<?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-4174612807227600091</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:53:03.658-08:00</updated><category term='Korea Autumn'/><category term='Hong Kong Trip'/><category term='Teh Halia'/><title type='text'>My Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8577298413667024093</id><published>2010-10-14T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:32:21.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>加油吧，朋友！</title><content type='html'>很久没有更新部落格了， 我都忘了部落格的密码。我试了两天，终于进来了。&lt;br /&gt;我是看了朋友的部落格，突然有些想法。人总是很矛盾，总是你看我好，我看你好。我很想往自由的生活。可是，自由的代价是要面对孤单，恐惧以及充满未知数的将来。我一直很羡慕她可以这么潇洒，到不同国家体验各种生活。看了她的部落格后，才知道做这个选择是需要很大的勇气。如果没有家人与朋友的支持，我想这条路会走得很辛苦。但是，如果可以追求自己喜欢的生活，再辛苦也值得吧。这种生活虽然有它的吸引力，但要付出的代价也很大。朋友，加油吧！希望你可以放胆的追求自己理想的生活，不要被现实打乱你的脚步。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8577298413667024093?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8577298413667024093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8577298413667024093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8577298413667024093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8577298413667024093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='加油吧，朋友！'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6362956237705461787</id><published>2009-11-11T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:09:44.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>原来幸福是短暂的。认清楚是件好事，不需拖拖拉拉。&lt;br /&gt;你想要的我不能给，我想要的你不能配合。&lt;br /&gt;我并不觉得我要求的多，可能是你太大男人。 &lt;br /&gt;或许，需要时间考虑彼此需要的是什么。&lt;br /&gt;到底，我们在彼此的心目中有多重要。&lt;br /&gt;至少，现在在我心中有很多问号。&lt;br /&gt;也许，你也一样。&lt;br /&gt;开始怀疑你之前所说的话。可能那是追求的手段吧。&lt;br /&gt;我也希望是我猜错了。&lt;br /&gt;给大家一点时间，合得来就继续，合不来就分开吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6362956237705461787?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6362956237705461787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6362956237705461787' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6362956237705461787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6362956237705461787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-1325106583251263776</id><published>2009-10-18T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:58:03.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>幸福</title><content type='html'>我想自己是幸福的。开始时是我想太多。&lt;br /&gt;也许你在对的时间出现。&lt;br /&gt;现在的我和几个月前的想法很不同。&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人要跟着心走，而不是条件式或冲动式的。&lt;br /&gt;说不出喜欢的理由，因为喜欢一个人不需要理由。&lt;br /&gt;只要觉得自然、舒服就好。&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你，让我真正体会什么是爱。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-1325106583251263776?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-4967063926827891237</id><published>2009-10-03T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:21:29.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad thoughts, Go Away!</title><content type='html'>Things did not go smoothly as expected. It seems everything went against my will. When things happened, I didn't have choice but accepted as what it was. If I didn't calm down and thought positively, I would go crazy or devastated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of hoping something when it does not exist. But the problem is I always imagine things that does not exist. I planned something, it was all in my mind, I didn't tell anyone if it did not work out. And I got dissappointed when the plan can't be fulfilled. I guess I am paranoid. I hope I can stop it, but it is in me. When there is some thoughts in me, I will try to focus on other things, and thoughts will be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-4967063926827891237?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4967063926827891237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=4967063926827891237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4967063926827891237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4967063926827891237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-thoughts-go-away.html' title='Bad thoughts, Go Away!'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-2997472337288459608</id><published>2009-09-20T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T05:58:40.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5239013&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5239013&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5239013"&gt;Oh, The Temptation&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/vanderslice"&gt;Steve V&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so cute. I can't stop laughing, and I am feeling better after watching this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-2997472337288459608?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2997472337288459608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=2997472337288459608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2997472337288459608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2997472337288459608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-2612850585069952338</id><published>2009-09-20T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T05:42:04.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsatisfied</title><content type='html'>It's seems like everytime when I post an entry I am moody. I admire other's life, their life are so contented and live fully to their life. They are happy, always put on beautiful smile, they love what they are doing and having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I lack of? Why am I not happy? I try to do things that make me happy, but it doesn't last. I enjoy dancing and baking. I love doing these. I feel flattered when people said my movement of cha-cha or salsa steps are beautiful. I feel satisfied when people tasted my cake, cookies and scone, and said they are delicious. I admit I like attention. But I don't this just for attention, as these are what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I am lonely. I think I am growing older, and people around me urge me to get a partner. I got stressed when I hear too many of these conversation. I pretend to smile back and tell them not to worry about me. My standard is too high, the right one has not appeared. Is this really true? 50/ 50. Am I really set a high standard? I believe in feeling. When things come right, even he is poor or different races, I won't bother too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends, maybe I will stay single if I do not meet a right one. I don't have the confidence to have a life partner. It's so "temporary" to me. It comes and goes, and never stay long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really share what I really feel with friends, there are only one or two that I can open myself with. I always think I don't need a lot of friends, keep a few who really care for me, share each others' happiness and sorrowness. That's why, I do not have a lot of good friends, cos I don't develop a deeper friendship with them. However, I envy those who have a lot of friends around, they seems very happy together. What a dilemma, I actually hope I have a group of friends who can do things together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-2612850585069952338?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2612850585069952338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=2612850585069952338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2612850585069952338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2612850585069952338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/unsatisfied.html' title='Unsatisfied'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3181115083099926127</id><published>2009-07-06T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:20:32.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologizes</title><content type='html'>It's not easy to apologize, it need courage to do so. I feel difficult to apologize or even to praise others. I don't feel natural or comfortable to do this. I guess this is why I do not have a lot of close friends or I am not popular. I always think I should not do things to please others if I don't feel comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realize that I have to do something to build better or good relationship with others. I need to make a habit to praise others, to apologize whether or not I am wrong. Gradually, it will become very natural without forcing myself to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made initiative to apologize, even though I don't think I am totally wrong. You can't use your mindset to think how other people think.  To change others, you have to change yourself. I have done my part and it's up to her whether she want to mend the relationship. Deep in my heart, I knew we will never go back to the "old days".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3181115083099926127?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3181115083099926127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3181115083099926127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3181115083099926127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3181115083099926127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/07/apologizes.html' title='Apologizes'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3180157284235778334</id><published>2009-06-29T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:00:08.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is real?</title><content type='html'>What is real? I don't feel real today. &lt;br /&gt;Monday always seems not real to me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bed. I miss my dream. &lt;br /&gt;I dreamt a lot lately, but can't remember it all.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so hard to get up from bed.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sleepy now, my eyelips can't open wide.&lt;br /&gt;Another 2.5 hours... Gambade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most striking news lately?&lt;br /&gt;Almost all the media, TV, newspaper,Radio are broadcasting the dead news of MJ.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when I heard the news, but I don't feel sad, just feel a bit pity.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fan of MJ, but like some of his songs. People commented he is even famous after his death. Everywhere is about his news. Radio, TV start to promote his songs, even has special program just to remember him. People talk good things about him after his death. Some criticize that it is too late to treasure oneself when he is gone. That's the real world, face it. People won't say bad thing when he is death. Company want to make money, they will publish more of his album, photograph or other commercial products. That's business, isn't it? At least, he was famous once. People still love him and remember him even he is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-personal relationship,regardless relationship with family, friends, colleagues or love ones. It is a life-long learning skill. I fail again and again, hope to be a better person. It is just too hard to satisfy everyone. I once choose to ignore, just do what I think is the best. I received advise and critisicm. I am just not those people who can listen to critisicm. I learn to listen, even it's tough. I learn to be more patient. I learn to keep silence. But it is not positive to become silence or quiet, people will think you are not in the good mood. What should I do? People think that I am too emotional. Chinese has a saying,“ 见人说人话，见鬼说鬼话”(Direct translate- Talk like a human when you meet human; Talk like a ghost when you meet a ghost). In other word, you got to pretend to be happy even you are not. Is this a scheme or a technique? It is very common in business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the title. What is real? Suddenly, I feel everything is fake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3180157284235778334?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3180157284235778334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3180157284235778334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3180157284235778334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3180157284235778334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-real.html' title='What is real?'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7071331546283664251</id><published>2009-03-01T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T06:26:54.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>有主就有盼望</title><content type='html'>工作越久,就会遇到越多不同的人. 有时, 真的不知道谁真谁假, 谁值得相信. 在这强食弱者的社会, 你若不保护自己, 就回被人"吃" 了. 可以说是一个残酷的社会.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人都选择不同的生存方式. 有的人选择保护自己, 有的人选择逃避, 有的人索性不理, 有的人只相信自己,不相信别人, 不管是什么样的生存方式, 久了都会觉得很累. 因为活着不是真正的自己, 必须在不同的人面前带着不同的面具. 有时需要强颜欢笑, 有时要说好话去讨好人, 有时要嘻嘻哈哈当作若无奇事的样子.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我自认没有办法去掩饰自己的喜怒哀乐, 我的表情都写在脸上了. 今天如果心情很好, 就会说很多话, 脸上总带微笑, 也不易发脾气. 但是, 心情不好的话, 就不爱说话, 一副臭脸的样子, 也很容易发脾气. 这也许在职场上并不专业, 因为不可以随意表现自己负面的情绪.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有办法选择以上的方法生存, 因为我没有办法伪装自己. 但我真的很庆幸我有主, 我并不是靠自己活着, 乃是靠主而活. 我不需要伪装自己, 而靠主的复活大能去胜过这一切. 靠主的力量, 我可以更自在的对人对事; 我可以爱我的仇敌. 因为有主, 所以不会感到无助; 因为有主, 所以才有希望.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-7071331546283664251?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7071331546283664251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7071331546283664251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7071331546283664251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7071331546283664251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='有主就有盼望'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-919101520927419014</id><published>2009-02-26T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:51:32.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be real to yourself</title><content type='html'>Be real to yourself. Express what you feel. If you like or don't like certain thing, just say it. Don't force yourself to accept it because you don't want to offend anybody. Of course, don't over do it. We still have to be polite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am. I am not here to please everyone. If you like me, just stay. If you don't like me, just leave. I wouldn't mind to lose a friend if he or she is not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends have many types. Some are true friends, those friends who really care about you, and willing to share your happiness and burdens. Some are friends for activies, playing sports, watching movie and going to parties. Some are colleagues, some colleagues can become true friends with you but most of them are merely colleagues to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the one who always support you and be true to you? They are the one who you have to appreciate and be thankful. I am glad I can still find a few who are willing to share my joy when I am happy; and listen to my sorrow when I am down. We can't be perfect for everybody. Those who are not can just remain formal friends. I wouldn't want to interfere and know more about those people if we are not close. Only those people I care and important to me, I will put extra effort for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends commented I was cold and cool when they first met me. But they will change their mind after get to know me. Some friends will say I am very quiet, those are the friends who don't know me well. It is because I don't speak too much to someone I barely know or I am not interested in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are important in our life. They actually play an important part in our life. It is sad if there are no one to share things with you. Good friends influence you in good things, but bad friends influence you in bad things. Be caution when you choose friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-919101520927419014?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/919101520927419014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=919101520927419014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/919101520927419014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/919101520927419014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-real-to-yourself.html' title='Be real to yourself'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8201854813824619221</id><published>2009-02-22T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:23:37.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>戏如人生, 人生如戏</title><content type='html'>人无聊时就会想无聊的事. 看完"随时候命" 港剧, ending 还不错, 有情人终成眷属. 这都是大家希望看到的结局. 可以和喜欢的人在一起. 过程中, 也许遇到障碍, 彼此不信任, 互相怀疑, 但是最重要的是要互相沟通, 把误会化解. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对看电视剧的人来说, 最关注的是男女主角会不会在一起, 有没有完美的结局. 好人有好报, 坏人有坏报. 大家都相信你种什么因, 就有什么样的果. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人家说戏如人生, 人生如戏. 在戏里的故事, 也可能发生在我们的周围. 当然有些情节只能在戏里发生. 像你希望和你喜欢的人在一起, 可是却不如你所愿. 在戏里, A 喜欢 B, B 却喜欢 C, A 就回成全B, 默默的离开. 但是, 剧本不会就这样停在这里. 它会让 D 出现, A 与 D 就擦出不一样的火花. 总之, 它会想办法让结局变得完美.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情就是不能勉强, 因勉强没有幸福. 是你的,就是你的; 不是你的, 就该放手. 只能安慰自己, 是因为时机未到. 我相信神已为每一个人都预备了适合自己的对象, 只是时间的问题. 幸运的话, 你可以很快就找到属于自己的幸福. 不够幸运的话, 也许要经过一些挫折才会找到那真命天子. Anyway, 我只想相信神.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8201854813824619221?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8201854813824619221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8201854813824619221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8201854813824619221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8201854813824619221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_22.html' title='戏如人生, 人生如戏'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5357287471682950842</id><published>2009-02-21T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:37:02.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果有如果 -- IF</title><content type='html'>如果有如果, 你会想做什么?&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我想回到我最开心的时刻.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我不会做让自己后悔的事.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我想坚持自己的梦想, 读自己喜欢的科系.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我不想工作, 环游世界.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我希望有特异功能, 想要什么就有什么.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我希望可以不说话, 别人就可以了解我.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我希望时间可以停止在最浪漫的时刻.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我希望自己永远是十八岁.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我想知道你在想什么.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我希望自己是jumper, 可以去那里就那里.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我想擦掉令我伤心的回忆.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我希望能令你天天开心.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我不希望你离开我.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我想天天和你在一起.&lt;br /&gt;如果有如果, 我希望大家可以坦白, 简单一点.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好像已沉浸在 "如果" 的世界. 我必需将自己抽离出来, 回到现实的世界.  怀疑自己是否有妄想症, 整天想一些不可能发生的事情. 可是,有时却觉得很有趣. 如果可以的话,应该尝试写科幻小说.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is "if" what would you like to do?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go back to the happiest moment.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't do the things that I would feel regret.&lt;br /&gt;I would persist on my own dream, to take the course I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't work but travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can have extra-ordinary power, to get what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I hope people can understand me without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the time would stop at the most romance moment.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am always 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I would want to know what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am a jumper, to go wherever I want.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to forget the things that let me sad.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are happy always.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you won't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be with you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone can be frank and simple to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I am in the world of "If", it's time for me to get out from here and turn to the reality. I guess I am paranoid, as I like to think the things which are impossible. But, I think it can be interesting sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-5357287471682950842?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5357287471682950842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=5357287471682950842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5357287471682950842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5357287471682950842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='如果有如果 -- IF'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-170140829731830120</id><published>2009-02-20T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:36:43.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind is blank</title><content type='html'>I normally update my blog once or twice a week, and it usually in the weekend. I always have some inspiration or thinking during the week. I always hope I can have Iphone or Smart phone, so I can update my blog any time. It's weird that my mind become blank when I want to write something. I usually read my friend's blog before I start to think what to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't start up with a good week. I was late at work on Monday. The attendance become very important especially during the economy recession. "If you really want the job, please be serious about it." I was a bit bothered by it, but I did not have a choice. I need to put effort for it, go to bed early at night, and force myself to wake up at 6:30am in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am struggling to come out with words right now. I do not know what to write, my mind is not working well as I am a bit sleepy. I think I should just stop here, and I have been spending half an hour for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-170140829731830120?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/170140829731830120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=170140829731830120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/170140829731830120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/170140829731830120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mind-is-blank.html' title='My mind is blank'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6883974194664723913</id><published>2009-02-15T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:16:37.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>Valentines is finally over. I felt lonely when I saw ladies carried the roses, the couples were cuddling in public places, stalls were selling roses, love-shaped balloons, soft toys, restaurants are having promotion for valentine days... Everywhere is full of Valentines atmosphere. I was trying not to have any feeling about it, treat it as a normal day. Maybe, I still wish to receive flowers, chocolate like every girls wishes. I am still longing for romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people happy, some people sad. We have different stories... Valentines will only be meaningful when the couple truely love each other. I am wishing everyone is able to find their true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is true love? &lt;br /&gt;True love = Love + Sex  (It's from a Chinese movie)&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not... Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6883974194664723913?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6883974194664723913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6883974194664723913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6883974194664723913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6883974194664723913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-4174279317293474794</id><published>2009-02-06T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:38:49.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts... realization...</title><content type='html'>Just felt it's such a long day today. I was quite stressed at work because of the new budget given. I was a bit lost my mind, wonder around like zombie but still have to work, reply emails, doing quotations. Just found the time passed very slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have planned to watch movie after work. Rushing for my work, couldn't wait to leave office as soon as I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the movie "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button". It didn't turn out to be my type of movie. I felt it is boring when I was watching it. Many times I felt asleep but I stayed awake, I was expecting something exciting but it turned out to be prosaic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a movie that make you think, and I think a lot after watching it. Benjamin Button had an unusual life than the other, he lived backward. He borned as in he was 80 years old man, and he became younger and younger as the time passed by. I don't know if this is good or bad if this is really happen in life. He couldn't grow and live normally like it suppose to be. He might miss a lot of things in life. He can't stay with the woman he loved as he grew younger and younger. The sad thing is he didn't have a choice as he borned in that way. But he didn't blame anyone, he just accept who he was and live normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize how lucky I am, as I was borned normal and healthy. I asked myself a lot of questions. Am I really treasure my life? Have I really put the effort for everything I do? Do I know what I really want? What do I need to achieve in life? I found myself still seeking for the answer and am very puzzled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in the middle of the night, the inspiration comes. It's good to have some realization. It makes me to think. It's time to do something about my life. Hope it can be something memorable and be able to tell the story to my grandchildren. 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I have been waiting for this day since Dec 08. I was anticipating my parents' coming, so that we can have family reunion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere in Spore is really different from back home. At this time, you will hear the firecrackers at back home, everyone is excited for the new year. In Spore, it is not allowed to play firecrackers, everyone is either have their family reunion dinner at home or restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall when was the last time we had all the family members gather together to have reunion dinner on New Year eve. I think it was 2001 if I'm not wrong. I was away in 2002, 2003 and 2004. From 2005 to 2007, some was working, some was studying abroad, it always had 1 or 2 missing. Year 2008, my brother was getting married in March, and decided not to go back on CNY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in year 2009, we all can make it for the reunion dinner, and this time we were in Spore. We also have new member this year, my sister-in-law and 2 cousins who are studying and working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have a short trip in Desaru. This will be the 2nd family trip. Hope we have wonderful time together. It is nothing sweeter than having quality time with family. I love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6956693557590528168?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6956693557590528168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6956693557590528168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6956693557590528168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6956693557590528168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SXx-iN7P0mI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RWHhC11rZqQ/s72-c/IMG_5536%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8651033693214338072</id><published>2009-01-16T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:18:15.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>想法</title><content type='html'>看过我的部落格的人都觉得我很悲观,总是沉浸在自己的世界里. 我承认自己对某些事情持有悲观的想法. 也许是因为没有快乐的经历,总是碰钉子. 所以并不敢往好的方面想, 因为没有希望, 就不会有失望. 每当我觉得是好事来临了, 有一种山穷水尽疑无路, 柳暗花明又一村的感觉; 但是却在刹那间消失了. 就像烟火一样, 放烟火时是非常的漂亮, 却在短短的几分钟化为乌有.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也很想有乐观的想法, 尽可能往好的方面想, 开开心心过每一天. 乐观的态度并不是与身具来的, 它可以从生活中培养出来. 我想这与你所交往的人是息息相关的. 如果你周围的人都很乐观, 这会影响你的思考,情绪, 慢慢的你会被他们感染, 就会变得乐观,快乐. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实, 我并不喜欢讲别人的是非 (gossipping). 因为很多时候都是负面的. 我会提出自己的看法但是并不想知道整件事的来龙去脉. 这太烦人了. 有时你知道的越多并代表对你好. 所以我选择不知道比较好. 如果人家不说, 我就不问. 他如果要说, 自然会告诉你.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上有太多的事并不是你我可以想像的, 而且不在你的控制范围内. 有些事发生了, 你只能觉得无奈, 并不能做些什么. 我想也无所谓了, 做自己应该做的事, 不该做的事少做.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8651033693214338072?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8651033693214338072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8651033693214338072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8651033693214338072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8651033693214338072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_16.html' title='想法'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-2757639725094592248</id><published>2009-01-11T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:17:51.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>一枝梅 il ji mae</title><content type='html'>Recently, I was busy watching il Ji Mae. I personally like the show and started to like the main actor, Lee Jun Gi. Though he looks like a girl, but he still very attractive to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the stories, he has two characters. On the one hand, he pretend nothing happen and being playful and naughty. On the other hand, he live with pain, as his family was murdered and he tries any mean to seek for the murderer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is in love with Han Xiao Zhu, which is the daughter of his enemy. He was shocked when he found out but could not resist the love for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like Korean movie, I will recommend you to watch this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SWnNsMn2auI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mHb0vOUn6e4/s1600-h/2008052919350121748230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SWnNsMn2auI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mHb0vOUn6e4/s200/2008052919350121748230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289985396509666018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SWnNm3cTEPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/artYJ2UJ3K4/s1600-h/11883517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SWnNm3cTEPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/artYJ2UJ3K4/s200/11883517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289985304924721394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SWnNgmzerTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kSoDWniA0Ao/s1600-h/2008052919350121748232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SWnNgmzerTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kSoDWniA0Ao/s200/2008052919350121748232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289985197379333426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-2757639725094592248?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2757639725094592248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=2757639725094592248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2757639725094592248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2757639725094592248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/il-ji-mae.html' title='一枝梅 il ji mae'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SWnNsMn2auI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mHb0vOUn6e4/s72-c/2008052919350121748230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8801126784110623100</id><published>2009-01-02T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:50:58.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>阳光总在风雨后</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d31e8143d58152ac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd31e8143d58152ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D00274ACC606606ED0FD39E9E20CCE086F9BBBF.2CCEC1F2CA2D40CB77FE2FD3B3C0B664F3E7D35A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd31e8143d58152ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ5HS-eprfgVHxhphzhwYnCuq5DE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd31e8143d58152ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D00274ACC606606ED0FD39E9E20CCE086F9BBBF.2CCEC1F2CA2D40CB77FE2FD3B3C0B664F3E7D35A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd31e8143d58152ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ5HS-eprfgVHxhphzhwYnCuq5DE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this music video is 阳光总在风雨后 (Sun will appear after the rain). It is a very meaningful song. To start of the new year, I hope we can forget the past, and always look at the brighter side in our life. Believe that there is rainbow after the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, life is short, break the rules, forgive and forget quickly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to say than done. I have failed many times, but I have to try again and again. This is just the process, we learn and we grow. Let's press on and achieve our goals and dreams!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8801126784110623100?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d31e8143d58152ac&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8801126784110623100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8801126784110623100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8801126784110623100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8801126784110623100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='阳光总在风雨后'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-35705005543545091</id><published>2009-01-02T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:10:08.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>We finished work around 4pm. Then, I had dinner with my colleagues. We went to a "Si Chuan" restaurant in China Town. I like the pork ribs, beef with vegetables, and beef with chilly (picture below). It looks very spicy, because there are a lot chillies. But to my surprise, the beef is not spicy at all. After dinner, we went to Karaoke. I enjoyed singing with my colleagues, not to worry if I am off key, a lot of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7MWdGgG6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/q6XZW2HuCYI/s1600-h/DSC02076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7MWdGgG6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/q6XZW2HuCYI/s200/DSC02076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286887698720627618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7L9BeZ7rI/AAAAAAAAAUM/poNPMwGyt_g/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7L9BeZ7rI/AAAAAAAAAUM/poNPMwGyt_g/s200/DSC02075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286887261807963826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7Lzrpp6II/AAAAAAAAAUE/_8sixiPebXA/s1600-h/DSC02074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7Lzrpp6II/AAAAAAAAAUE/_8sixiPebXA/s200/DSC02074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286887101330745474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Karaoke, I have to say good bye to my colleagues and went for "part 2". It was really crowded in Clarke Quay. The network was in congestion, I was so frustrated and nervous cos I couldn't reach my friends and my phone was in low bat. As my friends were in Arena, so I decided to join the queue. As the queue was long, I was left alone for the count down. While, other ppl were hugging each other and wish each other "Happy new year". Look at me, so poor thing. Then, finally, I got into Arena, it was so crowded inside. As about to give up, I saw Jeremy... Wow, how to describe my feeling that time. It was like seeing the light in the tunnel. I was so relieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Yvonne, but it was really dark and crowded, I couldn't see her, so just stick with J's friends. Half an hour later, I saw my other friend, Sally, just at the table right beside us. Wow, such a coincidence. The worries and disappointment earlier were all gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all my friends, to add colour to my life. Wish everyone has brighter year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7TppvZcoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mx9BaJ4Byt0/s1600-h/n748680129_1783983_4604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7TppvZcoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mx9BaJ4Byt0/s200/n748680129_1783983_4604.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286895725112291970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7TdePnkrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Fmt88MxtBOE/s1600-h/n748680129_1783972_834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7TdePnkrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Fmt88MxtBOE/s200/n748680129_1783972_834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286895515867779762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7TJop1sTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OcZmrInJL0w/s1600-h/n748680129_1783960_7642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7TJop1sTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OcZmrInJL0w/s200/n748680129_1783960_7642.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286895175064727858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7S-iemraI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AvCpqD6Snho/s1600-h/n748680129_1783928_7027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7S-iemraI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AvCpqD6Snho/s200/n748680129_1783928_7027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286894984428432802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7OcJv3lQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/enhD_Wc2HXc/s1600-h/n748680129_1783922_5109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7OcJv3lQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/enhD_Wc2HXc/s200/n748680129_1783922_5109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286889995627894018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-35705005543545091?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/35705005543545091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=35705005543545091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/35705005543545091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/35705005543545091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-eve.html' title='New Year Eve'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SV7MWdGgG6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/q6XZW2HuCYI/s72-c/DSC02076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-4820924181414092820</id><published>2008-12-28T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:25:57.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Losing of the Soul-life and the Rapture of the Overcomers</title><content type='html'>The title for this week morning revival is "The Losing of the Soul-life and the Rapture of the Overcomers". It is a warning message for eveyone of us. I didn't have morning revival couple of weeks, but I enjoyed what bro &amp; sis had shared in the meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 9:23-25: And He said to them all, If anyone wants to come after Me, let him &lt;strong&gt;deny himself &lt;/strong&gt;and take up his cross &lt;strong&gt;daily&lt;/strong&gt; and follow Me. For whoever wants to save his soul-life shall lose it; but whoever loses his soul-life for My sake, this one shall save it. For what is a man profited if he gains the whole world but loses of forteits himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 2:15-17: Do not love the world nor the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in him; because all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the vainglory of life, is not of the Father but is of the world. And the world is passing away, and its lust, but he who does the will of God abides forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus taught the disciples to take uo their cross and follow Him by denying their soul-life:&lt;br /&gt;1. To save the soul-life is to allow the soul to have its enyoyment and to escape suffering; to lose the soul-life is to cause the soul to lose its enjoyment and thereby to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.To lose the soul-life is to lose the enjoyment of the soul, and to save the soul-life means to preserve the soul in its enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To deny the self is to reject the soul's desire, preference, and choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We must deny our soul, our soulish life, with all its pleasures in this age, so that we may gain it in the enjoyment of the Lord in the coming age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If we allow our soul to suffer the loss of its enjoyment in this age for the Lord's sake, we will cause our soul to have its enjoyment in the kingdom age; we will share the Lord's joy in ruling over the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preserving the soul-life is related to lingering in the earthly and material things.&lt;br /&gt;1. We linger in the earthly things because we care for our soul's enjoyment in the present age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lot's wife became a pillar of salt because she took a lingering look backward at Sodom, indicating that she loved and treasured the evil world that God was going to judge and utterly destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lingering in the earthly things for the sake of our soul's enjoyment will cause us to lose our soul; that is, our soul will suffer the loss of its enjoyment in the coming kingdom age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 21:34-36: But take heed to yourselves lest perharps your hearts be weighed down with debauchery and drunkenness and the anxieties of life, and that day come upon you suddenly as a snare. For it will come in upon all those dwelling on the face of all the earth. But &lt;strong&gt;be watchful at every time&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;beseeching that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you would prevail to escape all these things which are about to happen and stand before the Son of Man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-4820924181414092820?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4820924181414092820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=4820924181414092820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4820924181414092820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4820924181414092820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/losing-of-soul-life-and-rapture-of.html' title='The Losing of the Soul-life and the Rapture of the Overcomers'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-9141941840874360216</id><published>2008-12-28T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:39:57.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter for you</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the conversation we had last night. I am really appreciated it. When I am lonely or have a problem, I know who to turn to. I am grateful that we can still remain friend after gone through so many things. It's good to end thing like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really happy for you that you have got the job you wanted, especially during economic crisis. I think God must have preserved you. Do all your best, and take Christ as everything. I will continue to pray for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I am a nice girl but too soft hearted. Yes, I admit that. I am too soft hearted in many ways. Too easy to trust people, too easy to fall for someone, too easy to forgive people... You said I have to be  a strong girl and I must learn from mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your advise. Thanks for our friendship. Thanks for everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-9141941840874360216?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9141941840874360216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=9141941840874360216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/9141941840874360216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/9141941840874360216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-for-you.html' title='A letter for you'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-9019802460503137385</id><published>2008-12-26T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T04:04:55.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>哭其实是好方法</title><content type='html'>没想到我刚痊愈的伤口又被割伤了. 也许是因为刚刚才痊愈, 所以再次被割伤后感觉特别疼痛. 没有什么比哭能让受伤的心得到安慰. 很多人说哭不能解决问题, 但它确实可以有效的释放心中不满,伤心,委屈的情绪. 哭后, 心情会好一点. 心情好后就可以想怎么解决问题.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想这次的伤口也许可以很快的痊愈吧, 因为并不是伤得很严重, 只是皮外伤, 止止血就可以了. 休息后, 又可以继续往前.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我得不停的鼓励自己, 叫自己坚强,勇敢一点, 不要败给残酷的现实. 努力及勇敢的去面对才是正确的态度. 我要加油! 周杰伦的稻香让自己觉得自己是身在福中不知福. 感情受伤只是生命中的一个瑕疵, 它并不是生命的全部. 我还有很多事等着我去做.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没想到我现在还可以有这积极的想法. 回顾刚才在房里哭得死去活来, 所想的都是消极的想法. 但是, 哭完后,擦擦泪, 还是可以振作起来, 虽然现在眼睛还是红红肿肿的. 好啦, 现在没事了. 感觉很好. 我要看海角七号, 不写了.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-9019802460503137385?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9019802460503137385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=9019802460503137385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/9019802460503137385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/9019802460503137385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_26.html' title='哭其实是好方法'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-4495732090542334762</id><published>2008-12-25T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:09:26.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>像梦一场</title><content type='html'>今天早上起来, 怀疑过去五天是不是一场梦, 分不出是真是假. 一切都发生的太快了. 来得快,去的也快. 所以像一场梦.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有一个东西像橡笔檫一样可以把做错的事, 不好的回忆檫掉.男人把责任推给了女人, 说声对不起, 我们作回朋友就算了. 难道, 男人可以轻易忘记所发生的事吗? 男人与女人的想法差距还真大. 我想我可以大慨看清男人所要的是什么. 可是,自己太相信爱情, 以为可以有好的开始. 是自己太天真了, 以为他也是这么想. 我错了, 一次又一次的让自己受伤. 我也希望自己可以从经验中吸取教训, 下次不要让同样的事情发生第三次.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人都想尽办法去保护自己, 却不知道在保护自己时伤到对方. 对爱情很茫然, 迷失了方向, 不知道下一步该怎么走. 你说认识的时间太短了, 让你感到压力. 不知你的压力从何而来, 因为我并没有要求什么. 我也知道这一切都太快了. 可是, 我并不觉得这是一件坏事. 只能说你还没有准备好. 也有些例子, 双方只认识短短的一个月就结婚了, 他们也过得很幸福快乐. 这并不是因为时间的关系, 而是你根本没有准备好新一段感情的开始.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有资格说你什么, 我也很自私, 我希望自己可以找到幸福. 但是, 下次我应该更精明. 但, 我不知道会不会有下次, 因为对爱情已产生恐惧感.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2fb55f01b4a3dd18" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8299668642100718016</id><published>2008-12-25T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:59:29.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d1d8c642e5b45ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d1d8c642e5b45ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B06F334C38C6C6237E8A0B38FEE8A70F105CC00.84928316ADCBD771945396F9E88E212D2AC2FA69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d1d8c642e5b45ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De5I1AYStQVZcjpM5kRk0YoExes4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the song I heard from the radio. The song really sing out how women really feel and I think it is true. I think women are always the weaker one in a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I were a boy, Even just for a day. &lt;br /&gt;I'd roll out of bed in the morning &lt;br /&gt;and throw on want I wanted and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd drink beer with the guys &lt;br /&gt;And chase after girls &lt;br /&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted &lt;br /&gt;And I'd never get confronted for it &lt;br /&gt;Cause they stick up for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy &lt;br /&gt;I'd think that I could understand &lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl &lt;br /&gt;And I swear I'd be a better man &lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her Cuz I know how it hurts &lt;br /&gt;When u lose the one you wanted &lt;br /&gt;Cuz he's taking you for granted &lt;br /&gt;And every thing you had got destroyed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy &lt;br /&gt;I would turn off my phone &lt;br /&gt;tell everyone it's broken &lt;br /&gt;so they will think that I was sleeping alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd put myself first &lt;br /&gt;and make the rules as I go &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that she'd be faithful &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to come home, to come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy &lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand &lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl &lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts &lt;br /&gt;when you lose the one you wanted &lt;br /&gt;Cuz he's taking you for granted &lt;br /&gt;and everything you had got destroyed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back &lt;br /&gt;Say It's just a mistake &lt;br /&gt;think I'd forgive you like that &lt;br /&gt;If you thought that I would wait for you, &lt;br /&gt;you thought wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy &lt;br /&gt;You don't understand &lt;br /&gt;And you don't understand, oh&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl &lt;br /&gt;Someday you wish you're were a better man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her &lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts &lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted &lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're takeing her for granted &lt;br /&gt;and everything you had got destroyed &lt;br /&gt;but you are just a boy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8299668642100718016?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1d1d8c642e5b45ff&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8299668642100718016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8299668642100718016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8299668642100718016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8299668642100718016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I were a boy'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5994591926981383041</id><published>2008-12-25T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:58:50.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SVNqO7YeGRI/AAAAAAAAATk/E9sD5OsNVM8/s1600-h/24122008346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SVNqO7YeGRI/AAAAAAAAATk/E9sD5OsNVM8/s200/24122008346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283683592526764306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SVNpvVPc9XI/AAAAAAAAATU/sQ0eYs1V4Yk/s1600-h/24122008347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SVNpvVPc9XI/AAAAAAAAATU/sQ0eYs1V4Yk/s200/24122008347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283683049712448882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SVNqBqyckvI/AAAAAAAAATc/O6kDaBJJFoE/s1600-h/DSC00441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SVNqBqyckvI/AAAAAAAAATc/O6kDaBJJFoE/s200/DSC00441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283683364734014194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SVc_sui9IRI/AAAAAAAAATs/mdMhdLgSr5E/s1600-h/DSC02072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SVc_sui9IRI/AAAAAAAAATs/mdMhdLgSr5E/s200/DSC02072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284762725384003858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Christmas Eve? I think I had a good one. I had bought the presents for my colleague and brought to office on Christmas Eve. No ones had mood to work that day. Time passed quite fast. I distribute the gifts to colleagues. And I also received some gifts from others. At first I thought this year will not receive many gift due to recession, but I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lunch time, we went out together with the customer service supports. We have great time together in Hans. Even the market is bad, but we should stay positive :).&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to leave earlier so that I can run some errands before I went to brother's house for dinner. Anyway, we were released at 4+pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to gather with families on this special day. After dinner, we were singing Christmas songs, and sister-in-law shared with us the significance of Christmas day. I was surprised to hear from her that she actually knew 25 Dec is not the actual birthday of Jesus Christ. According to the bible, Jesus was not borned in winter so it shouldn't be in Dec. However, it is significance to remember Jesus's birthday, for saving sinners life and give us the eternal life. I have the same feeling too, as human we are very forgetful, it is good that there is a specific day to remember Jesus's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I went watching Twilight. It was not as good as I am expected. Hmmm... it was little too long for the introduction. No much surprise... Though I have good time and enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-5994591926981383041?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5994591926981383041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=5994591926981383041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5994591926981383041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5994591926981383041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SVNqO7YeGRI/AAAAAAAAATk/E9sD5OsNVM8/s72-c/24122008346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-2865346842956508437</id><published>2008-12-23T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:37:32.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱情的功课</title><content type='html'>爱情说复杂并不复杂，说简单并不简单。很多时候是人自己将它复杂化。 是因为想太多了。把简单的事扩大了，本来可以很简单的却变复杂了。一个小小的环境，一句不刻意的话，一个小小的动作，都让我们有很多的遐想。也许，它并不代表任何意义。我们只是把本来普通的事加上意识吧了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要简单也可以很简单. 我觉得最重要还是要互相坦白. 尽量有好的沟通, 知道与了解大家的想法, 试着去体谅与宽容对方. 我最不喜欢有事却没有说出来反而隐藏起来. 这样就会让另一方胡思乱想, 事情就复杂化了. 可以的话, 一起面对所遇到的困难.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有很多事情的发生不是在我们的控制范围内, 我们没有办法让已经发生的事情当作没有发生过. 最重要的是我们该以什么样的态度去面对. 有些人也许要花很长的时间去调节心情, 有些人也许在很短的时间就康复了. 这并没有所谓的对与错. 我不能说你康复的时间太长了. 每个人都有他处理事情的方式, 我们必须尊重他们.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可以说你对爱情没有安全感, 没有太大的信心, 因为你曾经受伤过. 我想每个人都有自己的过去, 也许是好的回忆, 也许是痛苦的回忆. 无论是怎样的回忆, 重要的是珍惜现在所拥有的, 而不是失去后才后悔. 我们没有办法预知将来会发生什么事情, 那为什么要为无法预知的将来而烦恼呢? 说白了, 人还是为自己着想, 每个人都很爱自己, 保护自己, 不让自己受到伤害. 我没有能力让你忘记过去, 但是如果你愿意, 我希望可以和你开创未来. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给对方多些时间与空间吧. 很多事情是急不得的, 要花时间去经营的. 耐心很重要吧, 学会如何去等待. 虽然, 它将会是我一辈子都学不好的功课, 但是, 我会尽量尝试做到最好.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted on 25 Dec, 4:40pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-2865346842956508437?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2865346842956508437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=2865346842956508437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2865346842956508437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2865346842956508437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_23.html' title='爱情的功课'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5518579847208150253</id><published>2008-12-21T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:42:47.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party... Rest... Weekend Over!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU44S4MjMmI/AAAAAAAAATM/VcjiWqmvj-4/s1600-h/Mimi%27s+bday-+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU44S4MjMmI/AAAAAAAAATM/VcjiWqmvj-4/s200/Mimi%27s+bday-+17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282221309925995106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU43JsGb7VI/AAAAAAAAATE/As4qYpS7GZE/s1600-h/Mimi%27s+bday-+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU43JsGb7VI/AAAAAAAAATE/As4qYpS7GZE/s200/Mimi%27s+bday-+14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282220052548676946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU42hfboR7I/AAAAAAAAASs/cpwyLOOHnNY/s1600-h/Mimi%27s+bday-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU42hfboR7I/AAAAAAAAASs/cpwyLOOHnNY/s200/Mimi%27s+bday-+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282219361953138610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU42v7HRZJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/TZIGqqjKkP8/s1600-h/Mimi%27s+bday-+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU42v7HRZJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/TZIGqqjKkP8/s200/Mimi%27s+bday-+21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282219609902113938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU429Ax-vTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sOBz8iOjC8w/s1600-h/Mimi%27s+bday-+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU429Ax-vTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sOBz8iOjC8w/s200/Mimi%27s+bday-+27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282219834761723186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun last night. I attended Mimi's birthday party. The theme of the birthday party was "White winter" and we have to wear winter clothings. Hmmm... imagine in this tropical climate in Singapore, we have to dress like we are in the winter. But it was fun, cos I don't usually have the chance to wear winter clothes unless I go to other countries in winter season. I was still thinking what should I wear the night before. I found the blue &amp; white stripes top, which I have bought it for long time and I didn't have chance to wear it. Hehe... finally, I found the opportunity to wear it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home quite late last night and went to bed around 1+am. I managed to wake up this morning and went to the church. But I was very sleepy after I got home. My stomach was a bit upset,and had diarrhea. Oh, sad... my stomach still feel a bit funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Chinese festival, "Dong Zhi", which Chinese will gather together with their families and relatives. The traditional food for "Dong Zhi" is the rice ball, "Tang Yuan". My sister is cooking the ginger soup for the rice ball. It smell really good. I need to go now to eat the rice ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU4qt5aVKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/aIiMrmnJflU/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU4qt5aVKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/aIiMrmnJflU/s200/DSC02057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282206380945910530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU4qNs2y17I/AAAAAAAAASU/IuwKDXSsqO8/s1600-h/DSC02051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU4qNs2y17I/AAAAAAAAASU/IuwKDXSsqO8/s200/DSC02051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282205827819820978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-5518579847208150253?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5518579847208150253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=5518579847208150253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5518579847208150253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5518579847208150253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/party-rest-weekend-over.html' title='Party... 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Weekend Over!!'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SU44S4MjMmI/AAAAAAAAATM/VcjiWqmvj-4/s72-c/Mimi%27s+bday-+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-2801521246495672658</id><published>2008-12-14T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:57:47.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>带我走</title><content type='html'>带我走, 去一个没有烦恼的地方.&lt;br /&gt;慵懒的躺在沙滩上, 享受阳光和海风.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;带我走, 放下这里的一切.&lt;br /&gt;所有的压力, 不开心的事都抛开.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;带我去世外桃园, 越远越好.&lt;br /&gt;不想回头, 继续往前.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;带我去一个没有人认识我的地方.&lt;br /&gt;重新开始!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是有很多可是, 要放下并不是这么容易.&lt;br /&gt;要走却没有勇气. &lt;br /&gt;走了也许就不能回来. &lt;br /&gt;走了, 那里不一定会比这里好.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;留下来会比较好吗?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-2801521246495672658?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2801521246495672658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=2801521246495672658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2801521246495672658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2801521246495672658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='带我走'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7950984204429719095</id><published>2008-12-06T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:33:09.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>I am inspired by the sms sent by Mimi this evening. She said she cant forward sms anymore after she buy her new iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the message:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know why we all hang on to something we're better off letting go. It's like we're scared to lose what we don't even really have. Some of us say we'd rather have that something than absolutely nothing...but the truth is having it halfway is harder than not having it at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I face the above mentioned dilemma a lot especially in the relationship. It's quite difficult to get win-win situation in a relationship. I always hope that those guys who are or were after me can still be my friends. When I was in that situation, I was hestitated and confused, as I did not know what would be the best for both of us. I was struggled a lot if I should let go. If I am letting go, can we still be friends. There are a lot of question marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another situation, when you finally have to say "fareware" or "good bye" to the one you in love before, can you really letting go? It's easy to say than done. You tell your friends you have let go, but deep in your heart you still miss him. For me, it will take a while, maybe a year, 2 years... That one day will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-7950984204429719095?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7950984204429719095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7950984204429719095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7950984204429719095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7950984204429719095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-173718742187518957</id><published>2008-11-30T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:00:39.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKefHmimII/AAAAAAAAAR0/enzP8_UDrC0/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKefHmimII/AAAAAAAAAR0/enzP8_UDrC0/s200/DSC01952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274452371058104450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKeWCTVGFI/AAAAAAAAARs/1UyOXfvT53g/s1600-h/DSC01948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKeWCTVGFI/AAAAAAAAARs/1UyOXfvT53g/s200/DSC01948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274452215016527954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKeI_gUDEI/AAAAAAAAARk/pVNSYfTV_ZY/s1600-h/DSC01942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKeI_gUDEI/AAAAAAAAARk/pVNSYfTV_ZY/s200/DSC01942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274451990927379522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKdd7Li_GI/AAAAAAAAARc/3sKpeVJBVOY/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKdd7Li_GI/AAAAAAAAARc/3sKpeVJBVOY/s200/DSC01931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274451251032161378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKdNnPHNNI/AAAAAAAAARU/bDsHn43-N80/s1600-h/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKdNnPHNNI/AAAAAAAAARU/bDsHn43-N80/s200/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274450970800501970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meeting with my ex-flatemate for lunch at IMM this afternoon. We didn't meet each other for a long time. I am happy to see her. We were chatting while having our lunch. After lunch, we went window shopping. Hoon was looking for new shoes for her friend's wedding. I just remember that her feet are really small, her feet size is No. 3. She has the difficulty to find the right size, as they are either out of stock or the shops do not sell size 3 shoes. So, feet with small size is not a good thing also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, we went to buy some drinks. It happen that there was an authograph session for 周华健. 他的歌伴随着我们的成长, 他的歌是老少皆宜. 我们便找了一个位置留下来观看. 很喜欢他的歌, 首首歌都朗朗上口. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the donut shop, I can't resist it and bought four more today. Donuts are really fattening, I have to cut down. After trying different flavours of the donuts, my favorite donuts are Almond and Oreo donuts. I don't really like the donut with the cream inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-173718742187518957?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/173718742187518957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=173718742187518957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/173718742187518957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/173718742187518957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-meeting-with-my-ex-flatemate-for.html' title='SUNDAY!'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STKefHmimII/AAAAAAAAAR0/enzP8_UDrC0/s72-c/DSC01952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-2276901958589880968</id><published>2008-11-29T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:38:10.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STFSqXna-VI/AAAAAAAAARM/BFn0E8mO9aQ/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STFSqXna-VI/AAAAAAAAARM/BFn0E8mO9aQ/s200/DSC01922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274087526474905938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sweet-toothed, and like to eat chocolate, candies, cake, ice-cream. Just recent year, Donut become very popular in Singapore, and everywhere sells donuts. When it was just started 2 years ago, there were only a few Donut backery shops. There is one "Donut Factory" in Raffles city mall. When it just started, there were a lot of people queeing to buy donuts. I was not so fancy about it at that time. I don't like to quee so I didn't get the chance to eat it. Few months later, there was new branch opened in Suntec city. The quee was not long for dine-in, so I thought of give it a try. Since then, I always have a temptation to buy donuts when I see Donut Backery shop. More and more Donut backery shop or cafe open in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another famous Donut Outlet called "J CO Donut &amp; Coffee". After gymn, I went to Raffles city mall to have dinner. Before I went back home, I stopped by J CO and picked up 2 donuts. I was really wanted to buy 6, but no one will eat with me. My sis does not like donuts at all. So, I always buy 2 for myself. My colleague recommended Cheese &amp; Garlic flavour. At first, I felt it was a weird combination. After I tasted it, and I think it is quite nice. I hope I can try other flavours. I am easily satisfied after eating donuts. But not too many at one time, 2 are just right. I try not to eat so often, maybe 2 times a month. Haha.. Oh.. I love it, can't wait to buy the next two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-2276901958589880968?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2276901958589880968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=2276901958589880968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2276901958589880968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2276901958589880968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/donut.html' title='Donut'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/STFSqXna-VI/AAAAAAAAARM/BFn0E8mO9aQ/s72-c/DSC01922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8488033597604018294</id><published>2008-11-29T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:16:39.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be optimistic</title><content type='html'>It has been a tough week at work. This is my first time that I feel the impact of economic crisis. It happened in 1997, and I was 15 years old at that time. I was still going to school, enjoying my teenage life. Again, in 2001-2002, there was a recession, a lot of people were unemployed, and also many people were killed because of SARS. It was really bad. And I was in New Zealand, and didn't really know what had happened in other side of the world. People were fighting for their life. New Zealand is like a land of piece, there was nothing major happen there, it's like we were in another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 2009, economic crisis. Everyday, you can read from the newspaper or the news from TV about current market situation. How business, bank &amp; people get affected by this recession. People feel down and gloomy. But there are some articles teach u how to be optimistic during the recession. We need to be thankful that we still keep our job, we have place to live, food to eat. We need to spend our money wisely, to have more saving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to complain about my work, how I felt misunderstood by my boss and I didn't like the way she handled the things. And now, I gonna stop it but to be thankful. Out there, there are a lot of people lose their jobs and maybe they are in the hardship now. So, why should I complain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8488033597604018294?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8488033597604018294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8488033597604018294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8488033597604018294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8488033597604018294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-optimistic.html' title='Be optimistic'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-333773725338743792</id><published>2008-11-23T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:21:46.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>想通了!</title><content type='html'>有时候还是会不由自主的想起你. &lt;br /&gt;要我完全的忘记不是一件容易的事. &lt;br /&gt;当然感情是会随着时间流逝而淡化的. 偶尔, 还是会想起你的. &lt;br /&gt;只是, 已经少了那种感觉了. 我想对我而言是件好事. &lt;br /&gt;人的感情本来就是很脆弱, 可以为了某某因素而变质.&lt;br /&gt;口口声声说"我爱你", 可是转过头可以跟另一个也这么说. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"爱情是盲目的", 很多人都以这句话为借口而开始发展一个自己认为没有结果的感情. &lt;br /&gt;对,爱情会使一个人盲目, 失去理智, 感情用事.&lt;br /&gt;是否该抽离目前的处境以一个第三者的身份去想一想下一步该怎么走呢?&lt;br /&gt;不管你再怎么渴目爱情, 无法忍受孤当寂寞, 还是要理性的去处理事情.&lt;br /&gt;不要因为一时的寂寞而走错路. &lt;br /&gt;"千金难买早知道, 后悔没有特效药". &lt;br /&gt;如果知道一开始就没有结果何必开始呢? &lt;br /&gt;或许, 你会有不同的想法与意见, 只是如果可以把伤害减到最低对大家都有好处.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后, 想和你们分享 Jay Chow 的这首 "稻香". 很好听的一首歌, 歌词也很有意义.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;對這個世界如果你有太多的抱怨&lt;br /&gt;dui zhe ge shi jie ru guo ni you tai duo de bao yuan&lt;br /&gt;If you have too many grievances towards this world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跌倒了就不敢繼續往前走&lt;br /&gt;die dao le jiu bu gan ji xu wang qian zou&lt;br /&gt;Having fallen, you lose the courage to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼人要這麼的脆弱 墮落&lt;br /&gt;wei shen me ren yao zhe me de cui ruo duo luo&lt;br /&gt;Why do people want to be so weak and fallen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;請你打開電視看看&lt;br /&gt;qing ni da kai dian shi kan kan&lt;br /&gt;Please turn on the television now and see for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多少人為生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;br /&gt;duo shao ren wei sheng ming zai nu li yong gan de zou xia qu&lt;br /&gt;So many people bravely fighting for their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們是不是該知足&lt;br /&gt;wo men shi bu shi gai zhi zu&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we be content,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切　就算沒有擁有&lt;br /&gt;zhen xi yi qie jiu suan mei you yong you&lt;br /&gt;Cherish all we have, even if we don't possess them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊還記得你說家是唯一的城堡　&lt;br /&gt;hai ji de ni shuo jia shi wei yi de cheng bao&lt;br /&gt;I still remember you said home is your only castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　隨著稻香河流繼續奔跑&lt;br /&gt;sui zhe dao xiang he liu ji xu ben pao&lt;br /&gt;Following the paddy fragrance, the flowing stream, I continued running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　微微笑　小時候的夢我知道&lt;br /&gt;wei wei xiao xiao shi hou de meng wo zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;Smile, I know the childhood dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　不要哭讓螢火蟲帶著你逃跑　&lt;br /&gt;bu yao ku rang ying huo chong dai zhe ni tao pao&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away, escaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　鄉間的歌謠永遠的依靠&lt;br /&gt;xiang jian de ge yao yong yuan de yi kao&lt;br /&gt;You will always find serenity in folk songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　回家吧　回到最初的美好＊&lt;br /&gt;hui jia ba hui dao zui chu de mei hao&lt;br /&gt;Go home, return to the sweet past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要這麼容易就想放棄　就像我說的&lt;br /&gt;bu yao zhe me rong yi jiu xiang fang qi jiu xiang wo shuo de&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up so easily, just like what I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;追不到的夢想　換個夢不就得了&lt;br /&gt;zhui bu dao de meng xiang huan ge meng bu jiu de liao&lt;br /&gt;If the dream can't be reached, then just follow another dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為自己的人生鮮艷上色　&lt;br /&gt;wei zi ji de ren sheng xian yan shang se&lt;br /&gt;Add bright colours to your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先把愛塗上喜歡的顏色&lt;br /&gt;xian ba ai tu shang xi huan de yan se&lt;br /&gt;Paint LOVE in your favourite colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑一個吧　功成名就不是目的&lt;br /&gt;xiao yi ge ba gong cheng ming jiu bu shi mu di&lt;br /&gt;Smile, fame and success isn't the aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;讓自己快樂快樂這才叫做意義&lt;br /&gt;rang zi ji kuai le kuai le zhe cai jiao zuo yi yi&lt;br /&gt;Be happy. That is the whole meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 童年的紙飛機　現在終於飛回我手裡&lt;br /&gt;tong niang de zhi fei ji xian zai zhong yu fei hui wo shou li&lt;br /&gt;(Just like how) I finally found my lost childhood innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＃所謂的那快樂　赤腳在田裡追蜻蜓追到累了&lt;br /&gt;suo wei de na kuai le chi jiao zai tian li zhui qing ting zhui dao lei le&lt;br /&gt;What is happiness? It's chasing dragonflies in the fields barefooted till we're exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　偷摘水果被蜜蜂給叮到怕了　誰在偷笑呢&lt;br /&gt;tou zhai shui guo bei mi feng gei ding dao pa le shui zai tou xiao ne&lt;br /&gt;Tried to steal fruits but suffered so much beestungs until i am scared. Who's snickering (at me)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　我靠著稻草人吹著風唱著歌睡著了&lt;br /&gt;wo kao zhe dao cao ren chui zhe feng chang zhe ge shui zhao le&lt;br /&gt;Leaning against the scarecrow, enjoying the wind, singing songs till I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　哦　哦　午後吉他在蟲鳴中更清脆&lt;br /&gt;o o wu hou ji ta zai chong ming zhong geng qing cui&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ Oh~ In the afternoon, the guitar chords sound more crisp amidst the cries of the insects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　哦　哦　陽光灑在路上就不怕心碎&lt;br /&gt;o o yang guang sa zai lu shang jiu bu pa xin sui&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ Oh~ The sunlight shines on the road so there's no need to fear a heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　珍惜一切　就算沒有擁有＃&lt;br /&gt;zhen xi yi qie jiu suan mei you yong you&lt;br /&gt;Cherish everything, even if we don't possess them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-99bd19b74834ddf6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99bd19b74834ddf6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BA9B6B535D0D68357E09A4E072572F81251825B.30B330FED61243CEB0D24BCC849529B82FE11011%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99bd19b74834ddf6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhWXCb8zCPfBqkwZqxX57tbe5SII&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99bd19b74834ddf6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BA9B6B535D0D68357E09A4E072572F81251825B.30B330FED61243CEB0D24BCC849529B82FE11011%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99bd19b74834ddf6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhWXCb8zCPfBqkwZqxX57tbe5SII&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-333773725338743792?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=99bd19b74834ddf6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/333773725338743792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=333773725338743792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/333773725338743792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/333773725338743792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_23.html' title='想通了!'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7350287892322179139</id><published>2008-11-23T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:10:34.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Cookies</title><content type='html'>My sister and flatmate are not at home this weekend. Hence, I am alone at home. My youngest sis came to accompany me on Friday night. I am fine to be alone at home, I have much freedom. I can online writing my blog or watching Korean drama without disturbance or interruption. I prefer to write my blog when I am alone. This is also the reason why I didn't update my blog so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Dety's house yesterday to bake cookies. I bought the ready-baked powder, and just mixed all the ingredients together. It was very easy as just need to follow the instructions. We were backing the double chocolate cookies, it turned out quite nice. We are planning to bake muffin next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see Adriel &amp; Casia (Dety's children) for more than a month, as they were sick and unable to attend the meeting. Adriel can walk now, though not very stable yet. The way he walks is very cute. Normally, in the meeting, he won't let me to carry him or touch him. But yesterday, he wanted me to feed him. It's really not easy to bring up children, especially when they are both infants and very young in age. They need people's attention and very dependent. I personally feel it's a hard job. We need God's sovereign power and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining again......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-7350287892322179139?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7350287892322179139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7350287892322179139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7350287892322179139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7350287892322179139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/baking-cookies.html' title='Baking Cookies'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8934210541076524724</id><published>2008-11-16T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:42:25.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep good shape</title><content type='html'>I eat a lot lately. I think I have gained the appetite after I came back from hometown. My mum asked me to eat proper meal (steamed rice with meat &amp; vege)because they have much nutrient and vitamins. As an obedient kid, I listened to my mum, and start to have "proper meal" for my lunch. Since then, I can't stop eating rice for my lunch. I feel hungry easily and tend to eat some pastries (cakes, bread or cookies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to worry about my figure and weight. I need to go to gymn more often. I just weigh last Tuesday, it showed good result. I have lose 3.1kg of fats and convert the fats to muscles. I am quite happy about the result. I was puzzled why I did not gain weight as I ate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have fit body. Gambade!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8934210541076524724?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8934210541076524724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8934210541076524724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8934210541076524724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8934210541076524724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/keep-good-shape.html' title='Keep good shape'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-898403409857485822</id><published>2008-11-15T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:03:23.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的周末</title><content type='html'>对一个上班族来说周末很重要, 因为可以在周末休息. 不用上班的感觉很好, 不需要看人的脸色, 没有压力. 很多病都是由压力引起的. 虽然看不到它, 它的杀伤力却很强. 这已过的一周, 还过得很慢. 每天上班前, 都希望自己生病还是什么的, 有不想上班的念头.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于, 周末来了, 本想要睡个痛快, 可是却睡不好. 最近老是做梦, 做很多小小的梦. 有些梦还廷真实的, 却记不起来了. 今天整天在家. 想出去却很懒. 早上, 被哥哥打来的电话吵醒了. 接着就吃姐姐煮的鸡汤寿面, 然后看DVD. 电影名称是 "The Great Debater". 讲述黑人怎么被白人歧视. 这是一部真人故事. 有一个老师, 他栽培了三名学生成为出色的辩论家. 赢了多场比赛,有了知名度. 最后,还赢了最有名的大学, Havard University. 后来, 这三名学生都有出色的成就, 为黑人作出了很大的贡献, 解除了白人对黑人的歧视. 这是一部颁非常感人的电影. 我想因为有了困难和挑战, 我们才会有进步, 努力去争取自己的权益. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;通常, 星期五和六, 都会比较迟才睡. 上上网啦, 看电视啦, 看书啦, 什么都好. 现在, 上网看韩剧, 剧名叫 "On Air". 这是讲娱乐界的幕后工作的黑暗与丑陋之处. 当你还不是很红的时候, 说话要礼貌, 低声下气的, 只怕得罪人. 当你红的时候, 每个人都要对你毕恭毕敬, 照你的吩咐做事, 不敢得罪你, 说话都变得大声了. 所以说, 娱乐圈是很复杂的, 它是一个大染缸, 不知到进去后会变成什么样. 意志力不好的还是别发明星梦吧! 算是一步很精彩的电视剧吧, 有空看看吧!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-898403409857485822?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/898403409857485822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=898403409857485822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/898403409857485822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/898403409857485822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='我的周末'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3753640191473120703</id><published>2008-11-14T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:10:43.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Baby are You?</title><content type='html'>Which Baby Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.  Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous.  Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive.  Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered.  Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness.  Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apr &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous.  Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic.  Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others.  Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children.  Hardworking. High-spirited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jun&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jul&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed.  Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable.  Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.  Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times.  Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.  dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an 'every thing's peachy' attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer.  Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of 'that someone'.  Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by 'no pain no gain' caring.  Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious.  'charming' or 'beautiful' to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent.  Strong willed. A fighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional.  Stubborn.  Hasty.  Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore.  Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly.  Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable.  Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times.  Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent.  Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible... Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious.  Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best.  Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer.  Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding.  Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt.  Sensitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3753640191473120703?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3753640191473120703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3753640191473120703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3753640191473120703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3753640191473120703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/which-baby-are-you.html' title='Which Baby are You?'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6337992899003811742</id><published>2008-11-11T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:02:16.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have some weird dreams recently. Those dreams were similar. In the dream, I was pregnant and was congratulated by my friends. The background was a house, everything was bright in the dream. I was wearing white, I couldn't see my friends' face. I can only feel that they were happy for me, and I was happy in the dream. It seems a beautiful dream for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, my brother came to my house to pick up the slow-cooker. He told me that he and sister-in-law dreamt respectively that I was married with someone suddenly. I found it weird and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I wished that I can get married at age of 27 year old. I wrote down a list which I hope my future husband can match them. I have forgotten what I have actually wrote down in the list, and never update it again. A sister shared with us in a dinner, if we love the Lord, we should not worry about our marriage. She was told to write down the criteria of her future husband. Later, the Lord met all the criterias she has listed. She encouraged us to take Christ as the preeminent one and the Lord will take care all your needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Posted on 15 Nov 08)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6337992899003811742?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6337992899003811742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6337992899003811742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6337992899003811742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6337992899003811742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/11/weird-dreams.html' title='Weird Dreams'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8345056011414840106</id><published>2008-10-10T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:08:38.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep well last night. I think I need to avoid chatting before go to bed. It was a long week for me. There were a lot of issues and work to do. My company set a lot of rules to cut cost because of economy crisis. As a sales, I need to be more careful, especially it is related to money. It's getting very sensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt quite stressful sometime when dealing with difficult customers. Some customers are very pushy, they will email and call you several times to ask the same thing. I am an impatient person, I don't like to repeat my word more than 2 times. I will get irritated and annoyed if they keep putting pressure on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatience is one of my weaknesses. I try to be nice when talking on the phone. Everyone is doing his job, he just hope things can be done on time. Regard this matter, I learn a lot from my new colleague. She has a very good attitude when talking to her customers. I neglect the importance of making good relationship with customers. Most of the time, we are talking about work. To have deeper relationship with people, we need to know their private life too. Chat about what they are interested in, for example, food, children, weekend plans. Once you know them well, they will render their help and support you in the business. I think it is mutual relationship. Not only you need their help, they also need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to balance myself, not to get over-stressed by my job. I love to go to gymn after work or weekend to destress myself. When I am concentrated doing exercise, I forget about other things. All the worries and anxieties are gone. In order not to let my mind wander around, I start reading a book when I travel to work. It's another good way to get away from the worries. I am trouble-minded, whenever I am free, my mind start working, and most of the time, it produces negative thoughts. I want to be free from this, and not to be controlled by it, as it always makes me feel very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day ahead. I am going to plan my weekend. Maybe, I need some sleep later. Ciao~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8345056011414840106?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8345056011414840106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8345056011414840106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8345056011414840106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8345056011414840106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/balancing.html' title='Balancing'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-9110963487355279957</id><published>2008-10-02T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T02:38:34.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>无聊</title><content type='html'>感觉有点陌生，因为很久没有 blogging 了。可能也不知道要写什么吧。没有发生什么特别的事。Blogging 就好像写日记一样,我只有在无聊的时候或有特别的事发生才会动笔或动脑写日记. 今天动脑的原因是一位无聊. 其实,我在等下班呢. 今天比较闲空,因为中国放假一周,这周是他们的黄金周. 在电子这一行,中国扮演着重要的角色, 因为很多工厂都在中国. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了上下班,平常有空就去健身房,因为刚参加会员不久. 反正,闲着也是闲着, 不如去做运动,有益身体. 这下子,爸爸妈妈就不用担心了.他们就是希望我多做运动,身体才会健康.另外,也开始打壁球了, 停了一阵子因为没人陪我打. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前常约出去的朋友也较少有往来,不想提为什么. 我想她很满意现在的生活吧,我也提不起勇气去约她. 不是做了什么对不起她的事,就是感情淡了. 好像没有什么见面的理由. 有时候,友情就是这样的脆弱吧!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-9110963487355279957?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/9110963487355279957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=9110963487355279957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/9110963487355279957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/9110963487355279957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='无聊'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-78482546203647778</id><published>2008-08-30T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T06:38:24.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Had a Bad Day"- Daniel Powder</title><content type='html'>Just wanna to share a song, "Had a bad day" by Daniel Powder. What impressed me the most is the MV. Though the lyrics are pessimistic, the MV touched me. I like the scene in the train, the 2 main characters felt lonely when they saw other lovers cuddling in the train. Both of them were longing for love one. At the end, they were bond together by an advertisement. It was really romantic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ebcb5d06d382d1ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Debcb5d06d382d1ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73B6C5C2E6E8D8A0FF430D5C1F2B03EF0D7937A0.2A589CDA3F641BC05ACEAFE47ACF8D9D312C8428%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Debcb5d06d382d1ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE9CExxcKRDbbpcuRk3Z0uD6HiY4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Debcb5d06d382d1ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73B6C5C2E6E8D8A0FF430D5C1F2B03EF0D7937A0.2A589CDA3F641BC05ACEAFE47ACF8D9D312C8428%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Debcb5d06d382d1ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE9CExxcKRDbbpcuRk3Z0uD6HiY4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-78482546203647778?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ebcb5d06d382d1ed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/78482546203647778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=78482546203647778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/78482546203647778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/78482546203647778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/had-bad-day-daniel-powder.html' title='&quot;Had a Bad Day&quot;- Daniel Powder'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3532853854609669363</id><published>2008-08-12T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:55:47.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SKFP-e9J0kI/AAAAAAAAAMI/biR6uUNgW9g/s1600-h/09.08.08pm+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SKFP-e9J0kI/AAAAAAAAAMI/biR6uUNgW9g/s200/09.08.08pm+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233552176861270594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to go to Redang few years back but I didn't have the opportunity. Finally, our church had organised this trip. I heard Redang is beautiful, there are a lot of fishes and corals. Therefore, I grabbed this chance and go for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an unforgetable trip. I met friendly guide there, he brought me to see beautiful fish and coral while we were snorkeling. It was my first time to touch the "christmas trees". They are small coral, look like flower, they grow on the stone. When you touch them, they will close. They are colorful, there are red, gree, yellow and etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is very smooth, it is very comfortable to walk on the beach with bare feet. There were many people as this is the peak season. The weather was good apart from the first day we arrived as it was raining. The rest of the days were sunny and hot. I decided to have sun bathing this time, as I hope my skin can get golden tan like Jessica Alba. However, it just turned out dark. Sigh... Anyway, I enjoyed the sun bath, I laid on a beach chair and listened to the music. I didn't feel hot as it was windy. It was very relaxing. There were a lot of caucation there doing their sun tanning. Their skin color are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we played volley ball. I hardly played volley ball, I think this is my 2nd time playing volley in my life. I found it hard to control the direction of the ball. I hit very hard when I served the ball. My hand turn out to have a lot of bruises, especially my wrist. If I practice more, I think I can play better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing volley ball, we played a game called "Two sided snake". It is a game we played when we were kids. In this game, we have to run fast and be alert. It was hilarious, when one was chasing another. We fell, and our body, even someone's face was covered by sand. Unfortunately, I do not have the pictures with me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, we spent the day in the town in Pulau Terranganu. We were touring around, bought some local delicacies and ate durian. It was nice when many of us gathering together and ate durian. Next time, when you eat durian, remember to use the hardshell (backside) of durian to wash your hand. The smell will just gone, amazing! Also, use it to contain to water, guggle your mouth and drink the water, it helps to remove the bad smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a chance I will go back to Redang beach again. So far, it's the most beautiful beach I went to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3532853854609669363?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3532853854609669363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3532853854609669363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3532853854609669363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3532853854609669363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/redang-trip.html' title='Redang Trip'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SKFP-e9J0kI/AAAAAAAAAMI/biR6uUNgW9g/s72-c/09.08.08pm+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7192338748313697069</id><published>2008-08-05T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:56:52.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b85d74e7fe4bf72" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b85d74e7fe4bf72%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61390920456EA3C6D7C36B8F0E39C49C39EF6A69.1F69992FEDCA125F6EB99BD89ACA79DD7C3C3389%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b85d74e7fe4bf72%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-sMCH-HiwI8m4IQDehmofbkQ1JA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b85d74e7fe4bf72%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61390920456EA3C6D7C36B8F0E39C49C39EF6A69.1F69992FEDCA125F6EB99BD89ACA79DD7C3C3389%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b85d74e7fe4bf72%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-sMCH-HiwI8m4IQDehmofbkQ1JA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz is a talented singer. He is very natural and spontaneous on the stage. He brings us joy and happiness. I like his songs because they are so relaxing. There is magic in his song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls visit his homepage at http://www.jasonmraz.com/&lt;br /&gt;I believe he design the homepage himself. It was impressive and creative. He is addicted to ice cream. If I dress myself as an ice cream lady, will he be attracted by me? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is amazing guy! I love you, Jason Mraz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-7192338748313697069?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9b85d74e7fe4bf72&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7192338748313697069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7192338748313697069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7192338748313697069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7192338748313697069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/jason-mraz.html' title='Jason Mraz'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5294827475826828798</id><published>2008-08-05T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:35.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singfest Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SJgZ7eKLoFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HYmgZZLG-SA/s1600-h/DSC01759.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230959476689576018 style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SJgZ7eKLoFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HYmgZZLG-SA/s200/DSC01759.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SJgZvFHVVpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MvuZreXe-l8/s1600-h/DSC01741.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230959263808312978 style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SJgZvFHVVpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MvuZreXe-l8/s200/DSC01741.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking forward to Singfest concert since mid of July. Finally, I was able to be there and be one of the witness of this big concert. I heard there were 100,000 people in Fort Canning on Sunday. It was amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there around 1pm. This is my firt time to Fort Canning and first time attending a concert. We did not know we have to climb up the stairs. I think there are more than 100 steps. When we reached at the entrance, we saw a very long queeeeeeeeee. We couldn't see where was the end. People brought their food, drinks, like going to a picnic. I didn't prepare anything as I heard we are not allowed to bring our own food. Well, I told my friends that we just cut the quee. I am not going to go into the detail for this, as I am scared I will be scolded by those who have waited for few hours to get in to the gate. I am sorry!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got into the first gate around 2pm. We still have to proceed to another gate. All the crowd had to wait outside the gate. Imagine it was very hot, no shade, everyone was squeezing. People keep sweating, squeezing... But we had wonderful time even we were hot. We can't wait to see our favorite artist, Alicia Keys, Jason Mraz &amp;amp; One Republic. Finally, the gate was open at 3:30pm. Everyone was rushing and pushing. I was squeezed in to the gate like sardin. Then, everyone was rushing to the field to book a good place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky we found a place somewhere in the middle. It was real hot. The first 2 artists I am not familiar with. And the third one is One Republic. I like their show. It was good. There was 15-20 minutes break after every performance. It was really hard to move around as it was really crowded. Every footstep you step out you will probably step on others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 7pm, Jason Mraz on the stage. Woooooo.... Yeah......... A lot of people shouting and cheering. It was a great performance. I like the way how interact with the audience. He is such a humourous, hilarious and cute guy. It was awesome! Everyone was very high. I think the performance was too short. If I have a chance I should go for his individual concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 artists were PussyCat Dolls and Alicia Keys respectively. Everyone was waiting for these 2 big and famous artist. PussyCat Dolls are sexy and hot. Sadly, I don't really like them. Alicia Keys is one of my favourite singers, she is talented and attractive. It was a long wait. I was too exhausted. She turned out on 11pm, and the performance last for 1.5hrs. It was the longest among all the singers. The last song was "No One" from her latest album. It was great, audience were singing together. Great atmoshepre. Finally, the concert ended at 1am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring day for me. My body was sticky and smelly due to the sweat but I really enjoy the atmosphere, the crowd. Everyone was excited and high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6b6b619bec79ad5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6b6b619bec79ad5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E35ED22115D2578FA9D6147225E9C0997A071C0.384DF9F7FCB9C082B710B8C6ED3C03E220226DF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6b6b619bec79ad5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbPgoJKI3QFM6CnvD6yn-Nvjfpzg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6b6b619bec79ad5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E35ED22115D2578FA9D6147225E9C0997A071C0.384DF9F7FCB9C082B710B8C6ED3C03E220226DF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6b6b619bec79ad5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbPgoJKI3QFM6CnvD6yn-Nvjfpzg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this is the video clip I took while a girl was dancing on her dad's shoulder. It was very funny. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-5294827475826828798?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c6b6b619bec79ad5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5294827475826828798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=5294827475826828798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5294827475826828798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5294827475826828798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/singfest-concert.html' title='Singfest Concert'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SJgZ7eKLoFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HYmgZZLG-SA/s72-c/DSC01759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-1427315650440525126</id><published>2008-08-02T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:10:04.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>It was busy weekend for me. I went rock climbing on Friday. This is my first time trying rock climbing, and I thought it is not difficult. I have no idea how it works. My sis asked me to go when I wake up on Friday morning. I was a bit "blur", and I said ok, cos I want to try. Luckily, I invited Kevin to go with us, or else I think we would waste our time there. It was adventurous and very challenging. I think I will try again. I like the feeling when I went up to the top. I felt I achieve something.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was company team building in Sentosa. I am glad I joined cos it was a good work out. Although our team lose the game, I enjoyed the process. The weather was very hot and humid. Everyone seems enjoyed the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we took the mono-rail and alight at Vivo City. We were thinking of giving away our "One day pass". Those are free for us given by company. It costs $3 per ticket. When we approached to those people who were queeing to buy their tickets and told them we were giving away the ticket. At first, they felt "weird" and did not know if they want to take the tickets. I mentioned again, "we give away for free", and some people shaking their head, some people looked at us with "why you want to give away for free" expression. Finally, some people just took it and even want to pay us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to get thing for free. There is no free lunch in the world. People always think if I get the free thing I have to do something. When we give thing for free without any condition, people will start doubting and questioning. There is no more trust among people. They will think you want to take advantage from them. I also realize one thing, it's better not to ask someone for help if you are not close to them. Not everyone is helpful, some people may think you only look for them if you need help. I rather do it myself if I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-1427315650440525126?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1427315650440525126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=1427315650440525126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/1427315650440525126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/1427315650440525126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8197438165935229112</id><published>2008-07-21T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:36.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SISNfI7BFvI/AAAAAAAAALY/U1lfz8Chv6M/s1600-h/P.S+I+love+you+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SISNfI7BFvI/AAAAAAAAALY/U1lfz8Chv6M/s200/P.S+I+love+you+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225457033767098098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched this movie early this year on Valentine Day. I didn't have much feeling after watching the movie, as it is lower than my expectation. I thought it will be great if they have more scene about the couple, before the husband died. I was very touched when the husband, Gerrit, made a plan by sending letter to his wife, Holly, when he passed away. He knew his wife would have a hard time, and helped her to get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard many of my friends said it is a great movie and they like it a lot. My sister brought the DVD, so I just thought to watch it again. It gave me a lot of impact this time. I have very different feeling from the first time. It somehow related to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel different this time because I miss someone badly. Like the movie, the wife, Holly, lost her direction and did not know how to move on. Luckily, she had her family, friends and the letter from her husband to support her and help her get through the hardship. It took a year for her to find what she really wants and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can let him go and move on my life. I love this quote from a forward mail, "If you really love someone, let him free. If he doesn't come back, he is not yours. If he comes back, he is yours and love him forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8197438165935229112?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8197438165935229112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8197438165935229112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8197438165935229112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8197438165935229112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/07/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I love you'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SISNfI7BFvI/AAAAAAAAALY/U1lfz8Chv6M/s72-c/P.S+I+love+you+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6988002213518099447</id><published>2008-07-19T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T06:48:28.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>蒲公英的约定</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c676cf8d4de87e9a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc676cf8d4de87e9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E422818E060B88FD7C4522D9FEC13A83B0A5C63.201AB623FB78D0E1C567F0D2CDCB5EAA7D29D60B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc676cf8d4de87e9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL3V6Zo5tfDBuxBoOPJfmCGTofLU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc676cf8d4de87e9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E422818E060B88FD7C4522D9FEC13A83B0A5C63.201AB623FB78D0E1C567F0D2CDCB5EAA7D29D60B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc676cf8d4de87e9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL3V6Zo5tfDBuxBoOPJfmCGTofLU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the soundtracks in the movie "Secret" which directed by Jay Chow. Later he transformed this soundtrack to a song. Amazing, I just like the song. It is a song about memories and promises. It brings back a lot of memories while I am listening to this song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jay Chow's song, especially the love songs, full of feeling and it can relate to our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6988002213518099447?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c676cf8d4de87e9a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6988002213518099447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6988002213518099447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6988002213518099447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6988002213518099447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='蒲公英的约定'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-631016751219971383</id><published>2008-07-10T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:36.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling face</title><content type='html'>One day I was with my friend, and she showed me the baby picture in her mobile. She said it can help to destress by watching baby picture. I think it is really helpful tip for me. The picture put smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SHYW3l3DOYI/AAAAAAAAALA/CsiNf4tvm40/s1600-h/baby6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SHYW3l3DOYI/AAAAAAAAALA/CsiNf4tvm40/s200/baby6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221385962294294914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SHYWwSP76EI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Jo2wQ3AlpiQ/s1600-h/Acclaim_Images_comp_0017-0307-1906-4344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SHYWwSP76EI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Jo2wQ3AlpiQ/s200/Acclaim_Images_comp_0017-0307-1906-4344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221385836770879554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SHYWoAjNbqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_BlkdGnq27c/s1600-h/baby4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SHYWoAjNbqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_BlkdGnq27c/s200/baby4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221385694580928162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted on 19 July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-631016751219971383?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/631016751219971383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=631016751219971383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/631016751219971383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/631016751219971383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/07/smiling-face.html' title='Smiling face'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/SHYW3l3DOYI/AAAAAAAAALA/CsiNf4tvm40/s72-c/baby6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3303449073688660766</id><published>2008-07-01T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:29:35.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always be my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-278f841a38853869" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D278f841a38853869%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D811D1685E03BF39CDDABCFE22E5F94A1D32AB5A4.7C7B916C4C735B03ABA6A0A07688E9CC04AF5F59%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D278f841a38853869%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV2QnQDI9bjBPouvkj7J1SLbM_XU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D278f841a38853869%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386646%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D811D1685E03BF39CDDABCFE22E5F94A1D32AB5A4.7C7B916C4C735B03ABA6A0A07688E9CC04AF5F59%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D278f841a38853869%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV2QnQDI9bjBPouvkj7J1SLbM_XU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always be a part of me, I am part of you indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;You're always be my baby.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop myself to think about you.&lt;br /&gt;There is your shadow everywhere... &lt;br /&gt;In the train...in the movie theatre...in the house...&lt;br /&gt;There are so much memories here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who leaving always feel better than the one staying.&lt;br /&gt;The place remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;What you got is only the memories, and the memories fade off easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the best healer or men tend to forget things easily?&lt;br /&gt;Life still moving on, it won't stop just because someone is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your heart win, stretch forward to new direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to let you know that you will always be part of me. &lt;br /&gt;This song is dedicate to you. Good bye, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 July 3:29pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3303449073688660766?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=278f841a38853869&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3303449073688660766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3303449073688660766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3303449073688660766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3303449073688660766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/07/always-be-my-baby.html' title='Always be my baby'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-1982430237188191677</id><published>2008-06-23T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:11:18.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5021f3502497c2e0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5021f3502497c2e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386647%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2750EC25069086F1717370D7362691C5868268C9.6C72E8317EA5BFCD6C0DBD0E279F1A6DC973B6BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5021f3502497c2e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF1qqq2cIUdAtS-4oS1737up7iyo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5021f3502497c2e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386647%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2750EC25069086F1717370D7362691C5868268C9.6C72E8317EA5BFCD6C0DBD0E279F1A6DC973B6BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5021f3502497c2e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF1qqq2cIUdAtS-4oS1737up7iyo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am touched by this song very much. Maybe, this is what I really feel now.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, things has ended. This the way it has to be.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have to start my new life.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I know I need to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will become better. Life is short, let's cherish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-1982430237188191677?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5021f3502497c2e0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1982430237188191677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=1982430237188191677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/1982430237188191677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/1982430237188191677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7949007703610718709</id><published>2008-06-18T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:41:40.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>爱越深，伤越深</title><content type='html'>爱越深，伤越深。是因为付出太多吗？是因为对方无动于衷？还是自己一厢情愿？&lt;br /&gt;有一点感慨，爱情并不使自己所想得那么简单。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天在一个电视节目中有个心理测验，测验你的恋爱情结。这个测验只适合女生作答。&lt;br /&gt;题目是：你的男友作以下那些事情会让你很丢脸？&lt;br /&gt;A)朋友搭顺风车,会跟他要油钱&lt;br /&gt;B)在大卖场上，拼命的拿赠送品&lt;br /&gt;C)在宴席上，狂打包&lt;br /&gt;D)在商业中心，排队抢试吃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择 A 的人: 恋父/恋母情结&lt;br /&gt;你希望你的情人像爸爸或妈妈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择 B 的人:恋处女/男情结&lt;br /&gt;你有爱情洁癖, 你希望你的对象是处女/男&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择C 的人:恋童话情结&lt;br /&gt;你希望爱情像童话故事般浪漫. 可以和所爱的人在一起,过幸福快乐的日子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选择D 的人: 恋妇情结&lt;br /&gt;你很会埋怨, 像怨妇那样. 你希望另一半可以了解你.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的选择是C. 希望有完美的爱情,是不切实际的,与现实差很远. 我觉得这测验蛮准的. 当爱情与想象的有点出入就会觉得失望.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-7949007703610718709?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7949007703610718709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7949007703610718709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7949007703610718709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7949007703610718709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='爱越深，伤越深'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-568347759276114884</id><published>2008-06-18T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:17:47.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 June                               Rainy</title><content type='html'>Too many things in my mind. Firstly, need to plan for the trip to Koh Samui. We are leaving on Thursday evening, that's tomorrow. Time really flies. I have been looking forward for this trip. Beautiful scenery, nice beach, clear water, snorkeling, spa, massage.... Hope it will be relaxing trip for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also thinking what to bring. It's just a beach area, so I will just bring some T-shirts, shorts, sun proctected stuff (i.e. sun-block, sunglasses, hat). Should be easy, will pack the stuff tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... what else bothering me? Ah... he's leaving soon, maybe nextweek. I was shocked when he told me this morning. I have nothing to say but wish him good luck. I hope he is comfortable with the decision he made. "I wish you all the best."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-568347759276114884?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/568347759276114884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=568347759276114884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/568347759276114884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/568347759276114884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/18-june-rainy.html' title='18 June                               Rainy'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7000750751964985594</id><published>2008-06-08T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:59:21.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw me to you, Lord!</title><content type='html'>I like to be home alone sometime, especially I can write on my blog. I can't concentrate myself when there are someone around. Writing on blog while listening to the songs. It can be very enjoyable too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to Lord's table meeting at Admiralty district. It is a district blending. Brother also mentioned that it is for our practical need, as there are some working saints stay at this area, and it's convenient for us to meet together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true. We used to meet at Queenstown, which take me around 45 minutes to travel there. Sometimes, I felt lazy to go to meeting as it is too far for me. It will be a very "reasonable" excuse for me. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the meeting place is in Admiralty, I can't make any excuses not to go, unless I am not in town or sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely meeting as you can see different age group saints gather together. There are children, youth, young working saints, married couples and elder saints. It's like a family. It would be great to blend with different age groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long time I am in my own world, and not really open to the saints and to the Lord. It's never too late to turn to the Lord. Pray that the Lord will re-open my heart to the saints and to the Lord himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Draw me to you, Lord! I hate myself in this situation. The more you are in the world, the more empty you will be. I am so dry within. Lord, please help me. Open myself to you, Lord."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-7000750751964985594?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7000750751964985594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7000750751964985594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7000750751964985594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7000750751964985594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/draw-me-to-you-lord.html' title='Draw me to you, Lord!'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6992767413237529376</id><published>2008-06-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:15:29.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54d7f0fb74136505" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54d7f0fb74136505%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386647%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47A93BD3BC01EFC21C4A3FBFC92E61D81ED8EE4D.3AAD7C798281864D4066D32131302659D8685B3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54d7f0fb74136505%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoKtbYdj4JGDUYv1aBn4csdYdVcQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54d7f0fb74136505%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386647%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47A93BD3BC01EFC21C4A3FBFC92E61D81ED8EE4D.3AAD7C798281864D4066D32131302659D8685B3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54d7f0fb74136505%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoKtbYdj4JGDUYv1aBn4csdYdVcQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song from radio. I like the way Rihanna expressed the song. This song is dedicated for those who have broken hearted in their relationship. Be open and come out from the mess. Do not close yourself up. There's a lot beautiful things out there. Let it go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拿得起放得下是这首歌给我的感觉. 要潇洒的走出来,不要浪费时间.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6992767413237529376?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54d7f0fb74136505&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6992767413237529376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6992767413237529376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6992767413237529376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6992767413237529376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-bow.html' title='Take a Bow'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-221762382090409500</id><published>2008-06-06T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:14:57.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better in Time (2)</title><content type='html'>Everytime I listen "Better in Time" by Leona Lewis, I believe that all things will get better in time. It is all matter of time. We need a break to think over again. The situation is over but we are not released. We make things complicated cause we can't let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song very much, gonna ask my friend to download the song for me, so that I can listen to it every moment. Somehow, it motivates me to move on. Let go and be free... Things will get better... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am very emotional. Sometimes I think positively, sometimes I am down and think negatively. My thoughts are keep changing. I am affected by one little movement or words. It means everything to you when you care for that person. I try not think that much or don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more time to heal... to forget... to love again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-221762382090409500?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/221762382090409500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=221762382090409500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/221762382090409500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/221762382090409500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-in-time-2.html' title='Better in Time (2)'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-2464991557391219500</id><published>2008-05-28T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:04:44.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27a5719143450b15" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27a5719143450b15%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386647%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49E9D8EE524B2E29FEBA2896D85A1DAC833446C.761F948C13CBFFC9F86A7EBB42AF4177FCBA9901%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27a5719143450b15%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2v7f2YHwv4cFmNT-rjuGX3vlBnY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;It's been the longest winter without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't know where to turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;See somehow I can't forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Thought I heard a knock(Whose there, No one?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Thinking that (I deserve it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Now I have realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;That I really didn't knooOooOw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;If you didn't notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;You mean everything (quickly I'm learning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;To love again (all I know is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm be oooOook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's going to hurt when it heals too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yeaah (It'll All get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though I really love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna smile because I deserve tooOooh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(Verse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I could of turned on the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Without something that would remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Was it all that easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;To just put aside your feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;If I'm dreamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't want to let it (hurt my feelings)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that's the past (i believe it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know that, time will heal it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you didn't notice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well you mean everything&lt;/strong&gt; (quickly i'm learning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Oooh turn up again (All I know is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Oooh yeah(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Even though I really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm gonna smile because I deserve too oooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(Bridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Since there's no more you and me (No more you and me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;This time I let you go so I can be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;And Live my life how it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(No No No No No No)No matter how hard it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be fine without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I Will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals tooOooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Even though I really loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm gonna smile cos I deserve too yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too yeaaaah Ooooh oooooh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Even though I really loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Going to smile cos I deserve too Ooooooh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;(It'll all get better....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-2464991557391219500?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2464991557391219500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=2464991557391219500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2464991557391219500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/2464991557391219500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/05/better-in-time.html' title='Better In Time'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3581401774743404867</id><published>2008-05-27T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T02:14:57.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public transport</title><content type='html'>I always have some new topics in my mind, and thinking to share in my blog, but I found it hard to put into words, or I have forgotten what I want to share. Before I forget, I better note down what was in my mind this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I move to Woodlands this January, the travel hours is longer. It takes me 1.15 hours to travel from home to work (if everything goes smooth). I need to transfer 3 times. First, I have to take bus from my house to the nearest MRT station (Marsiling), then take train from Marsiling to Toa Payoh. Lastly, I need to take bus from Toa Payoh to my office. I feel stressful as I need to be at the bus stop at certain timing, because if I miss that timing I have to wait for another 10-15 minutes for the next bus. Not only that, it has to be no track fault or traffic jam, or else I will be really late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the journey from Marsiling to Toa Payoh takes half an hours, I always aim for seat when people alight at Woodlands. Poly students are my target, as most of them are heading to Republic Poly at Woodlands. If I can't get the seat at Woodlands, the chances to get the seat at other stops are very slim. More and more people get into the train and people only alight at Town area, so the train will be very packed. Hence, I am happy if I can get the seat when I am at Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was a mother with her daughter standing in front of me. The girl was quite active, she kept talking and didn't stand properly. There were no one offer their seats, maybe they are like me we have long journey to travel and not willing to squeeze with other passengers. I was hoping someone could offer the seat, so I wouldn't feel uneasy. After few station, there was someone alight,  and the girl sat down. She continue making noise. I think any kids at that age are active as they are curious about everything. I turned my music loud, so I couldn't hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I reached Toa Payoh, I have to rush to the bus interchange. There are always many passengers queeing for Bus No. 8. But it is easier to get seat than MRT. As it is peak hours, it always jam before reaching Mcpherson Road. Sometimes it is smoother, sometimes it is very jam, depend on your luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I am not staying in other cities, like Kuala Lumpur, Jakarta or Manila. The traffic there is even worse. You will stuck in the traffic jam for hours. So, don't think we are pitiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3581401774743404867?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3581401774743404867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3581401774743404867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3581401774743404867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3581401774743404867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/05/public-transport.html' title='Public transport'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3904206068325026404</id><published>2008-05-05T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:22:53.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday,Sunday &amp; Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lazy Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 10am in the morning. My sis cooked breakfast (roti plata with hotdog) for me. It tastes really good. After having breakfast, start watching TV. Nothing nice. My sis keep changing the channel. I was surfing net. Searching new songs in Youtube. I found the lyrics, and sang together. I sang over and over again until I am familiar with the songs.&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Serenade- Fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Maria Carie- Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis- Bleeding Love&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys- No one&lt;br /&gt;Plain White T's- Hi There Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After singing, I watched Heroes which downloaded in my harddisk. I am still on Season 1. I didn't really chase after it. I watched it when I am bored. It is quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening time, we went to Dian Xiao Er for dinner. We ordered set menu which consists of Herbal Roasted Duck, Vege, Fish and Toufu (Beancurd). The "Xiao Er" Toufu is my favorite. It is cryspy outside, and tender inside. That's my Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday- Singapore Zoo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, I met my friend and his mum at Singapore Zoo. Although it's not my favourite place, I can gain some knowledge about wild animals. Some animals are adorable, like the otter, monkey, polar bear. I don't know if they are pity or fornunate to be in zoo. On the one hand, they are fortunate bcos they do not need to search the food by themselves. They have zoo keeper to feed them food, to wash their body and clean their "home". On the other hand, they are pity in terms of they do not experience the wilderness, the nature place they suppose to be. There are pros and cons for either place. I think those animals are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday- Server down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the first day of the week. The server is not "obedient" again. It was not stable throughout the whole day. We couldn't work efficiently. The system was kicked out, and need to sign in and out again. It made Monday even "Bluer". I was waiting for the time pass, keep looking at the time. Tell you what, our computer time is set 5 minutes behind the actual time. It is somehow linked to the server, and is not able to change it. That's why sometime, we are 5 minutes late for the lunch, and stay late after knocked off time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bed time now. I need to sleep and wake up early... Sigh.. another day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3904206068325026404?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3904206068325026404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3904206068325026404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3904206068325026404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3904206068325026404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturdaysunday-monday.html' title='Saturday,Sunday &amp; Monday'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5504429962257272922</id><published>2008-04-26T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:20:00.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>People get lost down the road. Some people able to find their way out, and some people just stuck where they are. We need map or people's help to get out so that we can reach our destination. I think that's the key, when you get lost you need help. Cause, a lot of time we might not admit or sure that we get lost, but the people around us see clearly where the problem is. It is up to you if you are willing to seek help or just remain in the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want to be happy, less trouble. Sometimes, thing just happen. Do we really have a choice? I think there is, it's depend on how we want things to be. It may be painful or heartache when we make certain decision, but it is for our own good. The reason why we can't make the right choice, cause we are distracted by the temptation and emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not easy. Hope we can find the right direction, right track to reach the destination. Most importantly, we are willing to seek help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-5504429962257272922?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5504429962257272922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=5504429962257272922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5504429962257272922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5504429962257272922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6328493195835009243</id><published>2008-04-25T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:31:46.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All things come to an end</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, I have this words flashed on my mind "all things come to an end". What kind of ending do you want it to be? Good or bad; happy or sad; smooth or complicated. It seems we have the choice to choose what ending we want. It takes courage and time to make thing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems complicated, many things are out of our control, out of our expectation. It becomes a mess, and you are out of track. You don't know what is right and what is wrong. You wish you can just leave it and don't care. How are you going to mend the thing which has already broken? Eventhough, you try to mend the pieces, it won't become what it was anymore. Why are you still trying? Is it the time for you stop it and get your newe life started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much thinking, too much struggling. Yes, it takes time and courage to end it. The time will come. You are the director of your life, you can choose the ending. What kind of story do you want it to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6328493195835009243?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6328493195835009243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6328493195835009243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6328493195835009243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6328493195835009243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-things-come-to-end.html' title='All things come to an end'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7287784801148638162</id><published>2008-04-07T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:36.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>解脱 Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R_sd8X07GZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BUSzdAFk14I/s1600-h/young+lover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186772318872607122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R_sd8X07GZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BUSzdAFk14I/s200/young+lover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;原来与你爱的人分开也是一种解脱. 开始的时候也许很难受,可是渐渐的就会觉得自由. 如果只能留住对方的身体, 却留不住对方的心是没有意思的. 最好的方法就是放手, 对他好也对自己好. 在一起最重要是要开心,如果整天烦这个,担心那个, 没有一天是开心的,倒不如分手. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;原来只要打开胸怀, 大家还是可以做朋友. 做朋友反而更好. 不需要因为他没有打电话和你报告整天的行程或没有关心你而不开心. 对他不再有要求, 他做什么都好, 你也不会过分担心. 这种感觉就叫解脱, 轻松和自由.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once my friend told me that all things happen for reason. I belive in this quote. Either good things or bad things, they all happen for reason. I should learn how to accept the fact and confront it. It might be harsh or painful, but we learn lesson from every experience. Sometimes, thing doesn't turn out as bad as we have expected. We might over-estimate it. My heart was once broken but now it has recovered. It was not that bad as what I expected. Thanks for everything, at least I am growing through every experience. I feel much more release and happy now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;(By the way, for those who don't understand Chinese, there are different meaning from the Chinese &amp;amp; English. It's tedious to translate. Haha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-7287784801148638162?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7287784801148638162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7287784801148638162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7287784801148638162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7287784801148638162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/04/release.html' title='解脱 Release'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R_sd8X07GZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BUSzdAFk14I/s72-c/young+lover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8483250734983141182</id><published>2008-03-31T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T02:42:01.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's my God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That's the song comfort me when I am in trial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Even you have done things wrong, you break God's heart, but He is faithful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He is there for you from morning to the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No one on earth can compare to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I know, now I know......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;From the morning to the evening, His faithfulness I see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;His mercy reaching sinners, reaching even me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I know, now I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Brighter than the brightest sunlight, all doubts and fears must cease;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sweeter than the sweetest delight, His living Word in me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I know, now I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That God is there for me tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As He is for me today;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That He'll take my cares and sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And He'll wipe them all away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There's no crisis that He can't bear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There's no storm He can't abate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He's my God, He's my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Day by day His grace grows dearer; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;His love has conquered me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Never leaving, never ceasing, His Spirit constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Flooding me, rich and free;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Higher than the highest heaven, He lifts me up to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;New Jerusalem descending, His Bride, His love to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Eternally, it shall be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8483250734983141182?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8483250734983141182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8483250734983141182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8483250734983141182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8483250734983141182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/hes-my-god.html' title='He&apos;s my God'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6429684675723200388</id><published>2008-03-30T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T07:15:27.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was in the train, as usual I was listening to FM98.7. It was playing this song, "I will survive" by Cake. I listened carefully of its lyrics, it seems like this song is written for me and it is right time for me to hear this song. I learned to be strong, I will get along well. Life is still moving on, and it's time to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At first I was afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was petrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I kept thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I could never live without you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But then I spent so many nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just thinking how you'd done me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I grew strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I learned how to get along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So now you're back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;From outer space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just walked in to find you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Without the look upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I should have changed my f-ing lock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I would have made you leave your key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I'd have known for just one second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You'd be back to bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh now go,Walk out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just turn around now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You're not welcome anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Did you think I'd crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;id you think I'd lay down and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh no, not I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I will survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As long as I know how to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know I'll be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've got all my life to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've got all my love to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I will survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I will survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It took all the strength I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just not to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm trying hard to mend the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I spent oh so many nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just feeling sorry for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I used to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But now I hold my head up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And you see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;With somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm not that stupid little person still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And so you thought you'd just drop by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And you expect me to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But now I'm saving all my loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For someone who's loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh now go,Walk out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just turn around now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You're not welcome anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Did you think I'd crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh no, not I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I will survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've got all my live to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've got all my love to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I will surviveI will survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yeah, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6429684675723200388?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6429684675723200388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6429684675723200388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6429684675723200388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6429684675723200388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-survive.html' title='I will survive'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-1635969715047339520</id><published>2008-03-28T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T02:42:41.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Mart</title><content type='html'>A store that sells husbands has just opened in Ottawa where a woman may go to choose a husband from among many men. The store is comprised of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as the shopper ascends the flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go back down except to exit the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman reads the sign and says to herself, "Well, that's better than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what's further up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman remarks to herself, "That's great, but I wonder what's further up?" And up she goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm, better" she says. "But I wonder what's upstairs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking and help with the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!" exclaims the woman, "very tempting. BUT, there must be more further up!" And again she heads up another flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak. "Oh, mercy me! But just think. What must be awaiting me further on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up to the sixth floor she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping Husband Mart and have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-1635969715047339520?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1635969715047339520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=1635969715047339520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/1635969715047339520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/1635969715047339520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/husband-mart.html' title='Husband Mart'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-4408319438941910994</id><published>2008-03-28T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T02:14:43.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Phone Call</title><content type='html'>A girl quickly punches a number into her phone and waits until she hears the other line pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Becky, I don’t know what to do, I really don’t. I love him so much and I don’t think he thinks of me that way. I mean, whenever I see him or think of him, I can’t help it, this smile comes across my face. Sometimes he sees me smiling and smiles back. That’s when my knees turn to jello and I get butterflies in my stomach. I know you think that he’s is so totally adorable and cute, but if you look past that and actually listen to what he has to say, you find a totally different person. He’s so caring and considerate and he makes me feel like I don’t deserve him. Well, actually, I don’t deserve him. He’s too perfect, I mean, look at all the girls that fall over for him. I could never be one of those. Their all so pretty and bubbly and….. not me. I couldn’t even start to compare myself to them. But whenever I think of him or see him, I can’t help it, I smile. Now I didn’t tell you this but he called me the other day about homework. I tell you now, I made a complete fool of myself. I’m so embarrassed. I stuttered the whole time, but he was so sweet and just kept talking and making me feel better. He’s so perfect Becky, I don’t deserve him, so why do I keep wishing and praying that he will notice me, why?............Becky? Becky are you there?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This isn’t Becky.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrified the girl asks, “Then who is this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This is the guy who’s smile turns your knees to jello and I just wanted to say one thing. Everything you just said now, I’ve been wanting to say since the day I met you.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-4408319438941910994?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4408319438941910994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=4408319438941910994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4408319438941910994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4408319438941910994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/phone-call.html' title='A Phone Call'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6524221898112778672</id><published>2008-03-27T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:23:24.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift of love</title><content type='html'>The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a year since Susan, 34, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. And all she had to cling to was her husband, Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan, and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, however, Mark realized the arrangement wasn't working. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still so fragile, so angry - how would she react? Just as he predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm blind!", she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you're abandoning me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus-riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, And his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure do envy you." Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver responded, "It must feel good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine-looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building.&lt;br /&gt;Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady." Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there is darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6524221898112778672?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6524221898112778672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6524221898112778672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6524221898112778672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6524221898112778672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/gift-of-love.html' title='A Gift of love'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5679214584069224520</id><published>2008-03-26T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:37.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro's wedding</title><content type='html'>I am happy for my brother, he finally get married. hehe.. I think mum and dad has waited this for long. Hopefully they can upgrade to grandpa &amp;amp; grandma next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recalled what's the pastor said " those who arranged &amp;amp; blessed by God will not be separated". I was striked when I heard this. Isn't it true? If the person which is not arranged by God, he will leave you one day. Human love is conditional and limited. God's love is unconditional and unlimited. If we love God, we will love others by God's love. It is not the feeling out from ourselves, but from God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can fall for someone very much, do whatever things for him, but you dare not to say you love him uncontionally. Human love is conditional and breakable, we expected to receive when we give. Love God, and you will know how to love man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pPOH07GTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_mLsRIoXOBc/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182041425280964914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pPOH07GTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_mLsRIoXOBc/s200/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pQJX07GUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c2G8XnLJbJk/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182042443188214082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pQJX07GUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c2G8XnLJbJk/s200/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pTL307GWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DwD98HbtUf8/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182045784672770402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pTL307GWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DwD98HbtUf8/s200/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pQnX07GVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TvOZpV6m6t8/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182042958584289618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pQnX07GVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TvOZpV6m6t8/s200/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pUUH07GXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/T8bCtqAClS4/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182047025918318962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pUUH07GXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/T8bCtqAClS4/s200/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pUtH07GYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NNWHutD3OJk/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182047455415048578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pUtH07GYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NNWHutD3OJk/s200/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-5679214584069224520?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5679214584069224520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=5679214584069224520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5679214584069224520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5679214584069224520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/bros-wedding.html' title='Bro&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R-pPOH07GTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_mLsRIoXOBc/s72-c/DSC01434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-4475599852444740680</id><published>2008-03-14T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:02:28.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>爱我的人和我爱的人</title><content type='html'>在感情世界里, 往往会遇到你爱的人和爱你的人。 当两者同时出现时，会令人陷入迷糊与矛盾的状态。因为不知道如何选择。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果选择与你爱的人在一起，你会爱的很辛苦。凡事为他着想，为他做许多事，他却不闻不问，一副若无其事的样子。可是自己却甘心乐意的付出，也不只是为了什么。爱情有时候是执著的，明知道没有结果，却不顾一切的去爱，爱到你死我活。很难解释为什么，因为无法解释。当你真正爱一个人的时候，是没有原因的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果选择与爱你的人在一起，却过不了良心那一关，觉得对不起他。同样他也是为你付出却不要求回报。当你爱的人理你的时候，你就会想起他，因为你知道只要一通电话他就会出来见你。当你见到他是想抱他却抱不了。虽然知道自己爱的人不是他，却不可以失去他。这是自私的做法，却无法避免。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是夹在这复杂的感情世界里，人们才会有千万种的情绪，爱与恨互相交替。爱是有期限的，恨却是无限期的。就因为复杂的情绪，人们才会想不开，做傻事。说为某某人牺牲自己的生命，好像很伟大，我说是太傻了。可是，当人们无法以理性来处理事情时，旁人是无法阻止的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情其实是美好的，却因为人有恨，有妒嫉，将它复杂化。也许，我们应该放开胸怀，珍惜身边所有的，知足常乐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-4475599852444740680?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4475599852444740680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=4475599852444740680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4475599852444740680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4475599852444740680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='爱我的人和我爱的人'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7192755460398146736</id><published>2008-03-12T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:11:43.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Night</title><content type='html'>The rain started pouring from Monday until today, and it is still raining outside, drizzling... I feel gloomy when it is raining, especially at night. I feel I am more emotional and the mind is active. That's explain how I get the inspiration of writing something on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I like raining day. Maybe it was affected by my ex-bf, as he likes raining. Until now, I realize that I actually don't like raining day, and to some extent I hate it. Of course, I like it when I am at home, lying on the bed, reading a book or surfing net with the a cup of hot tea or chocolate. That will be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will raining day remind you of a person, a thing, an incident? Is it sad or happy? I don't know, I think I have mixture feeling. Hopefully, we can think of happy things when it is rainy day, so that it won't make our day gloomy. Keep happy things in your memory and dump all the unhappy things away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-7192755460398146736?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7192755460398146736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7192755460398146736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7192755460398146736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7192755460398146736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/rainy-night.html' title='Rainy Night'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5131702728368199788</id><published>2008-03-12T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:54:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is....confusing? tempting? addicting? fascinating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was reading my friend's blog, about the crazy thing you do for your love ones. I echo with what she said. Somehow, it's quite related to me.  We do stupid things when we are crazy of that person, eventhough you know there is no return or hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think there is no right or wrong in love. You can't really stop someone for loving you as they have the right to do so. Because of love, we care for someone, we hope we can do everything for them and please them. Eventhough it might be something stupid or crazy, we don't really care. That is the moment you do something you think it is worth it and you want to be in that way. It may seems crazy in people's eyes, but only you know that it is the happiest and sweetest things in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What love really is? There is no definite answer. Everyone has their own definition. I think what really important is your intention. If your intention is wrong, you are not in love with the person, rather you are using them. It is the worst thing that ever happen when you realize people treat you good because they want to use you. It can be sex, money, pride, ego...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, love can drive one crazy. Sometimes, we did something which we know there is consequences, but we're willing to take the risk because we love the person. Is the love blind? Sometimes it is, when we don't use our mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-5131702728368199788?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5131702728368199788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=5131702728368199788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5131702728368199788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5131702728368199788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-isconfusing-tempting-addicting.html' title='Love is....confusing? tempting? addicting? fascinating?'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6437701878729665014</id><published>2008-02-25T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:11:32.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>如梦初醒</title><content type='html'>一切都发生太快了， 还来不及去吸收，它已经结束了。好像做了一场梦一样，一场让人不知所错的梦。里面参杂了快乐，幸福，伤心，失望。但一切结束时，心跌入了谷底，怎么也爬不上来。要怎么去填补心里的那个缺口呢？相信时间是最佳的疗伤者。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愚蠢的往一条没有出口的路走， 不断的钻牛角尖。明知道没有结果却一头钻进去。还好来得及返回，不至于伤痕累累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前面还有很多条路可以选择，相信可以找到真正的出口。试着看开点，坚强些。不需刻意去忘记， 越想忘记，越无法忘记。顺其自然吧！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6437701878729665014?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6437701878729665014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6437701878729665014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6437701878729665014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6437701878729665014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_25.html' title='如梦初醒'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6253810542636603023</id><published>2008-02-20T01:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:38.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7vzBrDA2oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0P6poT1ZrTo/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168992207398558338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7vzBrDA2oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0P6poT1ZrTo/s200/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7vyubDA2nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QkmmeTEehto/s1600-h/DSC01381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168991876686076530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7vyubDA2nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QkmmeTEehto/s200/DSC01381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen                              Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7vyMbDA2lI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IVKs1SIrAcg/s1600-h/DSC01372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168991292570524242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7vyMbDA2lI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IVKs1SIrAcg/s200/DSC01372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7vtyLDA2kI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PmJmxWbQMuo/s1600-h/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168986443552447042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7vtyLDA2kI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PmJmxWbQMuo/s200/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6253810542636603023?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6253810542636603023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6253810542636603023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6253810542636603023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6253810542636603023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-house.html' title='My House'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7vzBrDA2oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0P6poT1ZrTo/s72-c/DSC01378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8735335634798533598</id><published>2008-02-17T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:40.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling at East Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hXQ7DA2iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3_6490xWKmE/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167976520647498274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hXQ7DA2iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3_6490xWKmE/s200/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hXlrDA2jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qwz4VgrLk7I/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167976877129783858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hXlrDA2jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qwz4VgrLk7I/s200/DSC01273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hTlLDA2fI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7B1UQjDxXjA/s1600-h/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167972470493338098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hTlLDA2fI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7B1UQjDxXjA/s200/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hT0bDA2gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4wNBls_dvAg/s1600-h/DSC01339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167972732486343170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hT0bDA2gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4wNBls_dvAg/s200/DSC01339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hS8bDA2eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XruMEAlXie8/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167971770413668834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hS8bDA2eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XruMEAlXie8/s200/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hStrDA2dI/AAAAAAAAAHs/b1mf62jXZ2c/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167971517010598354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hStrDA2dI/AAAAAAAAAHs/b1mf62jXZ2c/s200/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hOtrDA2cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KkodedfewHE/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167967118964087234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hOtrDA2cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KkodedfewHE/s200/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hOP7DA2bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YQR9rBRUx1k/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167966607862978994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hOP7DA2bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YQR9rBRUx1k/s200/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hNqbDA2aI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nkX6TuU8Zus/s1600-h/DSC01264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167965963617884578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hNqbDA2aI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nkX6TuU8Zus/s200/DSC01264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hWALDA2hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OPwKjnXGDGg/s1600-h/DSC01271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167975133373061650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hWALDA2hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OPwKjnXGDGg/s200/DSC01271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8735335634798533598?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8735335634798533598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8735335634798533598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8735335634798533598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8735335634798533598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/cycling-at-east-coast.html' title='Cycling at East Coast'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7hXQ7DA2iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3_6490xWKmE/s72-c/DSC01278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5211869239905520528</id><published>2008-02-16T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:46:45.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱情是不能勉强的</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;爱情是不能勉强的， 是你的就是你的，不是你的就不是你的。如果只是其中一方对另一方有好感是不够的。理想的爱情应该是双方面的。很遗憾的是很多时候，你爱的那个人却不爱你。最近看一本亦舒的小说，里面写着“如果不能与你爱的人在一起，就珍惜与你在一起的人。” 我觉得这句话很有意思。有时候你不能选择你最所想要的东西，就只能选择其次。你说这是无奈还是别无选择？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你没有办法随心所欲，想要就要。大家都是成人，要为自己所选择的负责任。虽然有人会告诉你 “跟着你的心走吧”，“去争取你想要的东西”，“如果没有尝试的话又怎么知道呢？” 这些都是鼓励的话，可是我们都害怕失败。&lt;/p&gt;有时候觉得爱情是矛盾的，想爱又不能爱。觉得无奈，心痛，可是却没有办法不接受。也许，这就叫成长的过程吧！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-5211869239905520528?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5211869239905520528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=5211869239905520528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5211869239905520528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5211869239905520528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='爱情是不能勉强的'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3881197381698570355</id><published>2008-02-16T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:41.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is it suppose to be romantic on Valentine Day? Is it sad to be alone that night? It is quite sad and lonely especially to those who are still single. People will tease you "Oh, you are still single this year!", "Haven't you had a boy friend?" baba bra...... It is not pleasant to the ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;However, I have a different Valentine Day this year, though I don't have a boy friend yet. I think Valentine is not meant to be for lovers, it is also a day to express love to your friends and families. I am quite glad that I could spend this special day with someone, although we are just friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Ma na so panga sip mi da!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It seems like everything we did are for lovers, we had dinner together and watched a romantic love movie. It was a great time, and I appreaciate the company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Gon ma wal yo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7b63LDA2WI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YmqEvAQG9HY/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167593448219400546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7b63LDA2WI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YmqEvAQG9HY/s200/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7b9GrDA2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qxttN5DdGKE/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167595913530628498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7b9GrDA2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qxttN5DdGKE/s200/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7b7FrDA2XI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yDfFbNSMfuY/s1600-h/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167593697327503730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7b7FrDA2XI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yDfFbNSMfuY/s200/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7b7UrDA2YI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bj-xk7m_798/s1600-h/DSC01246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167593955025541506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7b7UrDA2YI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bj-xk7m_798/s200/DSC01246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3881197381698570355?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3881197381698570355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3881197381698570355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3881197381698570355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3881197381698570355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-day.html' title='Valentine Day'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R7b63LDA2WI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YmqEvAQG9HY/s72-c/DSC01237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3651695122282832951</id><published>2008-01-28T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:00:00.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling...Donut...Movie...Ice Chocolate with Gelato</title><content type='html'>I have a wonderful time since Thursday till Sunday. On Thursday evening, my sister, Mimi and I went to East coast for cycling. Mimi was keen for cycling as she just learned how to cycle. I think she did quite well for a beginner. But I think she was a bit tense. I quite enjoyed it as there were less people and the weather was great. A friend of Mimi joined us after we have cycling for 20 minutes. He was doing roller blading, he was really fast. Night fall, and we went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening, we had nasi lemak at Tanjong Katong road. It always crowded, a lot of people queeing for the food. It was my first time trying nasi lemak there. I think the taste is good, but the portion is too little and pricy. After dinner, we went to a fish shop, but they only sell sea water fish. We crossed the road and went to Munchy Donut shop. I bought my favorite Oreo Donut. I felt satisfied after eating it. Eating... Chatting... Walking home... What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, I went back home from Mimi's place. Doing some housework, and read novel in the room. A cousin visit us in the evening, and went out for dinner with sister's friends. I felt great as I have a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I went to the church conference. In the middle of the conference, I felt hungry. Having my brunch at Taka with Randall. It was a great meal, the sausage was tasty, the potato prata was nice, the mash potato was delicious. Everything was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I met my sis &amp;amp; flatmate at Ang Mo Kio to catch the Korean movie. The movie is touching and good meaning. After that, we went to Dome at Bishan. I ordered my favourite Ice Chocolate with Gelato. We enjoyed the food there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend. I hope everyday is like this... Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3651695122282832951?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3651695122282832951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3651695122282832951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3651695122282832951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3651695122282832951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/01/cyclingdonutmovieice-chocolate-with.html' title='Cycling...Donut...Movie...Ice Chocolate with Gelato'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7194027587797729602</id><published>2008-01-28T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:20:46.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blog</title><content type='html'>It's time to update my blog. I have stopped for a while as there is no internet access at home. Finally, we have moved in to our new house. It was tiring and exhausting, but I feel worth it when we finally settle down. All the complaints, tiredness, quarrels, unhappiness occured during moving house, selecting furniture and waiting furniture to move in, are faded as the time flies. Eventhough it is far away from city and it's time consuming for travelling, I feel secured and contented to live here as it is my own house. Sooner or Later, I will get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always good thing and bad thing happen in our life. We can't always hope for good things to happen to us, as we only grow smarter when there is bad thing happen. My mobile phone has been stolen in Bugis Toshop last Tuesday (22 Jan). As CNY is around the corner, it is quite crowded in shopping mall. While I was shopping, a old lady bumped into me, I didn't really care, as I thought she didn't do it purposely cos there were crowded. When I went out from the shop, and looking for my mobile, and just realized the phone was missing. I was with a friend, she has tried to call my phone, but it has been switched off. I didn't know what to react, I was not so sad at that time. I thought there was hope. We went back to the shop, and those old lady were not there. Of course, they have left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the nearby Singtel shop to report lost for my phone. All the data in my phone was not able to retrieve or recover. I felt insecured and lost cos I am too dependent on my phone. I didn't even remember the phone no. of my siblings or close friends. It's really not about the money, it's about the data inside. I don't mind paying $100 to get a new phone. What I upset about was those contacts, picture, sms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I looked back, I don't really blame the person who stole my phone. In the first place, I didn't put it in a secure place. It is useless to blame anyone or being upset or annoyed. What the most important thing is you learn something from the incident and don't let it happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-7194027587797729602?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7194027587797729602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7194027587797729602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7194027587797729602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7194027587797729602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-blog.html' title='Back to Blog'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-4925918241060328420</id><published>2007-12-28T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:42.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D&amp;D (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More picture of the night. Time flies, happy time passed, only the memory left. People come and leave, today they are here, tommorrow they are somewhere else. Hope we can treasure every minute we have. Cheer up, friends! Let's look forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SuBOFYCSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1jsA5gmHy_Y/s1600-h/CIMG0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148931609975064866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SuBOFYCSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1jsA5gmHy_Y/s200/CIMG0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SuUuFYCTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HihHPVXYruA/s1600-h/CIMG0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148931944982513970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SuUuFYCTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HihHPVXYruA/s200/CIMG0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SusOFYCUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t7tiqKIpO3Q/s1600-h/CIMG0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148932348709439810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SusOFYCUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t7tiqKIpO3Q/s200/CIMG0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SvJuFYCVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lTKM9oLjRtk/s1600-h/CIMG0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148932855515580754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SvJuFYCVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lTKM9oLjRtk/s200/CIMG0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SvyOFYCWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kpmzsio_REU/s1600-h/CIMG0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148933551300282722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SvyOFYCWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kpmzsio_REU/s200/CIMG0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SwouFYCXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QpUvfoIOLYI/s1600-h/CIMG0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148934487603153266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SwouFYCXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QpUvfoIOLYI/s200/CIMG0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-4925918241060328420?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4925918241060328420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=4925918241060328420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4925918241060328420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4925918241060328420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/d-part-2.html' title='D&amp;D (Part 2)'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R3SuBOFYCSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1jsA5gmHy_Y/s72-c/CIMG0681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3802062167485530614</id><published>2007-12-26T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:00:10.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It's a tiring week for me. It's a very different Christmas this year. My schedule was very packed. We have to clean the house first day. I had spent 2 hours to clean the shower room and toilet. The next day, I have backache. Maybe, I am getting old or I am lack of exercise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;On the second day, we were busy choosing and buying furniture and electronics appliances. I have bought a bed frame with the pulled out, side table, wardrobe, dresser cabinet and mattress. It's quite exciting, when I start visualizing how my room will look like after putting all the furniture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Although it is a tiring job, I was enjoying the process and feel satisfied after settling all the things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3802062167485530614?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3802062167485530614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3802062167485530614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3802062167485530614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3802062167485530614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/different-christmas.html' title='Different Christmas'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-277878387101266675</id><published>2007-12-21T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:43.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new room- Purple dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my new room, painted in light purple. It makes the room looks brighter and spacious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know how did it look like before. It was blue, it looked awful. The job is not done yet, I still need to buy furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vaV-FYCQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2KlCQ93QPww/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146447070178576642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vaV-FYCQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2KlCQ93QPww/s200/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2valOFYCRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sK2eQDSuhbM/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146447332171581714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2valOFYCRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sK2eQDSuhbM/s200/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-277878387101266675?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/277878387101266675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=277878387101266675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/277878387101266675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/277878387101266675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-room-purple-dream.html' title='My new room- Purple dream'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vaV-FYCQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2KlCQ93QPww/s72-c/DSC01164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7737947865158113895</id><published>2007-12-21T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:44.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Company Dinner &amp; Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;We have our company dinner &amp;amp; dance at Pan Pacific Hotel this year. It is a nice place and the food is nice also. Here are some pictures of that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vV7uFYCJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w_3IyCep0-A/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vWweFYCMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oiajt6-2B-k/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146443127398598850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vWweFYCMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oiajt6-2B-k/s200/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vZI-FYCPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VtTo_PD5yy4/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146445747328649458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vZI-FYCPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VtTo_PD5yy4/s200/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vWeeFYCLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_aA_byuhxlo/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146442818160953522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vWeeFYCLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_aA_byuhxlo/s200/DSC01122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vWNeFYCKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2-1qzCtJq-Q/s1600-h/DSC01143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146442526103177378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vWNeFYCKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2-1qzCtJq-Q/s200/DSC01143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vXieFYCNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OUYJDJxPSa0/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146443986392058066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vXieFYCNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OUYJDJxPSa0/s200/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vX2eFYCOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xp2CMbQpr-0/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146444329989441762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vX2eFYCOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xp2CMbQpr-0/s200/DSC01161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-7737947865158113895?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7737947865158113895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7737947865158113895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7737947865158113895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7737947865158113895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/company-dinner-dance.html' title='Company Dinner &amp; Dance'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vWweFYCMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oiajt6-2B-k/s72-c/DSC01159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8081787828542203852</id><published>2007-12-21T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:45.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Dessert again. Pastries is one of my favourite, I like to try different pastries, i.e, cakes, cookies, bun, bread...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Let me recommend the almond pastries. I bought it from Tao Payoh central. I can smell the frangrance outside the store. It attracts me to go in and buy a few piece. It really worth the price, around $1.80 each. It really taste good, especially the blueberry one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Next is the chewy junior. The appearance look like donut but it is chewy. There is chocolate cream in the puff. But I think I like donut better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Last but not least, I went to a Chinese restaurant at Tanjong Pagar with my sis. We have ordered red bean cake and glutinous rice dumpling for dessert. We usually have the red bean cake for dessert in chinese wedding. This is also one of my favourite. I think this is the best red bean cake I have ever tried. The skin is crispy, and the red bean is very rich. The glutinous rice dumpling is equally good. But one thing we have to quee for the meal. The choices of the food is not many but tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vDS-FYCGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1FRErlhi_KQ/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146421729871530082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vDS-FYCGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1FRErlhi_KQ/s200/DSC01073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146422460015970418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vD9eFYCHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UkfedcKsEm0/s200/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Almond pastries- Blueberry &amp;amp; Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vCveFYCEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EKNAssd7fGY/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146421119986174018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vCveFYCEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EKNAssd7fGY/s200/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vDDuFYCFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QI1LJdp6soc/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146421467878525010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vDDuFYCFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QI1LJdp6soc/s200/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chewy Junior- Blueberry &amp;amp; Double Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vKwuFYCII/AAAAAAAAAE0/GFaxfyNJyyU/s1600-h/DSC01082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146429937554032770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vKwuFYCII/AAAAAAAAAE0/GFaxfyNJyyU/s200/DSC01082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Chinese Red bean cake&lt;/span&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/4174612807227600091-8081787828542203852?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8081787828542203852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8081787828542203852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8081787828542203852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8081787828542203852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/dessert-time.html' title='Dessert Time'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2vDS-FYCGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1FRErlhi_KQ/s72-c/DSC01073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-4258087520135378543</id><published>2007-12-14T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:45.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert @ Bakerzin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's so sinful to have dessert, especially having it after 9pm. But I just don't care as I like to eat dessert. Me and Elaine went to Bakerzin at Vivo City after shopping. Our favourites are Hazelnut Milk steamer with rose buds and chocoloate warm cake. This time, we also ordered dessert tapas, which we can choose 3 different kind of dessert in petite serving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They are hot chocolate shooter with vanilla ice cream, chocolate &amp;amp; caramel ice cream with hazelnut rice crispies and caramel panna cotta. Among these 3, we like caramel panna cotta. It is creamy, taste like custard, and it is coated with a layer of coffee cream on top. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There are wide range of dessert, should go next time and try out the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2JA3uFYCDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/W4fwI5yt46k/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143745050418087986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2JA3uFYCDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/W4fwI5yt46k/s320/DSC01065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Warm Chocolate Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2JAteFYCCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JzrPQcPrrNQ/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143744874324428834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2JAteFYCCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JzrPQcPrrNQ/s320/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hazelnut Milk Steamer with Rose Buds&lt;/span&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/4174612807227600091-4258087520135378543?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4258087520135378543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=4258087520135378543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4258087520135378543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4258087520135378543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/dessert-bakerzin.html' title='Dessert @ Bakerzin'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R2JA3uFYCDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/W4fwI5yt46k/s72-c/DSC01065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-3319908173856325277</id><published>2007-12-10T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:20:00.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Give Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is an encouraging story. I always get encouraged when I read the story. There are a lot of ups and downs in our life, but don't give up, as the Lord never give up on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality. .. I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"God", I asked, "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;His answer surprised me... "Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" "Yes", I replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I to ok very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He said. "In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit." He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant. ..But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He asked me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots". "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you." "Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different Purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high" "How high should I rise?" I asked. "How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return."As high as it can?" I questioned. "Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I left the forest and brought back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you. Never, Never, Never Give up. For the Christian Prayer is not an option but an opportunity.Don't tell the Lord how big the problem is, tell the problem how Great .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-3319908173856325277?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3319908173856325277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=3319908173856325277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3319908173856325277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/3319908173856325277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-give-up.html' title='Don&apos;t Give Up!'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-1238989809418610775</id><published>2007-12-10T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:00:35.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just came across this very touching local love story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna is a 17 years old student in National Junior College. Like any other Singaporeans, she lives in a HDB flat and eats at coffeeshop. But she believes that she has a curse: She believes that whatever negative things that she said will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky, a classmate of Joanna, believes that Joanna is not suffering from any “curse”. He believes that Joanna is just suffering from some mental illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When their paths crossed, a touching love story began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read their bittersweet love story at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over ten thousand readers in Singapore had read their story: now it’s your turn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch the video trailer of the story at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIDRtEOLWiU" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIDRtEOLWiU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-1238989809418610775?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1238989809418610775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=1238989809418610775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/1238989809418610775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/1238989809418610775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/sad-love-story.html' title='A Sad Love Story'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-819460805812428169</id><published>2007-12-09T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:46.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy &amp; Windy Week</title><content type='html'>It has been raining unceasingly this week, from Monday to Sunday. It is now the raining season in Singapore. It is cold and windy. Will the weather affect your feeling? Do you feel romantic, sad or happy? Will it make you remember of someone or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long week for me, I found the time passed very slowly. It seemed everything didn't go very smoothly. The server in our office had some problems, it has been down for at least 3 times a week. We were not able to use email or internet. It was even worse on Friday, the system was down from 9:30am to 5pm. Suddenly, all the email came in, a long email list highlighted in red. I always stress when I see my mail box full of unread email. I didn't really have mood to work, just packed my stuff and went for squash game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Orchard on Wednesday night to pass Hong Kong wife cake to my friend. After that, I went to Robinson in Centerpoint, planning to buy a pair of shoes. But it was too expensive and I think it does not worth that much, so I didn't buy it, eventhough I have the desire to buy it. Time for dinner, what to eat? I was wondering around at the basement. At last, I decided to eat at McDonald. Sometimes, I enjoyed to be alone, as it is very flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was in Orchard, I have to see the Christmas decoration and the lightning. Luckily, the rain had stopped but it was still quite wet. It is quite beautiful, blue lightning with stars and snow flakes. I didn't stay long, just took a few pictures and left. I didn't know why, I felt lonely when I saw the decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing to do in the raining day is stay at home. I stayed almost whole Saturday at home. Packing my stuff, clean my room, sleeping. What do you like to do in raining day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1wDffaL7rI/AAAAAAAAADs/egNKf9FXR3Y/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141988714092424882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1wDffaL7rI/AAAAAAAAADs/egNKf9FXR3Y/s200/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1wDzvaL7sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YZVjVZMDnOQ/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141989061984775874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1wDzvaL7sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YZVjVZMDnOQ/s200/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Orchard- Christmas decor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1wCY_aL7qI/AAAAAAAAADk/DEk9Bjq5tcg/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141987502911647394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1wCY_aL7qI/AAAAAAAAADk/DEk9Bjq5tcg/s200/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1wCC_aL7pI/AAAAAAAAADc/11i8t7o8oa0/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141987124954525330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1wCC_aL7pI/AAAAAAAAADc/11i8t7o8oa0/s200/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Farrer Court Blk 151G- The rain has stopped, the road was wet.&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/4174612807227600091-819460805812428169?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/819460805812428169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=819460805812428169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/819460805812428169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/819460805812428169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/rainy-windy-week.html' title='Rainy &amp; Windy Week'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1wDffaL7rI/AAAAAAAAADs/egNKf9FXR3Y/s72-c/DSC01045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-1620027876508690014</id><published>2007-12-08T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:47.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rCz_aL7lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bTJAjfF81W0/s1600-h/100_8799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141636123047226962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rCz_aL7lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bTJAjfF81W0/s200/100_8799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rA9faL7hI/AAAAAAAAACc/K6M5kZqxTQM/s1600-h/100_8653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141634087232728594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rA9faL7hI/AAAAAAAAACc/K6M5kZqxTQM/s200/100_8653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rCIPaL7jI/AAAAAAAAACs/RSfFae3PXAA/s1600-h/100_8669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141635371427950130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rCIPaL7jI/AAAAAAAAACs/RSfFae3PXAA/s200/100_8669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rCdfaL7kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xFAsggEEcOE/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141635736500170306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rCdfaL7kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xFAsggEEcOE/s200/DSC00960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rBzPaL7iI/AAAAAAAAACk/cljG8zaCFws/s1600-h/100_8788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141635010650697250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rBzPaL7iI/AAAAAAAAACk/cljG8zaCFws/s200/100_8788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rMHPaL7oI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZxAiyMYODs0/s1600-h/100_8674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141646349364358786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rMHPaL7oI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZxAiyMYODs0/s200/100_8674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rD_PaL7mI/AAAAAAAAADE/ub1285vcHhA/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141637415832383074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rD_PaL7mI/AAAAAAAAADE/ub1285vcHhA/s200/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rKGfaL7nI/AAAAAAAAADM/L1Q1PWHkddw/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141644137456201330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rKGfaL7nI/AAAAAAAAADM/L1Q1PWHkddw/s200/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-1620027876508690014?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1620027876508690014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=1620027876508690014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/1620027876508690014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/1620027876508690014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/memories-in-hong-kong.html' title='Memories in Hong Kong'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1rCz_aL7lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bTJAjfF81W0/s72-c/100_8799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8146919702480368064</id><published>2007-12-08T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T07:19:50.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club issues warning to British pensioner for farting</title><content type='html'>LONDON (AFP) - A British pensioner has been ordered out of his local social club for breaking wind too loudly, which "disgusted" fellow members, media reports said Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Fox, 77, received a letter from Kirkham Street Sports and Social Club in Paignton, south-west England, about his overly-audible flatulence, asking him to go outside when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's only a little bit of wind -- it doesn't really hurt anyone. I sit by the door anyway and try to get out when I can. But sometimes it takes me by surprise and just pops out," he said, quoted by The Guardian daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think someone has complained about the noise. I am a loud farter, but there is no smell," he added, noted that "there is no smell at all since I gave up the cider and started on the Bass (a type of beer)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter from the club committee confirmed that others had been disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;"After several complaints regarding your continual breaking of wind (farting) while in the club, would you please consider that your actions are considered disgusting to fellow members and visitors," it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sit close to the front door, so would you please go outside when required. So please take heed of this request," it added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox -- who said he gets no complaints at another nearby club he attends two days a week -- voiced surprise that he had received no oral warning before the written complaint.&lt;br /&gt;But he admitted they had a point. "I do not think it is unreasonable, you get ladies in there," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ladies find it a bit rude but the men have a chuckle. My wife died seven years ago and I live on my own so I might have lost a few social graces. But I was surprised to get the letter from the committee."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8146919702480368064?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8146919702480368064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8146919702480368064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8146919702480368064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8146919702480368064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/club-issues-warning-to-british.html' title='Club issues warning to British pensioner for farting'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5369686775329110990</id><published>2007-12-04T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:47.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My shoes has spoiled!</title><content type='html'>This morning I was wearing the white open heel shoes. On the way to the bus stop, I felt a bit weird as I heard one side of the shoes sound funny. But I didn't really care as I didn't find what's wrong with it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to wear slipper in the office, so I took off my white heel shoes and put in under my desk. Nothing happen yet, until I knocked off from work. I put my shoes on and walked out from the office. Suddenly, one side of my shoes spoiled, the upper part and the heel was apart. I was very embarrased, but I have to pretend nothing happen, and walked to the bus stop. I hope there was no one realize. When the bus arrived, I walked steadily to the bus and quickly find a seat and sit down. I was relief, cos there was a seat, and the bus ride is about 40 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no, I almost reached, I prepared myself and alight from the bus. I have to walk up the bridge to cross the road. It really a hard time. When I reached the other side, the other side of my shoes spoiled also. Oh no! How do I walk? At that time, I wish there is a hole for me to hide. Again, I still have to pretend there is nothing happen. People were looking at me, as it sounded very bad and noisy when I walked. I wish I can take off my shoes and walked bare feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I reached home. What a incredible experience. I think I will just throw the shoes off and get a pair of new shoes. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1VTiPaL7fI/AAAAAAAAACM/9ow4HW_LxYc/s1600-h/100_8928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140106397430312434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1VTiPaL7fI/AAAAAAAAACM/9ow4HW_LxYc/s200/100_8928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1VT0PaL7gI/AAAAAAAAACU/IUzHxR9Gkbg/s1600-h/100_8930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140106706667957762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1VT0PaL7gI/AAAAAAAAACU/IUzHxR9Gkbg/s200/100_8930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-5369686775329110990?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5369686775329110990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=5369686775329110990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5369686775329110990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5369686775329110990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-shoes-has-spoiled.html' title='My shoes has spoiled!'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1VTiPaL7fI/AAAAAAAAACM/9ow4HW_LxYc/s72-c/100_8928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5584145881570476793</id><published>2007-12-03T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T06:57:44.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phones help deliver baby</title><content type='html'>A Russian woman gave birth by the light of dozens of mobile phones after a power cut plunged a town into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Emergency generators kicked in to keep incubators going at the local maternity ward at Shelehov in northern Russia.&lt;br /&gt;But the room where Rima Pivovarova, 22, was giving birth was plunged into darkness just as doctors started to try and sort out complications with the delivery.&lt;br /&gt;Quick-thinking nurses borrowed mobile phones from colleagues and other patients and used their light as they delivered the baby.&lt;br /&gt;Nurse Nadezhda Stempkovskaya, who helped deliver the baby, said both mother and son are doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-5584145881570476793?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5584145881570476793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=5584145881570476793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5584145881570476793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/5584145881570476793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/phones-help-deliver-baby.html' title='Phones help deliver baby'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-7602589315113447334</id><published>2007-12-03T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:47.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teh Halia'/><title type='text'>Teh Halia &amp; Roti Tisu Milo @ Kluang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Kluang last weekend attending church conference. I went out for city tour with my friend who is local on Saturday night. It is a place which surrounded by mountains. It is quite windy especially in Nov &amp;amp; Dec. After that, we went for supper. It is like mamak stall, there is a big screen for watching soccer match. It was quite crowded. After finding a seat, we sat down and ordering 2 Teh Halia (Ginger milk tea) , Roti Kosong (Roti Prata) &amp;amp; Roti Tisu Milo (Thin roti prata with milo). It's my first time trying Teh Halia nd Roti Tisu Milo. I like the Teh Halia, it's rich, smooth, not too sweet. Fantastic! Still waiting for the roti prata. Maybe there were a lot of ppl, we just have to wait. After 10-15 min, herecome the Roti Tisu Milo. I was so hungry, and happy to see it. Forgot to take the poho. I would say it worth for waiting long. It is crispy, coat with Milo and sugar. Maybe, I like Milo very much, so I think it taste better than original Roti Tisu. It was getting late, we had to finish quickly and leave. It was unforgetable supper and most surprisingly it only cost RM3.90!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1QVrCp9F2I/AAAAAAAAABk/y1sJcWR37fI/s1600-R/teh+halia+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139756903927977826" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="125" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1QVrCp9F2I/AAAAAAAAABk/3K8ljBJC61I/s200/teh+halia+1.bmp" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4174612807227600091-7602589315113447334?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7602589315113447334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=7602589315113447334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7602589315113447334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/7602589315113447334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/12/teh-halia-roti-tisu-milo-kluang.html' title='Teh Halia &amp; Roti Tisu Milo @ Kluang'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R1QVrCp9F2I/AAAAAAAAABk/3K8ljBJC61I/s72-c/teh+halia+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-6810436969470714656</id><published>2007-11-29T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:22:18.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young and pretty lady wishes to marry a rich guy</title><content type='html'>A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:&lt;br /&gt;Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25 this year.I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above.&lt;br /&gt;My requirement is not high.Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;br /&gt;2) Which age group should I target?&lt;br /&gt;3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys&lt;br /&gt;4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a reply from a Wall Street Financial guy:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms. Pretty,&lt;br /&gt;I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyze your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here. From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool. Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;J.P. Morgan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-6810436969470714656?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6810436969470714656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=6810436969470714656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6810436969470714656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/6810436969470714656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/11/young-and-pretty-lady-wishes-to-marry.html' title='Young and pretty lady wishes to marry a rich guy'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-4946569744482270361</id><published>2007-11-29T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:48.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea Autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R06NUOPu8BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1lrSs9Bwflc/s1600-h/Korea+autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138199603437301778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R06NUOPu8BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1lrSs9Bwflc/s320/Korea+autumn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4174612807227600091-4946569744482270361?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4946569744482270361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=4946569744482270361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4946569744482270361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/4946569744482270361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/11/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R06NUOPu8BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1lrSs9Bwflc/s72-c/Korea+autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-938218460694662454</id><published>2007-11-29T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:56:24.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make assumption</title><content type='html'>We always making assumptions how things will happen. Sometimes, it can be dangerous to make assumptions without varifying the situation. Friends might turn to enemies, if we don't open ourselves to share the different thoughts. I found relief when we talked. The friendship will grow stronger if we open ourselves to each other. There is nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to all the friends around me. Sometimes, we hurt each other by saying some offended words which we don't realize. Thanks for the toleration and patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-938218460694662454?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/938218460694662454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=938218460694662454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/938218460694662454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/938218460694662454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Don&apos;t make assumption'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-8393234782871717846</id><published>2007-11-28T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:48.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repulse Bay &amp; Da Ao Fish village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R04x0OPu8AI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7qYBK7Lsj1k/s1600-h/100_8675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138098998123360258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R04x0OPu8AI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7qYBK7Lsj1k/s320/100_8675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R04xeOPu7_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/8nge0DKjqfE/s1600-h/100_8729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138098620166238194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R04xeOPu7_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/8nge0DKjqfE/s320/100_8729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174612807227600091-8393234782871717846?l=karensiaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8393234782871717846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4174612807227600091&amp;postID=8393234782871717846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8393234782871717846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174612807227600091/posts/default/8393234782871717846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karensiaw.blogspot.com/2007/11/repulse-bay-da-ou-fish-village.html' title='Repulse Bay &amp; Da Ao Fish village'/><author><name>Karen Siaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14222639367159106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R04x0OPu8AI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7qYBK7Lsj1k/s72-c/100_8675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174612807227600091.post-5692686513275155761</id><published>2007-11-28T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:27:48.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong Trip'/><title type='text'>5D 4N Hong Kong Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R01H1-Pu79I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gZ5Ka-H7hkM/s1600-h/The+peak.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137841742467231698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7599hzcgDk4/R01H1-Pu79I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gZ5Ka-H7hkM/s320/The+peak.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this trip, I have learned not to have high expectation before going to a new place. Have been hearing from friends that there are a lot of nice places, good food, interesting thing to explore in HK. I was full of excitement before I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didn't turn out what I have expected. The food was not as good as what my friends has said. (Maybe, I didn't go to those nice one). I was quite dissappointed about the Lantau island. We spent almost 40 minutes bus ride to the big Buddha, and there is nothing much there. After that, we were heading to the Da Ou fish village. I was quite surprised when I got there, as it is better than what I have expected. I like the fresh air and nice scenery there. It made me calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, HK is still not too bad. Just have to do much homework, ask the right person for the right place &amp;amp; right food. The local people are quite helpful &amp;amp; friendly. The service is quite efficient. The hotel room service is excellent. They attend to you in few second after you hang up the phone. 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