch myself or hitting my head on the wall when I am emotional unstable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. Can get real frustrated while skin allergic and tend to scratch it until it bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. I do not really want to eat meat nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. Is a must to drink tea with half a cup of milk daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6. When something happen I will start thinking a lot and try to find a reasonable answer for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7. Feel insecure easily but who can help me with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8. I lock myself in my room while I am emotional break-down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9. Do not let me drive while I am emotional unstable. I guess you know how dangerous it can be as there's one time I went 160km/h at the highway of 90km/h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10. I keep most of the things to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11. Love to scratch my face while I am thinking hard about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12. I feel irritating while people open my closet without my permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;13. I feel frustrated easily while people are late for appoinment and make me wait for hours.&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/8073004952677138624-2920914001569885635?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2920914001569885635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2920914001569885635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2920914001569885635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2920914001569885635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/13-unusual-things-of-me.html' title='-   13 Unusual Things of Me'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-3523058069473066491</id><published>2007-06-22T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:42:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   22nd June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Berries's health: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hands are shaking badly recently. Feeling that I am losing my appetite after today's lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Berries's mood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depress and Feeling insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Berries's Mission This Week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Get all assignment done and focus on my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These days I barely can laugh from the bottom of my heart anymore.&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/8073004952677138624-3523058069473066491?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3523058069473066491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=3523058069473066491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3523058069473066491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/3523058069473066491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/22nd-june-2007.html' title='-   22nd June 2007'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6025349785398116188</id><published>2007-06-21T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:07:31.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   Good News.</title><content type='html'>Got woke up by a few sms while I am sleeping. Company is asking me to train somebody today at 3 p.m. I was like no way man! I got a date with my Hubby. If you want me to train somebody, at least inform me a day before so that I can arrange my time. Not last minute. Anyway, is ok. The training has been postponed to Fri, Sat and Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, jobs come in one shot, so busy. Original plan to get another part-time job, I think got to postpone as I just got a call from Elaine, Yu Yan Shang picked me as their advertisement's main character. Elaine is not asking me, whether I am receiving this assignment or not but just telling me that the client already picked. Is ok, at this momet I need to earn more for my pocket anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to myself. More jobs to come, more money to earn. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-6025349785398116188?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6025349785398116188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6025349785398116188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6025349785398116188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6025349785398116188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-news.html' title='-   Good News.'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-5159806852809346791</id><published>2007-06-17T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:45:53.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   Here I am again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry friend! I am too busy to update my blog as you know, I am working like mad and I barely got time to rest. So so so lazy to get up from my bed early in the morning for work. Come on, is Sunday. Between I really need a long sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Mommy just talked to me and I need to wake up tomorrow by 830 a.m. Oh my god! Need to go over to my Grandnie's place. The most important thing my Mommy want to do tomorrow is buying me a new set of facial care. Sometimes, I feel kinda guilty for simply eating and pimples pop-out! I wonder this time how much is Mommy going to spend on me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Regarding to the Langkawi's Trip, I think I might not be paying yet. Cause I don't really feel like going. Plus, my back is still not feeling that well and I am still sick. Have been diarrhea-ing for almost 6 days already, just like last time. I wonder what is going with me again. Tummy is getting sensitive again. If continue diarrhea, I think I better go to the doctor before I get fully dehydrate. And of course, I believe after so many things had happened, I do not think that I will be enjoying the trip to Langkawi. It is just a waste of my time. Better spend the time with my dear Hubby and family than waste another Rm 430 for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Adeline and LiLynn: I know that I got tagged by both of you for blogging the 13 unsual things about myself. Give me some time as I am seriously thinking the 13 unsual things about myself. Will get it blog up as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-5159806852809346791?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5159806852809346791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=5159806852809346791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5159806852809346791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5159806852809346791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-i-am-again.html' title='-   Here I am again..'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-5398780755796235229</id><published>2007-06-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:35:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   Starscope of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leo: Your stars will bring you relationship problems.&lt;br /&gt;Saggitarius: Your day will end with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell a sleep in the car while on the way back to my house from my Grandnie's and I got this dream. Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met an car accident together with my mother and I am about to die. And that time I were listening to my phone's mp3 with the headphone. The only thing I did at that moment is, I called you (My Hubby) to tell you one last time: I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weird dream woke me up, there's tears in my eyes about to flow down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I will not have a family in this whole life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berries's health today: Sore throat, about to fever. After walking under the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-5398780755796235229?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5398780755796235229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=5398780755796235229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5398780755796235229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/5398780755796235229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/starscope-of-day.html' title='-   Starscope of the Day'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-2951622816182051480</id><published>2007-06-07T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:50:46.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   The Hyperactive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what usually happen, while their bed time is over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073348610669749986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RmgnroCxJuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/adA9Ulab4Nw/s320/DSC01678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pressing his car key like his mobile phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073348610669750002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RmgnroCxJvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Vqlq_5Qw3Dw/s320/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagining resting on his bed with his comforter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073348610669750018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RmgnroCxJwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EAUIhZrLK1M/s320/DSC01684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Climbing on the chair like a monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/I15XPdg9bU/aus=" width="400" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The hyperactive on action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you our 2 Models, Choon Yu and Ivan. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-2951622816182051480?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2951622816182051480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=2951622816182051480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2951622816182051480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/2951622816182051480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/hyperactive.html' title='-   The Hyperactive'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RmgnroCxJuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/adA9Ulab4Nw/s72-c/DSC01678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-7648186600238365870</id><published>2007-06-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:36:10.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   Before and The After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before the shooting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RmgloYCxJsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NaCd-8YtLbM/s1600-h/DSC01670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073346355811919554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RmgloYCxJsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NaCd-8YtLbM/s320/DSC01670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the shooting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RmgloYCxJtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WxRtlHr-TVc/s1600-h/DSC01676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073346355811919570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RmgloYCxJtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WxRtlHr-TVc/s320/DSC01676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Half dead -.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-7648186600238365870?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7648186600238365870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=7648186600238365870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7648186600238365870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/7648186600238365870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-and-after.html' title='-   Before and The After'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/RmgloYCxJsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NaCd-8YtLbM/s72-c/DSC01670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-8935428024962358839</id><published>2007-06-06T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:19:00.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   Update!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My blog is so dead after all. Finally, I got the time to update my blog after all those busy day. Went for KFC's TV Commercial shooting. This job is killing me. The shooting took a long time. From 8 am to 2 midnight. I was half dead while on the way home. Hot water bath made me feel relax and sleeping with BiBi made me secure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Due to the shooting hours too long. Around 11 pm, everyone there got hyperactive. Playing cards, acting stupid and stuff. I will post up the video and photos. Keep checking my blog. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But sadly.. I got to wake up at 10 am due to I will be training a new agent in 1Utama at 11 am. This is so torturing. I am late to the training anyway. I reached there by 1110 am. I cannot wake myself up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And guess what?! I left my whole file in the car and I need to study my notes. =/ Alright, that's all for now. Just make a short update while I am waiting Amenda to pick me up to the college. Had a very nice 12 hours sleep after 'bbbzzzzz' days. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you Hubby's Mother bought me a pink bag. I am loving it. Muacks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-8935428024962358839?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8935428024962358839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=8935428024962358839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8935428024962358839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/8935428024962358839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/update.html' title='-   Update!!'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6591399716708109196</id><published>2007-06-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:57:00.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   zZzZz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a long day, I cannot wait to bathe after I reached home. Taking a nice bathe after a long day make me feel like: Oh my God!! Heaven~! Hubby went "yum cha" with friends. All I can do is sleep and wait him to be home. But Hubby, do not forget you must see me tomorrow. I want to shop! Make sure you can wake up at 12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Regarding to LiLynn and Adeline, I am tagged to post the 13 unsual things about myself. Will blog it up real soon but not now as my droopy eyes do not allow me to. I think I really a nice sleep. Nice sleep with my Bibi! Bibi makes me feel secure and warm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright mate, will update my blog as soon as possible after I wake up and get my work done. Is public holiday tomorrow anyway. But the saddest thing is I am working tomorrow. So, that's all for now. My Bibi is calling me to the bed. Love you Hubby, Bibi and Bok Bok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-6591399716708109196?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6591399716708109196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6591399716708109196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6591399716708109196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6591399716708109196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/zzzzz.html' title='-   zZzZz'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-1229744089382785170</id><published>2007-05-31T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:03:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   Berries Great Test</title><content type='html'>You think you know me that well? Hmm.. Take the test below, prove yourself =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/474135"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/474135/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-1229744089382785170?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1229744089382785170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=1229744089382785170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1229744089382785170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/1229744089382785170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/05/berries-great-test.html' title='-   Berries Great Test'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-6199256237047470711</id><published>2007-05-31T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T04:42:03.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   The Updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so lazy to update my blog nowadays. I am feeling very tired right now, but I can't wait to update my blog. Hee!! Guess what, I got to watch Pirate of the Carribean 3 for Premier and today, I got to watch Sherk 3 for Premier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before going to 1Utama after a long day in college, Hubby brought to me The Ship and Chilli's! The Ship for dinner and Chilli's for supper. Oh my god! This is crazy. It is so fattening! All you need to do right now, is check out the photos below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- The Ship Session -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070432127325699698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3LJ875_nI/AAAAAAAAAGM/g665bgvscLE/s320/DSC01635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mushroom soup, hot tea, hot chocolate and sky juice ordered. Popcorns complimentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070432131620667010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3LKM75_oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ypqG7hK2-O4/s320/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ordered garlic bread for Hubby, but the garlic bread taste no good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070432135915634322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3LKc75_pI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RCXxujWSdyk/s320/DSC01638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what Hubby ordered for his main course. I already forgotten the name of the dish! The gravy is mix with Red wine saurce. I do not really like it as I am not impressed by the red wine. I prefer the white one. But I think my Hubby enjoyed his meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070432140210601634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3LKs75_qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/G2vpSfo7Bqs/s320/DSC01639.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tadaa! This is my main course! Chicken A'la Kiev! Is a French dish! With butter fillings inside the chicken breast. I am loving it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070432144505568946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3LK875_rI/AAAAAAAAAGs/w7RccJS4ISI/s320/DSC01640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hubby enjoying his meal. Yaya! I love his smiling face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070433042153733826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3L_M75_sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/e4ije3EeIIY/s320/DSC01642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is me, enjoying my Chicken A'la Kiev! Yummy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Supper Time in Chilli's -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070433046448701138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3L_c75_tI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dPg_KmlkgN4/s320/DSC01652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hubby in Chilli's *muacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070433050743668450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3L_s75_uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hQLTKpcdWJk/s320/DSC01651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my favourite in Chilli's, Monterey Chicken! Me and Hubby sharing the dish. Due to The Ship's dinner, me and Hubby's tummy is still feeling full, but we feel like biting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070433055038635762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3L_875_vI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OGum2DTN-w8/s320/DSC01655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the Shrek 3's tickets! Playful Hubby showing his middle finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070433055038635778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3L_875_wI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lnmiDlCoeiM/s320/DSC01656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you spot the date? Is premier movie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, I am very happy today. Thank you Hubby! Muacks. Super Duper love you!! I am loving the baby shrek and the babies of donkey and fire dragon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hubby: Yang Yang still want to shop! I didn't manage to buy my clothes and shoes. Smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LiLynn: About your case, I only can advise you to change your blog address to avoid this thing happen, as I don't really know what can I do for you. It might help I think. =) Chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-6199256237047470711?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6199256237047470711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=6199256237047470711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6199256237047470711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/6199256237047470711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/05/updates.html' title='-   The Updates..'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/Rl3LJ875_nI/AAAAAAAAAGM/g665bgvscLE/s72-c/DSC01635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073004952677138624.post-9219572379314201465</id><published>2007-05-27T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T04:06:22.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-   Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is a sleepless night once again. Too much to think, yet to be success and to be solve. There are a lot that I actually concerned. Having a very greatful thought for my future, but I know it will not come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I keep asking myself:&lt;br /&gt;- What is life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- What is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- What is family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- What am I doing right here, in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Why am I feeling lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Why is that happening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- What can I do, to get everything I lost, back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am here to suffer. 19 years, I learn nothing about all the above. All I am feeling right now, is a mistake to bring me to this world. Why me? Why here, when you know, you cannot give me the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why are you telling me, "If I am missing, you will become an ophan forever." over the phone? I know it will happen, it is just the matter of time. But soon or later. Have you think about my feelings before telling me this? I know I left nothing in this life. I know I got nothing. Do you know how hurt I am after listening what you have said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The sentence you have told me, I do always think about it. It makes me feel that I am a loner. What really make me feel successful in this life? Family. I am desperate for my own family. I do not have one. But I will love to have one. I will be willing to exchange anything for my family. Who understand how a broken family's kid is feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I walk alone in this 19 years, I go through things alone this 19 years. Is time to treat myself a little bit better than continue letting ownself suffer. People have been telling me "Let it go, c'mon. Past is already past." When this really happen to you, is easy for you to say let go. But it is really difficult for you to do so as everything happened in the same time. In a same time, you lost the 2 most important things in your life.And knowing they will &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; come back anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOT in this life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In a day, there are 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds. How many hours, minutes and seconds, you spend with me? How much you know about me? When I need comfort, who can I seek from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How I wish I can just leave like this. How I wish I can end this and start all over again. How I wish, I never been here. Home alone tonight. Darkness and silent I see and sense in the house, I terrified. This is what going to happen to me every single night in the future, as I said, soon or later. The feeling is just like I am lost deep in the jungle. Without any help, any hope of getting out. Seeing no way out. I am feeling cold and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All the questions are still in my mind. I will never find the answers in this life. Why? Why still have to stay strong to get myself go through this? Why should I still force myself to stay strong, telling myself that I actually can go through this? Why am I still pretending that I am strong and I can go through this, when I know that I am not and I am going to collapse?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I meant to be alone in this life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is miserable. Life is evil. People will choose to be alive, but I will choose to end this life. I am not afraid of death. When will it arrive? I am waiting impatiently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And when I say, I begin to walk away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073004952677138624-9219572379314201465?l=berriescatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/9219572379314201465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073004952677138624&amp;postID=9219572379314201465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/9219572379314201465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073004952677138624/posts/default/9219572379314201465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berriescatherine.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleepless-night.html' title='-   Sleepless Night'/><author><name>Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17597803450877417889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHOsOaz_usY/SU4M9OWYM3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/gsGZtOcFcF4/S220/SNC00005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
