<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588</id><updated>2009-10-14T15:36:40.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee81's journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>379</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-1957798280169689657</id><published>2009-02-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:14:06.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Your Presence Is Much Felt...</title><content type='html'>I find it really hard to believe about certain things that went through my head now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost is that I felt complete happy about how my day started today. It was definitely a face which I looked forward to see in the morning. Drinking my cuppa was like drinking a cup of extremely sweet caramel. Or should I say, it was like eating a bar of sweet Mars. Maybe not. Maybe it is much better than no words can ever describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmness he delivered with his casual conversation made ma feel like I was in heaven. As I was busy reading the newspaper, there he was walking to me with a grin on it’s face, joining the table.  I could not afford to stare at him as I find his presence intimidating in some sort of a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the conversation started with slight teases, I find it simply comforting. It had been days since I last saw his face. One thing for sure is that I need this kind of cheering up as things does not turn out good for me for the past couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted; both physically and mentally. I realized that people around me are treating me in a way that I sometimes think I do not deserve. But, who am I to query such injustice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-1957798280169689657?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/1957798280169689657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=1957798280169689657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/1957798280169689657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/1957798280169689657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-presence-is-much-felt.html' title='Your Presence Is Much Felt...'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-396610292737051760</id><published>2008-09-03T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:43:25.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>If You See Him/If You Her - Reba Mcentire &amp; Brrok Dunn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Artist: Reba McEntire&lt;br /&gt;Song: If You See Him/If You Her (Brooks &amp;amp; Dunn &amp;amp; Reba)&lt;br /&gt;Album: If You See Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see him&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I wish him well&lt;br /&gt;How am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes is hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;I still miss him more than ever&lt;br /&gt;But please dont say a word&lt;br /&gt;If you see him&lt;br /&gt;If you see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see her&lt;br /&gt;Tell her I'm doing fine&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to&lt;br /&gt;Say that I think of her from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she ever wonders&lt;br /&gt;Where we both went wrong&lt;br /&gt;If you see her&lt;br /&gt;If you see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want her&lt;br /&gt;I still need him so&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why we let each other go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see her&lt;br /&gt;Tell her the lights still on for her&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changed&lt;br /&gt;Deep down the fire still burns for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if it takes forever say I'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;If you see him&lt;br /&gt;If you see her&lt;br /&gt;If you see him&lt;br /&gt;If you see her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-396610292737051760?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/396610292737051760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=396610292737051760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/396610292737051760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/396610292737051760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-see-himif-you-her-reba-mcentire.html' title='If You See Him/If You Her - Reba Mcentire &amp; Brrok Dunn'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-1586982080024963677</id><published>2008-09-03T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:54:33.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>He Who Loves Me...Always...Forever</title><content type='html'>I should have talked to Giggly before this. If it was not for her, I would probably be hating myself so much until I ended up crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SL6gVMmYl2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/oI9cg9P0ros/s1600-h/Happy+Cheery+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SL6gVMmYl2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/oI9cg9P0ros/s400/Happy+Cheery+Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241803302325753698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very depressed for the past couple of weeks. And I know perfectly well why I felt this way. There had been so many unhappy things happened which I felt like the whole world came crashing down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a lot of things which I could not really understand why people would like to make a big deal out of it. I used to be so tough in whatever I decided on and did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when there were this group of people who thought they knew everything about me, started to make a fuss about my life, things started to get tough. These people has a very different way of leading their own lives...very different than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words I heard and were said to me, in hopes that I would lead a life like their's, were very strange and at times, I felt very disgusting. I wanted so bad to shout at them, to tell them that I have my own life to lead on and I prefer to keep it the way I want for as long as I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that they wanted to change me and my life into their's where life itself is about how many things you own. yes, the value of life is measured by the materials you have and not the knowledge and experiences one went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do not get me wrong, saying that I am a very highly experienced human being. The fact is I am not... I have a long road ahead of me which I need to walk on my own guided by Him who loves me dearly...endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the principles I held on so strongly sometimes have it's flaw. I will make it perfect from time to time with experiences I need to go through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggly had me do some deep thinking about the uniqueness of each individual. Even if there is someone out there who condemns me, cursing me with his or her words, I think it does not really matter now. His or her words means nothing to me than the Lord above whom gave His everything to free me. His or her words can never brings me down so easily, for I know He will eventually loves...forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-1586982080024963677?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/1586982080024963677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=1586982080024963677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/1586982080024963677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/1586982080024963677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-who-loves-mealwaysforever.html' title='He Who Loves Me...Always...Forever'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SL6gVMmYl2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/oI9cg9P0ros/s72-c/Happy+Cheery+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-8413334108016165115</id><published>2008-09-01T15:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:49:12.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keychains'/><title type='text'>Crafts by Leng Leng</title><content type='html'>My friend has this passion for crafts. Lately, she has come up with some really interesting designs which she very much want to make it public. Below are some OF her works. These masterpieces can be treated as keychains as well as mobile phone accessories depending on your creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices range from RM5 to RM7 per piece depending on size of beads and complexity of designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you wish to make purchase of these pieces, you can contact me via email at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roslyn.nelson@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will get back to you the soonest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLudFFn_6VI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3gkcYpRwAzk/s1600-h/P7290284+-+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLudFFn_6VI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3gkcYpRwAzk/s400/P7290284+-+EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240955302110554450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLudJcgIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oVwuMVVN6uY/s1600-h/P7290285+-+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLudJcgIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oVwuMVVN6uY/s400/P7290285+-+EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240955376971039650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLudNyIZNNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3c5g8zV5AiU/s1600-h/P7290291+-+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLudNyIZNNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3c5g8zV5AiU/s400/P7290291+-+EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240955451496543442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;DOG (BIG)- 4.0 cm (head to tail) x 2.5 cm (W)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;DOG (SMALL)- 2.5 cm (head to tail) x 1.7 cm (W)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuaSxP8aiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aOsoC3YpE08/s1600-h/P6280215+-+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240952238624238114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuaSxP8aiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aOsoC3YpE08/s400/P6280215+-+EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;DAIRY COW - 3.2 cm (L) x 2.3 cm (W)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuVXkKOQhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zT0LYFxYSB0/s1600-h/P7290352+-+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240946823451787794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuVXkKOQhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zT0LYFxYSB0/s400/P7290352+-+EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;CHERRY - 4.2 cm (H) x 2.3 cm (D)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuVTJ7SEBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lVByEYF4kDU/s1600-h/P7290347+-+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240946747690323986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuVTJ7SEBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lVByEYF4kDU/s400/P7290347+-+EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;ROOSTER - 2.3 cm (H) x 2.4 cm (D)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuVN_z4i5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ukp8tbbJEnM/s1600-h/P7290342+-+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240946659075591058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuVN_z4i5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ukp8tbbJEnM/s400/P7290342+-+EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;FATHER FROG - 3.2 cm (H) x 1.9 cm (D)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;SON FROG - 2.4 cm (H) x 1.1 cm (D)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuVJrQ8a0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nw7KnBezvp8/s1600-h/P7290339+-+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240946584840858434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuVJrQ8a0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nw7KnBezvp8/s400/P7290339+-+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;HELLO KITTY - 3.4 cm (H) x 2.4 cm (D)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuVFtD4L7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WGtagXgAJW4/s1600-h/P7290334+-+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240946516603449266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuVFtD4L7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WGtagXgAJW4/s400/P7290334+-+EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;NEMO - 3.5 cm (L) x 2.5 cm (W)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuU_l0QZ1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iPLnMFdUjsI/s1600-h/P7290330+-+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240946411579664210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuU_l0QZ1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iPLnMFdUjsI/s400/P7290330+-+EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;BALLERINA- 6.0 cm (H)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-8413334108016165115?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/8413334108016165115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=8413334108016165115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/8413334108016165115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/8413334108016165115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/09/crafts-by-leng-leng.html' title='Crafts by Leng Leng'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLudFFn_6VI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3gkcYpRwAzk/s72-c/P7290284+-+EDIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-7673915277725846149</id><published>2008-09-01T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:52:35.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I Heart MALAYSIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuAq9boGUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fYExlq35fts/s1600-h/Harmony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240924066909002050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuAq9boGUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fYExlq35fts/s400/Harmony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as Malaysians are so lucky. So lucky in so many ways that I find it really a blessing to be where I am today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed with a beautiful land, so green and a sky that is ever so sunny ( all year long ). And some occasional rains to cool the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multi cultural. That is why we have a variety of food to taste. Beautiful costumes from all races for us to promote to the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose the photo above says it all. Caught these two kids at Hot Spring area, at a stall where we me and some friends were, having our breakfast. They were really adorable. I find them very interesting sharing their breakfast with one another. And the best thing about this scene is that the Indian boy spoke excellent Mandarin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, MALAYSIA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-7673915277725846149?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/7673915277725846149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=7673915277725846149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/7673915277725846149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/7673915277725846149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-malaysia.html' title='I Heart MALAYSIA'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLuAq9boGUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fYExlq35fts/s72-c/Harmony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-6019156233766793386</id><published>2008-09-01T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:25:38.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Doing the Karen Cheng...( but, I am not Karen Cheng )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLt72kWbpDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mvOi8Q90zFc/s1600-h/Dress+Tryouts+at+Nichii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240918768776619058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLt72kWbpDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mvOi8Q90zFc/s400/Dress+Tryouts+at+Nichii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Black or White? - It is like Doing The Karen Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a super duper fussy shopper when it comes to shopping for clothes. I kind of think I have this very mature taste on clothes which both Big Cat and Sophie thinks so too. Today I went for another session of shopping with Sophie. It was my second shopping spree with her after 3 weeks or so. And I must admit that today’s shopping spree was far too tiring for us and Big Cat ( she tagged along too ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite brand to date has to be Nichii. I find it so easy for me to shop for clothes which caters to my unbalanced figure. I have this almost-C-cup sized breast ( it happened to grow one size bigger when I put on weighs ) and a very wide waistline – 32. So, one can imagine how weird my figure is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I learned to accept the fact that I am very human and have flaws which I seriously need to improve. And there are no other better way than to watch what I am eating daily ( with the appropriate amount ) and also exercise whenever I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on between 7 to 10 pieces of dress and the result was pretty much depressing. It happened that the ones I love most were the ones that did not suit me well, while the ones that came least into my mind were the ones that suited me best! (Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man…what the heck is going on around here?! In the end I bought nothing as it was a really though choice. The wedding dinner is getting near and I still have not made up my mind of what to wear. This is not my first time attending such function. But, I would very much like to wear something different and nice as I do not want to disappoint my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Talking about being so tired after the shopping spree, I went straight to buy some badminton rackets as well as some shuttlecocks for some serious exercise. And then, went straight to Vern’s apartment for an hour long of shuttlecock-chasing session. I think my jogging sessions are not much of help as I find myself really unfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to exercise more! Yes! I really need to! Have to jog more! Jog as much as I can! Love to lose those unwanted fats!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-6019156233766793386?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/6019156233766793386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=6019156233766793386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/6019156233766793386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/6019156233766793386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/09/doing-karen-cheng-but-i-am-not-karen.html' title='Doing the Karen Cheng...( but, I am not Karen Cheng )'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SLt72kWbpDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mvOi8Q90zFc/s72-c/Dress+Tryouts+at+Nichii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-644441137029503556</id><published>2008-08-23T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:24:41.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Meet Up with A Daze on Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SK-rqaUOcFI/AAAAAAAAADs/NKGzj6PtmTA/s1600-h/What+to+Wear-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237593636762185810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SK-rqaUOcFI/AAAAAAAAADs/NKGzj6PtmTA/s400/What+to+Wear-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dresses from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dresses.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dresses.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to meet up with my old buddies after this. And that is about 2 hours plus from now. Met one of the two last two weeks and was surprised that she does not change even the slightest bit...except of course, she looked much beautiful ( she is about to get married next month! )!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be four of us in Oldtown, Prima Setapak. But, one of us could not make it back to the city from Teluk Intan. Nevertheless, it was a great gathering - catching up on old times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it is this friend of mine, Jessica, her name, got me so nervous in getting myself ready for her upcoming wedding dinner. My head still toying with the fact that me and Soph are still very much single. We said to one another that it is not the time yet for us; which in fact is true. There are so many things both of us have yet to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my side, I have this very long list of things which I would very much like to achieve. Not that it is very expensive...some of it are not. Travelling is really one of them and yes, it is quite costly depending on the locations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the short term basis, I really got to be able to find something suitable as well as look nice on me for the important dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-644441137029503556?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/644441137029503556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=644441137029503556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/644441137029503556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/644441137029503556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-up-with-daze-on-clothes.html' title='Meet Up with A Daze on Clothes'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SK-rqaUOcFI/AAAAAAAAADs/NKGzj6PtmTA/s72-c/What+to+Wear-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-5961561834211035068</id><published>2008-08-18T11:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:48:17.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>What to Wear? Help!</title><content type='html'>I am so, so dead meat. A best friend of mine is getting married this coming September and I have no clue of what to wear. I got invited for the dinner and if I can manage it, I might take a day off from work to attend the morning event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have yet to start shopping for any clothes or even a pair of matching shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first...I will need something - a top or a dress to cover my very the expanding tummy. It's like I am 3 months pregnant. I am not joking, OK? This is bad... Seriously bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235694470894744706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SKjsYaIodII/AAAAAAAAAC8/fFvifzs_2es/s400/eve2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.nichii.com.my/"&gt;Nichii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am considering something like this from Nichii. Black top, halter neck. I was wondering if my friend would say something if I were to dress in black! Maybe she would not. Her parents would! OK, another option.... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-5961561834211035068?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/5961561834211035068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=5961561834211035068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/5961561834211035068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/5961561834211035068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-wear-help.html' title='What to Wear? Help!'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SKjsYaIodII/AAAAAAAAAC8/fFvifzs_2es/s72-c/eve2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-6460184820597767374</id><published>2008-08-18T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:24:48.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Faith &amp; Rules</title><content type='html'>Last weeks Alpha session was great. It talks about faith. It is a simple word to say. But then again, it is a word that brings so many meanings behind it and also requires practice...a load of amount as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Alpha video session, Nick gave a very brief example of the word faith and how it applies to our daily lives. In his, case, it was his own life. The thing about Nick is that he is ordinary looking British guy but with a really wicked sense of hunour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario took place at his son's football practice. Back then his son was so into football that he practiced twice to thrice times a week with each session last about an hour and a half. As father, Nick was so used to being a supporter, watching from the side, seeing his son played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the coach decided to have a small match between his small team of players of 22 ( that's what Nick said ) against a team of parents. Everyone agreed until the day of the little match, a team of 22 kids showed up smartly dressed in their school jerseys. Meanwhile, on the parents side, it was only Nick on the scene. No other parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach, on the other hand, was no where in sight. Seeing the situation, Nick decided to proceed with the match with him as a refereee. But then, Nick a problem. He was not very familiar with the rules. According to Nick, the rules always changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the match went on, there were shouts of " NO! ", "Cheating! ", " That's a foul! ", " He should get a yellow or red card for that serious foul! ", etc. Complains kept coming in and all Nick could say was " Go on...play... ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match went on for a while, long enough to see some kids near broke into a scuffle with some minor bruises and bleedings going on. Nick was confused as to what to do with the boys and in desperate need of help in handling the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, after the match started, the coach showed up. And it appeared that the coach had overlooked the time and that was what brought him late to coach the suppose match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment the coach stepped into the field, everything was straighten with whistle blowed couple of times for any fouls went throughout the match. No more arguements. Only commands and shouts from the coach could be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things I learned about this story of Nick's. Rules and faith. One must not treat the Bible as a book of rules. The Bible is actually a manual of life. Faith of course, needs time to build through constant communications. Communication helps to build a strong relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-6460184820597767374?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/6460184820597767374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=6460184820597767374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/6460184820597767374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/6460184820597767374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/08/faith-rules.html' title='Faith &amp; Rules'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-3206000164451090763</id><published>2008-08-09T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:18:53.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clay Aiken'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the World Parker Foster Aiken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SJ0mSIa_gtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SxOZuae-bQ0/s1600-h/clay+aiken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232380435014582994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SJ0mSIa_gtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SxOZuae-bQ0/s400/clay+aiken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clay Aiken is a father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who knows me long enough would have known that I am a big fan of Clay Aiken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, not huge enough to realise that my beloved crooner is now a proud father of a baby boy named &lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/ar-303543-news--Clay-Aiken"&gt;Parker Foster Aiken &lt;/a&gt;who is weighed 6 pounds, 2 ounces and was 19 inches long, borned at 8:08 a.m. Friday ( coincide with the opening day of the 29th Olympic Games in Beijing, China ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excited father wrote in his website, "No hyphens. One first name. One middle name. One last name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother of the child's mother, 50-year-old Jaymes Foster ( sister of record mogul David Foster ) is Aiken's friend and record producer whom he met while performing on "American Idol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both mother and son are doing well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-3206000164451090763?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/3206000164451090763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=3206000164451090763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/3206000164451090763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/3206000164451090763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-world-parker-foster-aiken.html' title='Welcome to the World Parker Foster Aiken'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SJ0mSIa_gtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SxOZuae-bQ0/s72-c/clay+aiken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-4779814089252931984</id><published>2008-08-03T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:27:18.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>My Name is Gigit</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="Gigit 1 by roslyn140381, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/2727782972/"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="Gigit 1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2727782972_17da97deaa_o.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A photo of Gigit sitting intensely underneath a car when I took his photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“ Nama saya Gigit. Tugas saya ialah mengigit orang! “&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering what the heck I am talking about, I will be more than happy to introduce you to Mr Gigit. Yes, that is his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, this cat here is no ordinary cat. Behind the distinguishable and cute short tail he possesses lie a hunger for a little bite of human flesh. No…no…no…he would not bite you to death like the big great cat of the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just an ordinary-street-smart cat. But, very adorable, in his own way. Has this enormous head size. Trust me. You would so much love to pat his head and make a mess of his fur. But, he would not mind. The one thing he would definitely mind is to have his beloved tail touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, you will be punished in a way like no other man would, that is you will get a little ‘ bite ‘ from him. The thing is, he is not biting you. He just enjoys the fact of having your hand being covered by his saliva! Yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-4779814089252931984?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/4779814089252931984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=4779814089252931984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/4779814089252931984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/4779814089252931984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-name-is-gigit.html' title='My Name is Gigit'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-7988414402663982126</id><published>2008-07-27T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:43:52.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Banana on My Desk?!</title><content type='html'>I did something naughty 4 days ago on two collegues of mine. Both of them are graphic designers. One is a sweet talking kind of guy and has this irritating yet interesting character. The other may look like a very reserve kind of guy. But, the truth is…he is most certainly not! I bet he is a master of disguise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SIyL702QFWI/AAAAAAAAACM/vek1eOJMhjk/s1600-h/Photo0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227707127385036130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SIyL702QFWI/AAAAAAAAACM/vek1eOJMhjk/s400/Photo0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Artistic piece of joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I did to their desk while both of them were away for lunch? I secretly placed a banana on each for their desks and get creative with the arrangements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh! It is going to be a secret between you and me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-7988414402663982126?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/7988414402663982126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=7988414402663982126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/7988414402663982126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/7988414402663982126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/07/banana-on-my-desk.html' title='Banana on My Desk?!'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SIyL702QFWI/AAAAAAAAACM/vek1eOJMhjk/s72-c/Photo0245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-466017602888089412</id><published>2008-07-23T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:44:00.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dark Knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie Gyllenhaal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heath Ledger'/><title type='text'>Why So Serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SIdQUfTepTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LQZrdLvGvLI/s1600-h/dark-knight-why-so-serious1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SIdQUfTepTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LQZrdLvGvLI/s400/dark-knight-why-so-serious1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226234205517554994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;“ This town deserves a better class of criminal... and I'm gonna give it to them... “ The Joker in The Dark Knight&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed he did…Sadly, this is the last movie for Heath Andrew Ledger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My review may come in late. But, I still think it is still worth mentioning that the latest Batman series – The Dark Knight, is a movie to die for. Mind you, I had watched most of the Batman series. Val Kilmer ( I find it hard to believe that the director would cast a blond as Bruce Wayne ), George Clooney ( well known for it nipple-traced suit ) and last but not least, Christian Bale ( I personally think that he is the best looking of the lot ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having watched Bale in the previous Batman movie, he has put on a little weigh for the latest one; which is good as I am so used to watching Batman in a quite fully-built figure. In The Dark Knight, Gotham city was in its’ darkest moment. Mafias roaming the city, wrecking havoc while its’ citizen living in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SIdRvgWTSmI/AAAAAAAAACE/4K79HqmZ8wU/s1600-h/TDK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SIdRvgWTSmI/AAAAAAAAACE/4K79HqmZ8wU/s320/TDK.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226235769165924962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Joker, Batman &amp; Harvey Dent @ Two-Face&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Joker, played brilliantly by late Heath Ledger, leading groups of crime lords into taking control of their so-called world, viewers can expect more bloody and gloomy atmosphere circling the crime-corrupted city. Ledger has brought the Joker’s character to a whole new level of psychopathic madness after his much controversial movie ‘ Brokeback Mountain ‘. Too bad that The Dark Knight is his last performance and that we will never going to see another pretty face gracing the silver screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Pssst…I would suggest you to watch The Brothers Grimm, Casanova to ease those love you have for him…&lt;/I&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that the director’s choice of the leading actress, Maggie Gyllenhaal ( Donnie Darko ) as Rachel Dawes prove to be fruitful. I think Rachel’s  character requires someone more mature than Katie Holmes ( Oopsy! No hard feelings! ); in order to shorten the age gap between Bruce Wayne and Rachel Dawes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels watching The Dark Knight? Well, just like the Joker would have said &lt;i&gt;"I use a knife because guns are too quick. Otherwise, you can't savor all the emotions. You know who people are in their last moments...&lt;/i&gt;. Exactly. In my opinion, my last moment watching The Dark Knight was like...wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you will see Edison Chen in here. Open your eyes and you will definitely see him around - for a glimpse of seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rate is 9/10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-466017602888089412?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/466017602888089412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=466017602888089412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/466017602888089412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/466017602888089412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-so-serious.html' title='Why So Serious?'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SIdQUfTepTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LQZrdLvGvLI/s72-c/dark-knight-why-so-serious1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-4721477541757385918</id><published>2008-07-18T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:21:32.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>No This...No That...</title><content type='html'>I find myself to be a really amazing...Amazing in a sense that I could go on for a whole week without meat. The usual me was like ' I can't live without meat '. Not even for a single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me change so sudden was the fact that I had some infection and swollen going on in me. The doctor has advised me not to take any meat, eggs, sweet and cold food and drinks. It was really a major challenge to discover that you had to go to the extreme in order not to suffer like months before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/2676762313/" title="Cheese Tart with Choc Topping by roslyn140381, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3263/2676762313_1fe1390b8b.jpg" width="500" height="376" alt="Cheese Tart with Choc Topping" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sweeties for me...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having sweet stuffs is the most torturing part of all because I have a great appetite for sweet stuffs. I have managed to cut down ont he level of sweetness. But, for me to complete stop having sweet stuff...that is completely a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was emotionally not stable because I felt very uneasy. Something inside me was not right. It is like it was not my body. I refused to accept that it was my body that was in a completely ill state. But, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was so nice. He is the first ever doctor whom I ever met that would explain to me in detail about my poor state. It was indeed shocking to know that I would need something like ultrascan, blood and urine tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, it was not entirely a bad thing to go through with tests. Should it be required, then I would of course never refuse to go. Plus, with such state, how can I possibly turn down such requirements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first ultrascan. And I must say that it was quite an experience. There were more pills to take after then. More and more consultations too. But, nothing can compare to the fact that I can no longer consume my favourite drink - coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-4721477541757385918?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/4721477541757385918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=4721477541757385918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/4721477541757385918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/4721477541757385918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-thisno-that.html' title='No This...No That...'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-94181564159362656</id><published>2008-07-13T20:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:44:01.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War of the Dragons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellboy'/><title type='text'>Hellboy II &amp; War of the Dragons</title><content type='html'>I went to watch 2 movies today with Big Cat and Vivian - Hellboy II : The Golden Army &amp;amp; War of the Dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hellboy II : The Golden Army&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SHn5Q1HstkI/AAAAAAAAABM/AIDCFz5l7Pk/s1600-h/Hellboy+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222479310445393474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SHn5Q1HstkI/AAAAAAAAABM/AIDCFz5l7Pk/s400/Hellboy+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's effect and backdrops are good, I must say. Praises the make-up artist's good work too. The storyline was kind of exciting and I must must give a nod to this, despite having some reviews in the paper saying that it was not as good as expected. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What to expect this time is that Abe is in love with Princess Nuala ( played by Anna Walton ). Their new-found love to be short-lived though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for Hellboy himself, he found himself a girlfriend. Who else the girlfriend would be if it is not Liz Sherman. To make the story more interesting, Liz is pregnant. Like Angelina Jolie, Liz is pregnant with twins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the story, it is for you to find out! By the way, I find villian Prince Nuada to be pretty good looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;War of the Dragons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SHoa7uV_qCI/AAAAAAAAABc/us2he8WZoRI/s1600-h/War+of+the+Dragons+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SHockNJCVVI/AAAAAAAAABs/8_tRD0srSdQ/s1600-h/War+of+the+Dragons+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222518126217942354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SHockNJCVVI/AAAAAAAAABs/8_tRD0srSdQ/s400/War+of+the+Dragons+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so used in seeing Jason Behr in Rosewell and seeing him in this movie is more the less the same. I can never comment more about this movie. To me, this movie is really not my kind. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-94181564159362656?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/94181564159362656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=94181564159362656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/94181564159362656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/94181564159362656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/07/hellboy-ii-war-of-dragons.html' title='Hellboy II &amp; War of the Dragons'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Mf6Gz2OAWI/SHn5Q1HstkI/AAAAAAAAABM/AIDCFz5l7Pk/s72-c/Hellboy+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-8332892085411550371</id><published>2008-07-12T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:28:06.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>Some might be wondering what had happened to me during these one-and-a-half year time. All I can say that it has been really a good move to move on to a new phase of life. One sentence to sum it all up - a period of self discovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A period to understand and reflect to what you did wrong before and improve yourself. And as for me, the leisure of snapping photos these days has been reduced to quite a number. I seldom bring my cam with me. But, there are some photos which I had taken which has yet to be highlighted anywhere in the cyber space. And it will soon be here, in this very dear blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="All Grown Up by roslyn140381, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/2659833283/"&gt;&lt;img height="610" alt="All Grown Up" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3062/2659833283_cf32618eee_o.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the coming posts will reflect the grown up side of me. And by the way, do welcome me back to the blogging world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-8332892085411550371?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/8332892085411550371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=8332892085411550371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/8332892085411550371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/8332892085411550371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-2636990496416033709</id><published>2007-11-16T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:37:44.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;Tam and I we had a lunch appointment with a colleague yesterday. And guess what happened? We practically forgot about it until we walked to the opposite side of the office area only to realized that we left behind something big!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;There I was, searching in the brain of mine for Mr Hair-Raising’s number, only to find myself had actually forgotten his direct line. We would have called him on his mobile if we have his number. But, we don’t!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;Only after a couple of tries did I managed to talk to him. Thank God he was not mad or something. He still managed to crack some jokes about it saying how forgetful we were.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;He eventually managed to join us for lunch and we had a good chat about some pathetic jokes and the world outside our office. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;We headed to Pearl Point shortly after finishing our lunch for Popular’s bookstore; where Tam’s there to collect her pre-order of Michael Wong’s latest CD.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;It was raining heavily when we’re about to leave Pearl Point. We had no choice but to stay put till the rain stop. The thing was it didn’t and we called back to the office to report to our supervisor’s. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;We decided to have our very own tea break at Subway. But, that didn’t happened because we had an angel intended to save us from the rain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;I was about to have my vanilla muffin when Tam returning James’s call. That was when James said he was around the block and asked us if we wanted a lift in such heavy rain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;Mr Hair-Raising was about to make his dive into his platter when I told him that we got an angel saving us from the heavy rain. He requested for a takeaway instead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Dotum;"&gt;When we got out from the hotel lobby, there was James in his Waja. Thank god. We’re saved…by an angel…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-2636990496416033709?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/2636990496416033709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=2636990496416033709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/2636990496416033709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/2636990496416033709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2007/11/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-8187358324750787090</id><published>2007-11-14T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:19:40.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>So everyone makes mistakes. But, how much could the other party takes it? Always a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really hard in forgiving someone. But, that does not mean I would turn it into some kind of hatred kind of thing. In the end of the day, I would be the one spending tones of monies into doing facial ( of which I did once in my entire life ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my personal point of view, it is always the things that matters to you that made you lost control of your temper and eventually leads to un-forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through that feeling some months back. And till this very moment I could never forgive that person. But, that does not lead me to hatred. Unlike the person I used to be…&lt;br /&gt;I sort of avoiding that someone and keeps a border between us so that there won’t be any much unwanted situation happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, pondering to the fact of forgiveness…should I forgive that someone? Maybe someday…but not now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man…it feels good to be able to blog again after so long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-8187358324750787090?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/8187358324750787090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=8187358324750787090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/8187358324750787090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/8187358324750787090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2007/11/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-7749841386611722233</id><published>2007-06-17T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:07:23.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Time Proves Everything</title><content type='html'>Almost three months down the road, venturing to a new path of my career and life. I thought I could never survive. But, time proves to me that what I thought was wrong. With God’s grace and words, I think I pulled through and survived all the ups and downs during this tough period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscence those times where I first land my foot here, I find it all to be overwhelmingly difficult and very pressuring. Indeed it was pressuring and sometimes crazy. I can never deny the fact that I have no breathing space. But, to my amazement, I find everything to be very fulfilling. Sounds crazy but very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heaps of events happening all at the same time can be so crazy. Yet with all those hard works poured in by really talented people made everything possible. I learned a great amount of things here. Things that I suppose to learn five years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if the path I took is a correct path. If you look closely, there is no path is to be categorized as correct or wrong. The paths that are carved before us are paths that will eventually leads you to where you suppose to be. It’s all the matter of time of how long it will leads you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three months period is also a self-discovery period. A time to rediscover yourself. A time to grow up and be an individual that you’d always wanted to be. A time to be a much, much wiser person…and hopefully, I’d managed to achieve that even for the littlest amount of achievements so far…For Christ sake, I’d just been here for almost three months. What can you possibly expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really long list to talk about. And I doubt if I’d be able to tell everything within a single post. But, God knows that I did and I will always do my best in whatever I do. My only wish is…well, only You know what it is…my life is Your’s to shape…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-7749841386611722233?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/7749841386611722233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=7749841386611722233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/7749841386611722233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/7749841386611722233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-proves-everything.html' title='Time Proves Everything'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-6365222186061796700</id><published>2007-03-16T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:27:30.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye All</title><content type='html'>Monday, March 19th 2007 will mark the last day I work for this company. It also marks the most challenging yet exciting moment of the year. I could not wait to start work at a new environment. I wonder what is stored ahead for me. All of a sudden I felt like a little kid opening up a big box of present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a ritual, I will walk from department to department to say my goodbyes to my fellow collegues and also best friends. Some of them may have known that I will be leaving. Even some of my customers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who congratulated me early in case, they are not around on Monday. Yes, you read it right. Congratulated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Oh! Is it! Congratulations! You finally get a better offer! So, how much&lt;br /&gt;are your new company be paying you? "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;one asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Oh! That's good news! Where are you going? Will you be around town? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; another one asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Eh! Remember to include me if there is something coming along, OK? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; another one asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who thinks about the negative side of me leaving the company too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Why?...Is it because your superior treated you bad? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Huh? Are the pay that bad? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think it is necessary for me to explain the facts to them. Yes, it would have been my 5th year with the company. So? That does not mean I would stay until I retire. God has given me an option...a road for me to choose for a better living. And like some may have said it &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There are always options in life and decisions to make ". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, for me, the pay is always the most tempting part. But, then again, one has to think about one's capabilities in holding up new responsibilities. Gaining new experiences are as valuable as experiences one gains will be with one until the day one dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also teaches you to be wiser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be my last posts for today. Monday will probably a busy day for me. I may not be blogging for a long period. Until I get my own internet access at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-6365222186061796700?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/6365222186061796700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=6365222186061796700&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/6365222186061796700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/6365222186061796700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2007/03/bye-bye-all.html' title='Bye Bye All'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-1509626900790445231</id><published>2007-03-15T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:28:01.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ever So Worried</title><content type='html'>I am a little disturbed with granny’s worrying attitude. Maybe because I still have yet to develop the chronic stage of worrying someone like she does for me now. I mean switching job is the most common thing in one’s adult life. What could be worse than this? I bet knowing that you will die within 24 hours is even more scarier than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I insisted her that I will definitely be alright with the new place, that can never be ease her worries for me. Yes…yes…yes…I will be doing a heck lot of travel after this and this could be like having dejavu. But, that is life for me. No qualms about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no idea how happy I am now to be able to break myself free from ‘ hibernation ‘. At least, that is what I think. I do not want this to be offensive though. I look forward towards new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ Why not you grab yourself those two little blueberry cheese tarts? Your bro does not seemed to fancy them as much as you did. Would be a waste to keep it until it’s too dried up in the fridge and eventually feed the smelly bin, “&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 6:30 in the morning. Big Cat was having her morning shower. Mike busy toying with his cellphone, setting his personal music play list. Granny lied down on the mattress studied me as though I was like a piece of specimen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;“ Okay. Just give me a minute. Will eat that later…once I am done tidying my bed, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I said to her&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just when I was about to walk into my room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ You sure you want that job? “ she asked me suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Huh? Of course!!! Why? You’re not going to tell me not to take the job, are you? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ No…I just want to be sure…, “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Aiyah…just don’t worry, okay? I will ensure myself getting home as early as I can. So, stop worrying. It is not that I will be working somewhere say….Perak? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So, there you have it. My granny. The ever so worried granny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-1509626900790445231?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/1509626900790445231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=1509626900790445231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/1509626900790445231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/1509626900790445231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2007/03/ever-so-worried.html' title='Ever So Worried'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-8429087192547099200</id><published>2007-03-14T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:33:50.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Come Too Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/420613338/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Times" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/420613338_eaf1c91dd1.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One for the album&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria gave me a bear hug yesterday, before she gone off home. She will be having a small surgery today. The surgery will be for her right hand which has swollen for some time now. She could have had taken the surgery earlier. But, she had it delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she will be on medical leave for two weeks. And I am most likely not be able to see her any time soon. Last year, she had surgery for her left hand. Things ran smoothly and her left hand recovered perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope today’s surgery will run smoothly as well. She said she will give me a call to wish me happy birthday. But, I told her that it is not necessary. The birthday card she gave me is good enough and that I will keep it in my cookie box so that I can take it out every now and then to refresh my beautiful memories I spent in this company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing our birthdays are only two days part, I bought her a set of Chinese tea set. Instead of giving her a birthday card, I gave her a thank you card which I had it written three days after I tendered my resignation letter. Imagine that. I had everything in my head and written down in a small little card when I had about 2 weeks away before I bade farewell to my beloved collegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/420541283/"&gt;&lt;img height="376" alt="Birthday Card" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/420541283_8339805179.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/420613330/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Farewell Card" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/420613330_31974b4d75.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria nearly returned the tea set I gave her because she had no place to keep the set. But, I convinced her to keep it as I think it would be a perfect birthday give and thank you gift from me to her. I will sure to miss her homemade cookies. Believe me, she is a good cookie baker. So, in any case if any of you want to place any special order, be sure to contact me. I will recommend you the best cookie baker in town! Nah! Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/420613336/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Farewell Gift" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/420613336_d2b277c160.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My farewell gift - A sling bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her advice to me are to control my temper and be patient always. Always to think of God if the ‘ devil ‘ has controlled me. I will try my best to take her advice. Not just any words coming from my mouth but a promise to myself and her. Last but not least, she wants me to smile always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! By the way, &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to myself&lt;/span&gt;. I am a year older now. I hope nothing much for this year. Good health and a great career ahead. May everything runs smoothly not just for me but also for my family and my dear friends ( which includes you too! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-8429087192547099200?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/8429087192547099200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=8429087192547099200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/8429087192547099200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/8429087192547099200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodbye-come-too-soon.html' title='Goodbye Come Too Soon'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-1594018662838202312</id><published>2007-03-13T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:00:21.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Farewell to Me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the gang ( Siew Hong, Joanne, Wahab, Cole and Wendy ) treated me with a farewell lunch ( err...does that include my birthday lunch? ) at Pizza Hut, Wangsa Maju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in case some of you does not know, I am leaving my current company and will be venturing in a wholly new field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/418557815/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/418557815_317ec0d7ca.jpg" width="500" height="376" alt="But Adults Pay" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;This a brochure appeared on my table...But, we are no kids to enjoy this promotion!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/418557816/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/418557816_b84d9394ac.jpg" width="500" height="376" alt="Deciding" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;While everyone busy deciding what to eat, I...what else? Snapping pictures lar!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/418557822/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/418557822_1e7596d66e.jpg" width="500" height="376" alt="Tough Decision" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;The gentlemen cracked their heads together facing the menu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/418557819/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/418557819_85381e5cf0.jpg" width="376" height="500" alt="Joanne" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;One for the album! Thank you, Joanne!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/418573178/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/418573178_2dcc204598.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Bucket of Chickens" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apart from the pizzas where having, Siew Hong also ordered a bucket of this ( since KFC is next door! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! By the way, I am most likely won't be blogging as often as I used to since I will most likely be online all the time. That does not mean that I will stop blogging though. I will continue but, as I mentioned, not that often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-1594018662838202312?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/1594018662838202312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=1594018662838202312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/1594018662838202312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/1594018662838202312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2007/03/farewell-to-me.html' title='Farewell to Me'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-5059447653847933824</id><published>2007-03-11T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T09:56:36.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The 5 Reasons Why I Blog</title><content type='html'>If I did not click on Technorati, I would not know that &lt;a href="http://jochoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/5-reasons-why-i-blog.html"&gt;Jo&lt;/a&gt; had me tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think I never really reveal the reason why I blog throughout my 3 years time of blogging around, did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;For D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the main reason why I blogged. I have known her for 10 years during my high school years. Bestest friend I ever have! She pursue her Master in UK and I thought the best way to let her know what I was up to is to have a blog. And for that, I think she know's I'm still very much ' alive '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Learn Codings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned it from Cole. If it was not for him I'd be as blind as a bat and as clueless as myself! Trust me, he's the most patient teacher after Big Cat. It is no easy task teaching me because I am a slow learner afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memories&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to keep my memories alive for many years to come. Then, when I get a bit older and crankier, I can show it to my grandchildren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friendship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not in the list if it was not for some good bloggers I'd come to known for quite some time now. Thanks so much to each and everyone who links me. I hope to keep in touch with everyone ( as much as I can ) even if when I am going to be offline and most probably not blogging as often as I used to as I will be switching to a new environment with my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Photography&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got addicted to it every since I saw &lt;a href="http://aprilcherrie.com/"&gt;Cherrie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://smashpop.net/"&gt;SmashpOp&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://rames.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rames&lt;/a&gt;'s great techniques. They've always been inspirational to me. From their works I think I have improved quite a bit and I personally think that my specialty are close-ups, motions and potraits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-5059447653847933824?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/5059447653847933824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=5059447653847933824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/5059447653847933824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/5059447653847933824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2007/03/5-reasons-why-i-blog.html' title='The 5 Reasons Why I Blog'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12470588.post-370578500475216422</id><published>2007-03-09T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:45:44.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Overcome with Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coffee81/414289329/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/414289329_613ae5f120.jpg" width="500" height="376" alt="Her Fingers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny was overcome with emotions last Wednesday, when I took one day off from work and spent some time with her in the big city. She had not been to city for almost 5 years because her legs are not allowing her to walk any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do not get me wrong when I said she cried. I did not intend to. It just happened. Why? Well...simple. I was in the midst of resigning and she knows it. Like I said, the location and the travelling which will eventually lead me to coming home late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just so used to having me home early. Although I had my moods after coming home from work, but she likes having me around because most elderlies are afraid of loneliness. This is exactly what happened to my granny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing us home early can be the most happiest thing to have happened for her in a day. If I was her, I can totally understand how she feels. That is why me and Big cat is trying to come up with a solution to keep our granny occupied and not to be lonely at all times. Trust me. We are working on a solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is me...the way I am...the way I want...forever...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12470588-370578500475216422?l=coffee81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/feeds/370578500475216422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12470588&amp;postID=370578500475216422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/370578500475216422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12470588/posts/default/370578500475216422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee81.blogspot.com/2007/03/overcome-with-emotions.html' title='Overcome with Emotions'/><author><name>coffee81</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362364261992252326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08035655061610207272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>