<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531</id><updated>2011-09-09T04:06:30.543+08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='FACTS'/><category term='inspired'/><category term='sensitivity'/><category term='from'/><category term='HISTORY'/><category term='pain'/><category term='religion'/><category term='zzzz'/><category term='dream'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='stories'/><category term='love'/><category term='friend'/><category term='APRIL FOOL'/><title type='text'>Little steps, long Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>...explored, felt, kept and shared....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-3067009897963720961</id><published>2011-09-09T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T03:39:26.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Outing after 4 Years!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The past Eid-fitr holiday, my dearest and closest friends and considered family, Brenda and my foster mum from Thailand, Kanchana &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(for some reason, I keep on calling her aunt even when she called me son ahahaha)...&lt;/span&gt; It was our first outing together after 4 years busy attending to our own business... We went for some (a-lot actually) "shabu-shabu" a.k.a Steamboat dinner at Hornbill Steamboat... I think it was my 2nd time going there since my class reunion &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(aahahaha shame on me)&lt;/span&gt;... This was my first time with them though and yes, we enjoyed, although it was a short outing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQs4NNpyeGs/Tmj_nZiFV9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/wh4nhMIeuGY/s1600/NokiaX3-020737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQs4NNpyeGs/Tmj_nZiFV9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/wh4nhMIeuGY/s320/NokiaX3-020737.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I call this "Decorative Indulgence"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5R4n61oEBw/TmkAa40DfaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cIORGguq208/s1600/NokiaX3-020738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5R4n61oEBw/TmkAa40DfaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cIORGguq208/s320/NokiaX3-020738.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is for the soup... nyum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8TuxsW3w8s/TmkBDiiFR9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/jL8COXCDpIA/s1600/NokiaX3-020741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8TuxsW3w8s/TmkBDiiFR9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/jL8COXCDpIA/s320/NokiaX3-020741.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our Little 'BOAT'... Hehehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We ate, and ate, and shared stories about the whole four years of our life... I know there was more to tell, but for a night, its not enough... It was like living in a movie... hahahaha....There was suspense, laughter, sadness, to make it short, everything came in... Each chapter changed accordingly with the food... Ngehehehe... Being a food freak, its a must... ahahhaha.... And Here are the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; V.I.Ps&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... and again food.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I SCREAM FOR UNLIMITED ICE CREAM!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ehyyfLbp4k/TmkHpxfJUjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qRNpcudvg2U/s1600/NokiaX3-020739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ehyyfLbp4k/TmkHpxfJUjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qRNpcudvg2U/s320/NokiaX3-020739.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aunt &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Kanchana&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt; Brenda&lt;/span&gt; with their warm and welcoming smiles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqOWMd1TFzI/TmkIe731MQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ePv0qbIDE5c/s1600/NokiaX3-020742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqOWMd1TFzI/TmkIe731MQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ePv0qbIDE5c/s320/NokiaX3-020742.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not forgetting me and 'ma'.. hihihi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVlfDVbZh90/TmkJSEO712I/AAAAAAAAAKY/IsOj6WV8Tlg/s1600/NokiaX3-020745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVlfDVbZh90/TmkJSEO712I/AAAAAAAAAKY/IsOj6WV8Tlg/s320/NokiaX3-020745.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's always a candid somewhere in every event&lt;br /&gt;And This was for the &lt;u&gt;ICE CREAM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Talking about the ice cream we had that night, with my ice cream scooping and the unlimited ice cream scoop, I made a huge mountain of delicious snowballs.... ahahahah.... there was one more flavor that we did not take.. We saw everyone waiting in line behind us looking kindda nervous looking at us scooping the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; size in compares to everyone else there...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING: The images below might cause cravings for ice-cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjOLbIXAeAg/TmkNr83mDLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KYejosD6ykI/s1600/NokiaX3-020743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjOLbIXAeAg/TmkNr83mDLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KYejosD6ykI/s320/NokiaX3-020743.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and this was the reason everyone freaked out... ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;NOTE: We were the only ones using plates, the rest, soup bowls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjHyHFwlR6o/TmkOTSvYjXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aieHaY_zQN0/s1600/NokiaX3-020746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjHyHFwlR6o/TmkOTSvYjXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aieHaY_zQN0/s320/NokiaX3-020746.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SMILE... Pity, there was enough space for the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STRAWBERRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;ICE CREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After Dinner, we head off to Boulevard to get mum a hula hoop... Nothing much here but window shopping and try outs... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVwUgT-1jBU/TmkRIk0RICI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gwRhaBZDQRM/s1600/NokiaX3-020747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVwUgT-1jBU/TmkRIk0RICI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gwRhaBZDQRM/s320/NokiaX3-020747.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was their first attraction n picture 'port' ahahah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwzk3hcwDno/TmkSGTwvIRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/coLkr3PmUJ8/s1600/NokiaX3-020748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwzk3hcwDno/TmkSGTwvIRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/coLkr3PmUJ8/s320/NokiaX3-020748.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The food was on the way downstream..... hehehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVM3SEMtmuk/TmkSuEfzKqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HzPpGqac0f4/s1600/NokiaX3-020749.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVM3SEMtmuk/TmkSuEfzKqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HzPpGqac0f4/s320/NokiaX3-020749.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The mall was too glaring... Thus the glasses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s a mum was looking and giggling at us crazily posing for the camera, soon after, she called her family&lt;br /&gt;and did what we did.... one for their album... ahahah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jM9ndMYIdfY/TmkThFNvd9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/x_ZgEPbgg7I/s1600/NokiaX3-020750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jM9ndMYIdfY/TmkThFNvd9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/x_ZgEPbgg7I/s320/NokiaX3-020750.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The food wasn't enough... tsk tsk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sys--_uo2pU/TmkUJfjGrSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZrA3-FK-cSg/s1600/NokiaX3-020751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sys--_uo2pU/TmkUJfjGrSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZrA3-FK-cSg/s320/NokiaX3-020751.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO COMMENT&lt;/b&gt;.... ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvn8G6SKZgA/TmkU---IBWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OVLU8lGoth4/s1600/NokiaX3-020752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvn8G6SKZgA/TmkU---IBWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OVLU8lGoth4/s320/NokiaX3-020752.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bear has lots of friends... Since its opening, no one dared taking him home&lt;br /&gt;RM999.90 i guess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I guess, this is the last picture and "journey" for now, we went back, Brenda a.k.a &lt;i&gt;'girl misi'&lt;/i&gt; will be working in the morning. The journey did not stop here though, a few days later, we went for another outing... More to a trip and picnic... Heheheh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-3067009897963720961?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3067009897963720961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=3067009897963720961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3067009897963720961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3067009897963720961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-outing-after-4-years.html' title='1st Outing after 4 Years!!!!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQs4NNpyeGs/Tmj_nZiFV9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/wh4nhMIeuGY/s72-c/NokiaX3-020737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-5664035723438465787</id><published>2011-09-06T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T03:13:54.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been trying to post this for almost the entire week, and I finally manage to get good internet connection. So, let's skip the intro... Hehehe... &amp;nbsp;I'd like to wish :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Happy Eid fitr to all my Muslim friends and all Muslims out there...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;May this Month of Syawal brings great happiness and blessings to you and your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fM2OV7M57k0/TmUPSXNac5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/G7Ft5VD2DcA/s1600/NokiaX3-020755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fM2OV7M57k0/TmUPSXNac5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/G7Ft5VD2DcA/s320/NokiaX3-020755.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;This is my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; first &lt;/span&gt;Raya card I get from a friend of mine...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; Thanx Mira&lt;/span&gt;... ahahahaha I was so excited that I posted it in facebook and my tumblr... ahahaha ... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Thanx Again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-5664035723438465787?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5664035723438465787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=5664035723438465787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/5664035723438465787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/5664035723438465787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fM2OV7M57k0/TmUPSXNac5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/G7Ft5VD2DcA/s72-c/NokiaX3-020755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-4234076602793790540</id><published>2011-08-20T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T03:16:59.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zzzz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Just X get it</title><content type='html'>This is just a short post.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much actually, but the fact that am trying to lead a normal life, and a care free life without any boundaries, somehow more likely &amp;nbsp;to be like a dream.....although I am really aware of it's presence...  But the fact that the boundaries, or should i say barrier is really kind of annoying and injustice, starts making me pissed off and really x know how to get away from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that every time you're trying to get loose from it, then, it starts haunting u back, barking at u, always saying that it was yours to blame, where as it is actually their decision and also an agreement made... But still, you just can't get loose from it, but leaving them making you as an excuse... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really sad when people starts using you against yourself... Questioning everything and every inch of your life, and whenever you try doing the same, then, it would backfire you instead....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't we do back? when we get too much of a slap in the face? Every time we do try hitting back, it would just be another POINT that will be used in the next encounter of another chapter... and i bet this one would also be another.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing specific, I just saw sumthing that i was questioned, got mad, and talked about, done by the questioner... And its no fun or fair at all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-4234076602793790540?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4234076602793790540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=4234076602793790540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/4234076602793790540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/4234076602793790540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-x-get-it.html' title='Just X get it'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-1675401513734298101</id><published>2011-05-20T11:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T15:00:52.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HISTORY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensitivity'/><title type='text'>If I were a leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-2uoYRA7aw/TdXxUoFwVAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Y2iwGYpFARg/s1600/6fdb634abd1ad17d88a5e5055108030c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px; text-align: center; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-2uoYRA7aw/TdXxUoFwVAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Y2iwGYpFARg/s200/6fdb634abd1ad17d88a5e5055108030c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608654247621055490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Recently I was really shocked about the act and decision of a party leader concerning wanting and ready for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'PERANG SALIB'&lt;/span&gt; between the two different religion here. In my opinion, his decision is too immature. Just by reading a single source and a blog concerning the issue of  "Christianity to be the national religion in Malaysia", he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;jumped out into giving the idea of war...you rock old man.. (nah, ur plain senile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no source or what so ever about the blog, but still, his action is beyond rationale. Imagine his ager is only towards a single person voicing his opinion and he goes gaga all over it. Being a Sarawakian, Bornean people, I am used to the fact of living in a state of which everybody is free to believe in what they believe in. Muslims as they are, Buddha, Hindu, and even Christians. All of us stay together, mix together, and still, we achieve harmony. As I recall, there is not once a rebel or demonstration about religious dissatisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue began with the publishing by Berita Harian on "CHRISTIAN AS NATIONAL RELIGION", stating that all Christian leaders wanting to form a government based on Christianity. Then came the Blog, and the issue of this leader of a party (&lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/164179"&gt;http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/164179&lt;/a&gt;) wanting war. It's MALAYSIA for God's sake...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We are formed in such diversity of people, of many races, many religion. And we all have agreed that Islam is the national religion for the Peninsular, and for Borneo island, the people are free to believe in what they practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Taken from a blog in multiply (&lt;a href="http://naspazi.multiply.com/journal/item/509/PEMBETULAN_SEJARAH_MALAYSIA_-_Haji_Julaihi_Haji_Suut"&gt;http://naspazi.multiply.com/journal/item/509/PEMBETULAN_SEJARAH_MALAYSIA_-_Haji_Julaihi_Haji_Suut&lt;/a&gt;). The author mentioned from the 20-Points of Agreement in Sabah and the 18-point of agreement in Sarawak, September 16, 1963:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;POINT 1: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“While there was no objection to Islam being the national religion of Malaysia there should be no State religion in North Borneo, and the provisions relating to Islam in the present Constitution of Malaya should not apply to North Borneo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This was one of the agreements made during the declaration of formation and given name of MALAYSIA on 16th September 1963 (*note: NOT INDEPENDENCE DAY) its the actual birth date of Malaysia. Quoted:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="font-size: 15pt; color: black; "&gt;Arkib Negara dan www.heritage.gov.my:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Percantuman Sabah, Sarawak dan Singapura dengan Persekutuan Tanah Melayu telah melahirkan sebuah negara baru iaitu Malaysia. Bendera Malaysia telah dikibarkan dengan resminya (rasminya) di seluruh negara untuk melambangkan lahirnya Malaysia pada 16 September, 1963.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;Okay, I think am going out of the topic for a moment there, but all i am saying, there is no need of war... People make things just for selling (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and i mean u LOCAL NEWS PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;) news should be on facts, not made up and add up stories. You talk about truth, when you are actually telling lies (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'ooh, it's a white lie, it won't harm anyone'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THE HELL you did&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;This shows how cheap your virtue and ethics are. You have the chance to shape the world into a better place, but you make it a hell, and u wonder and sigh about it in the end of the day wondering and starting to blame other people whom you think is responsible for it... Then, the next day, your hate made you write about that person you hate... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THAT's PROFESSIONAL indeed...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it worsens, and all the politicians have nothing to think and are out of ideas... Here's one decision that everybody is afraid of... Nope, its not war, its much better (i think) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Set Borneo free...&lt;/span&gt; let them lead their own&lt;/span&gt;. But there will be no restriction on who wants to stay or leave. It was and forever be an open state(s) where you are free to believe and practice what you believe. Its not about ego or pride, but open your eyes and really see it... Give it a try and stay there for a week, not as a vacation though, but to live as one community, then, you go back to where you're from... Then, it is for you to think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;Before we go off, do read this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naspazi.multiply.com/journal/item/509/PEMBETULAN_SEJARAH_MALAYSIA_-_Haji_Julaihi_Haji_Suut"&gt;http://naspazi.multiply.com/journal/item/509/PEMBETULAN_SEJARAH_MALAYSIA_-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/164179"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/164179&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-1675401513734298101?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1675401513734298101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=1675401513734298101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/1675401513734298101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/1675401513734298101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-i-were-leader.html' title='If I were a leader'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-2uoYRA7aw/TdXxUoFwVAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Y2iwGYpFARg/s72-c/6fdb634abd1ad17d88a5e5055108030c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-3772015742126745859</id><published>2011-04-01T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:44:54.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever encountered a situation that after numbers of countless points you made, then the only feedback was "hey, please check ur grammar....."?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Have you ever encountered a situation that after numbers of countless points you made, then the only feedback was "hey, please check ur grammar....."?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/fDpQWO"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-3772015742126745859?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3772015742126745859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=3772015742126745859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3772015742126745859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3772015742126745859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-you-ever-encountered-situation.html' title='Have you ever encountered a situation that after numbers of countless points you made, then the only feedback was &amp;quot;hey, please check ur grammar.....&amp;quot;?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-8859662063166328738</id><published>2011-04-01T13:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:07:35.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APRIL FOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FACTS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HISTORY'/><title type='text'>APRIL FOOL's HISTORY????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A friend of mine went through n browsing blogs until she found this blog.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anastasyea.com/2011/04/april-fools-day-kenali-dengan-lebih.html"&gt;http://www.anastasyea.com/2011/04/april-fools-day-kenali-dengan-lebih.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What am about to say here is that please, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;know the real facts and get it right before deciding to make it a hot issue&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Things like this are sensitive&lt;/span&gt;..... I don't like people messing around with things which they do mindlessly.... before jumping to conclusion, try.... please do try to think rationally... not sensibly.... If what you say be wrong, then what would you answer to HIM.....? If its right, then God forbid.... you're safe..... but please, try to stay away from slander or 'fitnah'. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are all uncertain about everything.... We always say that God knows everything and all knowing, but we tend to act as if we know more than HIM..... is that correct thing to do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't judge out of hate..... God never thought to hate.... only we hate..... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and if u hate, please DON'T bring other innocent people to hating.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know if she approved my comments but this what i said to her... and there's a link from a fellow muslim friend who straighten things up .... I salute you for what you have done....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Salam... I come and comment as a fellow Malaysian friend..... I find your statement is quite a bit of one point perspective and offensive...... Please.... am a Christian, and I'm no racist.... I would like to share what you consider as what we made up during april's fool.... try reading this from your very own fellow Muslim brother... remember, don't hate...just because we all are different,  we both know that our religion forbids that.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;He quoted :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;1. ..."the Muslims there were on the 'Taqwah' (God Fearing and Pious) of Islam".... in Spain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;2. ..."consider the historic fact that Muslim Spain ended on the 12th of January in the Christian year of 1492 A.D. yet 'April Fool's Day was not heard of until over fifty years later."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;3. ..."Muslim Spain began to deteriorate at the time of Ibn Seenah and others who were beginning to use their logic in place of Divine Revelation of Allah. Some were very interested in the Greek and Roman philosophies and concepts and began to try to 'rethink' Islam much the same as some 'modernists' are doing today..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;4. ..."If you have received such a letter it is your duty in front of Allah to write back to those who also received it and ask them to contact all of those on their lists and email the truth about this issue. And we should all fear a Day when we will stand in front of Allah and be asked about these matters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;If we don't do something about correcting the education of our beloved brothers and sisters in Islam, then everyday on the internet is MUSLIM FOOLS DAY.".....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;He is one of your fellow brothers, and i respect him for his deeds.... not only in Religion, but as man....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;try reading more of this here..:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.themodernreligion.com/misc/hoax/april-fool.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-8859662063166328738?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8859662063166328738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=8859662063166328738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/8859662063166328738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/8859662063166328738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools-history.html' title='APRIL FOOL&apos;s HISTORY????'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-461495014675548108</id><published>2010-11-14T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:34:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what will u do to a friend that 'cakap x serupa bikin'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;cakap x serupa bikin depends on what level... if its the offensive level, you bark back.... tegur terus... dalam keadaan marah... ahahah... kalau yang merapu tak pepasal.... you tegur bebaik..... mana tau dia ada problem yang melampau banyak and they dunno where to start... they mght need a help...~ so, not all kind of x serupa bikin nyer cakap adalah salah... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;CLICK HERE if you wanna ask me , something few things... and keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-461495014675548108?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/461495014675548108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=461495014675548108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/461495014675548108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/461495014675548108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-will-u-do-to-friend-that-x-serupa.html' title='what will u do to a friend that &amp;#39;cakap x serupa bikin&amp;#39;?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-4028959039984504575</id><published>2010-11-11T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:57:32.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;will i what? ahaha yet another question... ahahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;CLICK HERE if you wanna ask me , something few things... and keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-4028959039984504575?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4028959039984504575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=4028959039984504575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/4028959039984504575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/4028959039984504575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-you.html' title='will you.....?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-6445602594137632414</id><published>2010-11-10T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:10:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are u?introvert or extrovert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;BOTH!!!! ngiahahahahar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;CLICK HERE if you wanna ask me , something few things... and keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-6445602594137632414?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6445602594137632414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=6445602594137632414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/6445602594137632414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/6445602594137632414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-are-uintrovert-or-extrovert.html' title='what are u?introvert or extrovert.'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-9086735051642212985</id><published>2010-11-07T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:14:18.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Things you Hate About Everyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I Hate to Hate about everyone...~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;CLICK HERE if you wanna ask me , something few things... and keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-9086735051642212985?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9086735051642212985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=9086735051642212985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/9086735051642212985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/9086735051642212985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-things-you-hate-about-everyone.html' title='What Things you Hate About Everyone?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-4012783717963668225</id><published>2010-11-07T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:31:37.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what age u target u wants get marry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I'd say before 35... am not old... I have plans...~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;CLICK HERE if you wanna ask me , something few things... and keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-4012783717963668225?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4012783717963668225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=4012783717963668225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/4012783717963668225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/4012783717963668225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-age-u-target-u-wants-get-marry.html' title='what age u target u wants get marry'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-5354699621678550856</id><published>2010-11-07T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:30:13.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wondered which hurts the most: saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing, and wishing you had?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Saying something and wishing you had...cuz when u realise it, it might be too late...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;CLICK HERE if you wanna ask me , something few things... and keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-5354699621678550856?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5354699621678550856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=5354699621678550856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/5354699621678550856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/5354699621678550856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-you-ever-wondered-which-hurts-most.html' title='Have you ever wondered which hurts the most: saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing, and wishing you had?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-5668340444923800133</id><published>2010-11-06T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:22:12.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>name one country that u want to go, and why. hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;My oh my.... there's a LOT that i have in mind........ i really don't know which since you've limited it to one..... I'd say Thailand, Phuket....  I wan't to experience the cool n beautiful beach and other places..... secondly, of course for the FOOD!!!!.... aaarrrgghhhh am dying to taste lots of food there..... Next, I'd love to see the buildings.... the architectural value of those old days... they're kindda unique.... ( I know it's kinda lame to heart it from an architectural student) but i want to see the classics... Third, again, the food...... Fourth, I want to see the cultural value of the traditions, like the dance and the music.... i heard a few Thai instrumental song... and its breathtaking... I guess, shopping would be the last in my list... ahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, something few things... but keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-5668340444923800133?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5668340444923800133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=5668340444923800133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/5668340444923800133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/5668340444923800133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/name-one-country-that-u-want-to-go-and.html' title='name one country that u want to go, and why. hehehe'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-8492698075565199924</id><published>2010-11-06T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:30:36.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could be a star athlete in any sport, which sport would you pick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Swimming.... although i don't swim.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, something few things... but keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-8492698075565199924?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8492698075565199924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=8492698075565199924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/8492698075565199924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/8492698075565199924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-could-be-star-athlete-in-any.html' title='If you could be a star athlete in any sport, which sport would you pick?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-6641171984550242544</id><published>2010-11-02T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:12:15.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>camane nk pujuk boys nieh,,, !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;KAlau ikut steps ni, mudah mudahan boleh dipujuk....:~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Jangan serah diri begitu mudah~ kalau si abang tercinta merajuk sebab  dia mintak yang tak senonoh u tak kasi....jangan kasi jugak... ingat ur harga diri and maruah family... you are more than just that...lainla kalau bersuami isteri yer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Biar Diri menyejuk dulu baru pujuk~ sebabnya, boys ni panas baran ckit, walaupun selembut mana hati kitorang, ada panasnya.... kekadang bergantung kepada jenis kes yang sedang dialami....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jangan Cuba too much untuk pujuk ~ ada boys yang makin dipujuk, makin menjadi.... buat je kejap, biar dier sejuk,  pastu pujuk balik....penat tau nak pujuk kitorang... oversensitif..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jangan Kasi bunga~ ini akan melanggar pantang larang kemachoan lelaki... hal ini kerana we guys tend to be malu ckit bab2 menerima bunga ni... tambah lagi, xnak disamakan dengan BERUK, d becos kitorang pnya ego lagi tinggi dari beliau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jangan try being too cute~ pasal, u buat org marah or kecik ati, tapi x reti minta maaf.... instead tunjuk muka kiut... makin membara kot rasanya....(depending on guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Jangan ber'alololo' dkat public~ pasal, lelaki selalu nak tunjuk BOS... kalau u buat cam budak kecik, muka masam tu, makin ditarik dampai paras lutut.... haaa what to jadi later i dun know... peluk je... tp dalam Islam, i dgr, sentuh x leh kan? so, usahakan dengan mana2 steps yang diatas...bagi yang lain, okay kot... tp jangan sampai u dengar public people termuntah darah cukup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SILA amalkan dan cuba mana2 step diatas semula.... selamat mencuba....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, something few things... but keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-6641171984550242544?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6641171984550242544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=6641171984550242544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/6641171984550242544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/6641171984550242544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/camane-nk-pujuk-boys-nieh.html' title='camane nk pujuk boys nieh,,, !'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-4764661436395159046</id><published>2010-11-02T05:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T05:26:27.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the kindest thing someone has ever done for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Giving me a smile... Cuz Smile cures, and gives warmth... and you'll start smiling, and another gets ur smile and smile, and smile and smile.... lots of smile = lots of love... so smile....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, something few things... but keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-4764661436395159046?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4764661436395159046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=4764661436395159046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/4764661436395159046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/4764661436395159046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-kindest-thing-someone-has-ever.html' title='What&amp;#39;s the kindest thing someone has ever done for you?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-6232943857697213074</id><published>2010-11-02T04:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:12:17.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>ap yg kowg akn buat jika mama korg nk kawen kn kowg gn colan pilihan die ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Cakap baik baik, bukan nak 'durharka', atau taknak, tapi sebaiknya, biarlah cari sendiri, ikut kata hati sendiri, explore &amp;quot;CINTA&amp;quot; tu first hand, cakap yang u nak rasa the journey love before deciding to settle down..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau mama cakap, &amp;quot; mama nak menantu cepat...&amp;quot; u jawab, sebelum nak mendirikan rumah tangga, nak prepare dulu semua saving, kereta, rumah, duit kawen,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau mamam cakap &amp;quot;nak jugak pilihan mama..&amp;quot; u jawab, mama, kalau mama n mama dier paksa kawin, sedangkan dia pun belum tentu lg suka atau dia ada pilihan lain and adik ada pilihan sendiri jugak, takkan mama nak tengok kitorang masing2 sedih pasal takpat nak bina Mahliai impian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau mama cakap &amp;quot;mama nak cucu....&amp;quot; u jawab, mama, minumlah Anlene baik untuk tulang dan kesihatan, panjangla umur ckit... DUSH!!!! lau u jawab camni, memang mati aa lu... ahhaha.. camni, kalau kitorang dah kahwin secara jodoh, maksudnya dah secara paksa.. kalau dah paksa, mana nak ada anak pun secara paksa... kalau paksa2 tu, namanya rogol... sama gak mama takpat cucu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides mama, sekarang zaman modern, gaya hidup , keperluan semua lain... kalau dulu, memangla nak kena jodoh, internet takde, dulu pompuan tak sekolah dok kat dapur je... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lau mama cakap apa, kasitau i... ahahh....  sebaik2nya, ikut cakap mama, tp, pandai2la nego.... jadiakan ia win win situation....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, something few things... but keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-6232943857697213074?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6232943857697213074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=6232943857697213074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/6232943857697213074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/6232943857697213074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/ap-yg-kowg-akn-buat-jika-mama-korg-nk.html' title='ap yg kowg akn buat jika mama korg nk kawen kn kowg gn colan pilihan die ?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-2000990742174824362</id><published>2010-11-02T04:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T04:35:12.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colgate, darlie or fresh &amp; white? hahahahah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I prefer Colgate.... Long lasting fresh breath...... 2nd Fresh n white, 3rd, Darlie....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaimeJmy87?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, something few things... but keep it  environmental friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-2000990742174824362?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2000990742174824362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=2000990742174824362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2000990742174824362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2000990742174824362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/colgate-darlie-or-fresh-white-hahahahah.html' title='colgate, darlie or fresh &amp;amp; white? hahahahah.'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-7781793336753971252</id><published>2010-10-21T14:20:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:09:00.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>HATE THAT I LOVE YOU SO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SITUATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"My friend, 'A', has a bf. They kinda on and off and on and off.. They both hurt so much la. the boyfriend, last time kinda a 'flirt'er one.. til dis moment, my friend 'A' cant trust him 100%. but now, the problem is not only about the curiousness,bt then about how they treat each other. she told me last time, her bf raised his hand over her. but then he apologized to 'A' for being so rude. then ok back. but my friend is kinda likes to fight back or can be saying that influenced by how his bf treats her, if harsh, then she'll do back.&lt;br /&gt;I feel pity on her. she looks so confuse about her feeling. To hold on or to let go. I can see that they both hurt so much but then they love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They gone through hard times together, giving chances.. I guess the bf do loves his gf so much but he can't get rid off his lil 'bad' attitude - 'flirtting'. all these while, this bf willing to do anything for my friend. he being there when she's in hard times. but then at the same time, he hurts her so bad. forgot her birthday, forgot her favorite drink, forgot her father's name, bluffing at her, say something rude, still she loves him so much.. few nights ago, she told me that she's getting tired.. she's getting weak.. she's bleeding inside, but she couldnt let the love go.. because she loves so much and couldnt stop loving.. i guess the bf feels the same too but then sometimes, he didnt realize that he hurts her so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, i just wish them the best and be strong...=)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I say.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay... from all these.... i can say that... GUYS... they have a big big ego... take it from myself also, i realize it too... but not to that kinda of level... the good news is, He still loves her.... The bad news is, she will have to read between the lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You yourself have the answers here.... as you can see... He flirts.... But stay loyal to your friend... meaning to say that He loves her, but he can't fight his boyish nature to flirt, and be cheeky... guys are like dat... even though he may seem to flirt and see other girls, but he will always subconsciously reminds himself "Its impossible for me to get her (the one's he's flirting with or staring at) or coincidently meet her again....so why waste my time on wanting and blow sumthing that is here"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breaking up, being rough is normal.... both are behaving like that due to their history of breaking up.... both felt the pain and actually acts sarcastically between one and another... their rough and bad expression between them is actually their sarcastic way of saying... "you hurt me... am gonna hurt you" again ego sets both sides appart... and again, sumwhere in a room in them, there's a door leading to a "BUT....." room filled with words "... I LOVE HIM/HER"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting birthdays, are normal... for guys, its not that important... well, it is important, but guys seemed to be care less... Girls have lots and lots of favourites... and he might have the problem of what is what... ahahah.... Bluffing is a way guys trying to get cute.. its they way we joke... and in this case, being rude... is mainly ego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a movie: Forgetting Sarah Micheal or sumthing....... guys are like Vampires... and in this case, he is a Vampire.... It hurts him more to hurt her cuz when a vampire bites (kiss) the woman he loves, she die... and he will loose her... over and over again no matter how many times he falls in love... for vampires, its d curse... for humans, the curse is EGO.... remember i said guys have ego and its a huge ego.... well, that makes us hard to be sensitive and dunno how to express it but by anger..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so, tell ur friend this... but never let her tell him this... 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Am not that all knowing much about my religion. But all i can say is that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;THERE ISN'T ANY PROBLEM WITH RELIGION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;RELIGION NEVER MADE HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;RELIGION NEVER SAID WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;NO RELIGION WANTS ANYONE TO FIGHT, OR HATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;WHAT OF IT IS GOOD, WE SHOULD LEARN OF AND APPLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;WHAT OF IT IS BAD, WE SET ASIDE, AND STAY QUIET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;AND RESPECT FOR WHAT OTHERS BELIEVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;IT'S NOT THAT I WANT TO QUESTION ANY RELIGION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;OR EVEN NOT BELIEVE IN EVEN MY RELIGION,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;BUT SOMEWHERE, IN THOSE TIMES, OF WHICH WE NEVER KNOW,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;PEOPLE MIGHT HAVE MONOPOLIZE KNOWLEDGE, THAT THEY                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;MIGHT CHANGE THINGS OR WORDS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;OR MSG'S THAT GOD SPEAKS TO US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;EVEN TILL NOW, IN PRAYERS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;ALL OF US PRAY FOR GOD TO LEAD AND SHOW US &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;THE REAL PATH TO HIS WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;AND FOR THOSE WHO MISUNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;LEARN TO KNOW BEFORE U SPILL OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;THERE'S NO HARM IN LEARNING, COZ IT WILL LEAD TO                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;UNDERSTANDING... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;THEN, UNDERSTANDING LEADS TO RESPECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;KNOWING DOESN'T MEAN CONVERTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;NO ONE IS CERTAIN OF HOW THE CREATOR WORKS HIS CHARM, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;OR EVEN HIS PLANS FOR US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;THERE CAN BE SO MANY REASON OF WHY, WHAT, WHEN OR WHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;ALL OF US FIGHT ON WHO COMES FIRST,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;WHO OWNS WHAT, WHO'S BAD, WHO'S NICE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;BUT WE ALWAYS FORGET, EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW THAT  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;HE IS OUR CREATOR, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;HE CREATES ALL LIVING AND NON LIVING THINGS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;NIGHT AND DAY, AND THAT ALL THINGS HAVE THEIR OWN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;CONSEQUENCES, AND HAPPENS FOR A REASON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;THAT HE CAN BE ANYWHERE, AND MAY CONVEY HIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;MESSAGE IN ANY FORM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;THEN, AND HAVE YOU EVER EVEN HAVE A THOUGHT OF :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;"THERE'S SO MANY RELIGION, BUT YET, STILL ONE NAME IS USED."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;GOD CREATES EVERYTHING, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;SO DON'T U THINK THAT HE MIGHT CREATE RELIGIONS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;HE MIGHT CREATE IT TO SUIT OUR OWN WILL AND OUR OWN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;PERSONALITY, OUR OWN NEEDS IN BELIEVING IN HIM, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;NOT EVERYBODY ARE AT THE SAME IN THINKING, WE ARE    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;INDIVIDUALS, WE HAVE DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE. AND THAT IS   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;PROBABLY WHY HE MADE DIFFERENT RELIGIONS. FOR US TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;RESPECT, NOT ONLY AMONG OURSELVES, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;BUT, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;HOW WE ARE WILLING TO RESPECT HIM, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;BUT IN ANOTHER KIND OF VIEW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;NOT TO SAY THAT I'M CORRECT, BUT THIS IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;WHAT I THINK. I MYSELF AM NOT THAT PIOUS AND KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;MUCH ABOUT MY RELIGION, BUT AM LEARNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;AND I KNOW ALL OF US DO, NO MATTER WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;HAVE WE EVEN QUESTIONED EVERYTHING, AND THINK OF MANY POSSIBILITIES THAT WHY SUCH THINGS HAPPEN SO? LIKE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;CROSS WHICH MAY BE A SYMBOL OF CHRISTIANITY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;MOON AND STARS SYMBOLIZES ISLAM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;PEOPLE PRAISE, LOVE AND WORSHIP THE PROPHET MUHAMMAD S.A.W FOR SHOWING GOD IN THEIR EYES, A SAVIOUR. AND THAT LOTS OF SONGS LIKE ONES THAT MAHER ZAIN SINGS (MOST WITH THE PHROPHET'S NAME WAS MENTIONED, SO DO WE SAY THAT YOU WORSHIP HIM MORE THAN ALLAH S.W.T?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;PEOPLE PRAISE, LOVE N WORSHIP JESUS FOR SHOWING GOD IN THEIR EYES, A SAVIOUR. AND MADE SONGS FOR HIM ( AND DO WE SAY WE LOVE HIM MORE THAN GOD?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;OVERALL, THOSE WERE ALL OUR TRIBUTES, AND GRATITUDE, AND  HOW WE THANK THEM... SO, THERE;S NO WAY WE CAN ASSUME EACH OTHER'S RELIGION IS WRONG!!!!WE ARE ALL THE SAME, DOING THE SAME THINGS, BUT, IN DIFFERENT WAYS!!! OF WHICH WE FAIL TO GIVE THE CHANCE TO UNDERSTAND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;DON'T JUMP TO CONCLUSION AND ASSUMPTIONS THAT MAY LEAD TO CONFUSION AND HATE.IF UR IN DOUBT, ASK, AND YOU'LL BE GIVEN AN ANSWER. AGAIN, I MIGHT WANNA POINT OUT THAT, RELIGION HAS NO WRONGS OR FAULTS, ITS HUMANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;SO, FOR NOW, HOLD ON ON WHAT YOU BELIEVE, AND RESPECT OF WHAT OTHERS BELIEVE, UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;KNOW EACH OTHER, LOVE EACH OTHER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;P/S POLITICS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RELIGION... IF U HEAR OR READ ABOUT ANYTHING IN THE NEWS OR ANYBODY ELSE, REMEMBER, THE ONLY THING U MUST REFER TO WHEN YOUR IN DOUBT, IS GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-3101036187692871924?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3101036187692871924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=3101036187692871924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3101036187692871924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3101036187692871924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-to-ponder.html' title='THINGS TO PONDER'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-6834797648544785337</id><published>2010-07-25T20:02:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T02:15:17.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>A STORY OF A DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi, its been a while since I last blogged.... and the reason I blogged today is because I just had a sad dream about myself... I don't want the dream goes to waste and forgotten like any other dream that I ever had before.... Personally, I think it is a sad one though... I'll narrate it like a story for u to feel it okay....? And the names are just made up, the stories are added a little spice(as dreams tend to be like movies, not written to be read) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notice the highlighted words, it may come in handy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, here goes....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;THE CHASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I remembered like it was yesterday, the strong winds, and the rainy evening of what day i know not of. It was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;as if my days were repeating itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, day in and day out. So, as I walked down the streets against the rain, with head lay low. I heard, a soft and faint sound of music in the distance, playing, and coming closer to me. A sad Japanese song played in flute (and so i presume). When I looked up, I saw a green balloon with no strings attached to it, and the sound came from it.  It flew pass me, and I began chasing after it. I felt like chasing it for miles long, with reason that i don't know why. A melody, so sad, of which i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; remembered listening to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and again, I don't know where or when. But I'm sure I've heard it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; As far and as hard I  tried chasing it, my distance gets a lot further. Strangely enough,  I didn't stop, and usually I'd give up by then. But instead, I continued chasing after it whilst I raised my hand in reaching it. And after a moment, I slowed down, with my hand still trying to reach it. With the wind started blowing so strong and hard, that I thought that I had lost that strange green and sad musical balloon. The bright green balloon was almost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a glowing dot in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; stormy rain. My hand is still reaching for it. Without me noticing it, I started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mumbling words that I myself had never heard before. Words, like spells&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;( I know it sounds ridiculous, but towards the end, you'll see) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  I  began to cast that so called spell even louder fighting the sound of the storm, with arm still reaching out for the balloon (to my dismay, no sparks what so even comes out from my hands, like what we normally see in tv). The balloon was out of sight! I began to give up, and was on my knees. The storm settled down and drizzled. Just before I stood up, I heard a particular sound again."The balloon!" (my heart shouted). And I quickly looked up. And there it was, the Green strange balloon with music, floating its way to me, and into my hands. I brought it home with me, unattached to any strings, just floating alongside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ANGIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;     Months passed since the chase, and now, still with me, the balloon, playing music all day long. Its as if its alive, or given life to. To have such characteristic of a living object, its a little strange ain't it? Well, thats what you think. You'll know in the end. But for now, keep on reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;     Greeny (I would say I named him so) and I became so close with each other,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;he is like a friend, a dear friend to me, as if I grew with him as a child till now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; We did so much things together, playing in the parks, laughing and telling jokes, and most of the times, we go to the park, to tell stories to kids. You see, I love telling stories, stories, of all sorts. And every time I tell stories, Greeny would play music, according to the types of story, from happy to sad, horror to fairy tales,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;without me even telling him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;what story I would tell for the day. And as always, the kids were impressed and happy and would come for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; One day, as I was telling a story  to the kids, I can't help noticing a little girl, standing peeking out from the bushes about half a meter away. She was always there, but I just came to notice her recently. She was in old clothes, some sort of a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;plain white&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;colour, but faded by dirt. She has hazel eye or medium dark brown.She would sit there alone, without shade, and every time when I was about to finish my story, she was gone before I could meet her. And I would walk home thinking day and night of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;     But not long after that, I bumped into her in the streets, she couldn't escape this time. I brought her to the nearest cafe, and ordered her some chocolate milk, and a few muffins. Greeny was there too, and the girls eyes were set on greeny, then back at me. Greeny, then me. She might have the thought that "what kind of person at this age, would play with a balloon?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To break the ice, I asked her her name. At first, she was reluctant to tell us her name, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; after a few moments, she looked up and said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"ANGIE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and smiled. I asked her where she lives, and she replied,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"EVERYWHERE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; which kept me puzzled but did not bother to ask again, afraid to offend her very small heart. Who were her parents never came into mind, as if she was an orphan. Homeless.  So I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;took her home to my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and treated her like my own sister. We laughed and played games a lot, giggles till the end of our lungs, when greeny started making silly sound. And that is how I met Angie, the three of us became close friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;THE LETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;received a letter today, and it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;was from the University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(which I don't know), telling me that I'll be registering in a few weeks time. And from here on, I knew, that Greeny can't come with me, and that i'll be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;leaving both Greeny and Angie all by themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I turned to them one day and said "I'll be leaving the both of you, and it might be a long trip". She said nothing much but looked down, greeny said nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  On the day that I departed, leaving Greeny to Angie, I said that i'll write and we meet again someday soon, as they chased my cab along the way, till the cab was fast enough for them not catching up. I reached 2 hours later at the University. And University life began at the very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; moment I stepped foot out of the cab. Everything is hectic here, submission here n there day and night. But I always spend a time to write letter to them, and would always receive back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(and that was all I remembered in my dream, but it began with another scene and there wasn't Angie or Greeny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;SIGNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;    It was for a week or more(or so I think), of what day, or time, or place, I didn't know or remembered, I woke up blurred, not knowing anything. As if I was shut down, the whole body and mind. I couldn't remember the last thing that I've done or was doing. But i kept that aside, and went on with my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was when I went to a public space (again i don't know where) I started noticing stuffs, of which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I've seen and done, and also some stuffs that was also new to me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The surroundings, the environments. Which made me remembered a few things in mind. Then, I saw a balloon, which reminded me of Greeny. I held it in my hands, and there wasn't any sound coming out of it. And then, I started seeing things, an image of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;familiar girl inside the balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I thought I was going crazy, but she was in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  Another thing I started noticing is that, I'm actually living life that I once had before. I entered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; the University, with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;mom waving at me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;as I went through this long dark tunnel, with only a green colour (maybe a leave's green colour reflection). In white T's and a tracksuit. I was in tears as I walked through the tunnel, I didn't know what tears were those, tears fell as I began to finally flashback on things that I have went through, my past, and that I was living it again at that moment. It was beautiful yet touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;REALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  As I reached towards the end, things got even clearer. I went to this registration hall, where I saw my aunt, registering people. And on her desk there was a camcorder, I waved at the cam corder  and noticed that there wasn't my picture in it, not even my reflection but a scary face of a lady, long hair with fangs and all... I hurriedly walked by. My aunt noticed me looking at her, and she waved me goodbye. I started thinking of something that everybody might want to avoid thinking of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;    I noticed I wasn't breathing nor blinking, but just crying with tears as big as a rain drop. My eyesight was blurry, and I can see through my hands and body. And the worst just hap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pened&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I AM DEAD..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My blankness when I woke up, was actually the day that I died. People say that for a week: your soul lingers around as it leaves you body on the day you die, doing things as if your still alive. And that when mom waving, was actually a wave of goodbye from her as my coffin left the house. The dark tunnel and the glowing end was actually a path to the afterlife. And that Greeny was actually my past life and Angie was an angel sent to guide me through the whole week of my death life and leaving them, was me leaving to meet him. The registration of students was actually my death registration day. And that was the day when I know I was dead....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;E.N.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  P/S:  I really don't know what to say after having this dream, but all the while, towards the end, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; was crying real bad, and that the crying continued till I woke up, sobbing, and I started writing this as I wanted to remember how life and death might be.... You may interpret this differently but this was what i felt.Well, we never know we just have to hold on to it. Keep your faith strong no matter who and where you are or what you believe, you just have to hold on to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-6834797648544785337?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6834797648544785337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=6834797648544785337&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/6834797648544785337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/6834797648544785337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-its-been-while-since-i-last-blogged.html' title='A STORY OF A DREAM'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-2782671091203618484</id><published>2010-02-27T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:10:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMPTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wendyusuallywanders.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sigh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 486px;" src="http://wendyusuallywanders.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sigh1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been 3 weeks of emptiness in me.... I don't know what it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't feel like eating, sleeping, going out nor into anything else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't figure out the problem am having till today.... I'm still blur of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I wish i knew so that everything would be okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; There are so many possibilities... Well... Some of it which has been highlighted the most is my LOVE life...  Well, i dunno... and i wish i could discuss more on this... but well, that's maybe another page to be filled.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For now, let it be and I'd try thinking about it before I end up making the wrong information...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-2782671091203618484?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2782671091203618484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=2782671091203618484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2782671091203618484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2782671091203618484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/empty.html' title='EMPTY'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-3972888135981045576</id><published>2010-02-18T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:50:44.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year ( Year of the TIGER)!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to wish all of my Chinese friends, and all Chinese around the world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Happy Chinese New Year 2010..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May the year of the Tiger brings you prosperity (well not McDonald's Prosperity burger), good health all year round..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too bad i wasn't able to visit any of my Chinese friends this year.... *SOBS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, there's always next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But be warned, I WANT MY RED PACKETS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-3972888135981045576?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3972888135981045576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=3972888135981045576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3972888135981045576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3972888135981045576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-year-of-tiger.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year ( Year of the TIGER)!!!!!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-2698261451098872581</id><published>2010-02-18T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:23:04.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.... Brain jam....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I couldn't think about anything today!!!! Gosh!! Worked my ass out thinking of merchandise to be given out.!!!!!! And even worst, every time I start working it out... it won''t get together!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;It's a  charm bracelet, well, in this case, for an event for my faculty.... course dat is... My studio, became the organizer, and we really nid to kick our asses off... and for me, I'm in charge for merchandise, or souvenirs.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;With a budget of RM2, I couldn't even figure out what possible things that i can make...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;well, enough nagging, I think i should be starting on my design......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-2698261451098872581?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2698261451098872581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=2698261451098872581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2698261451098872581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2698261451098872581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored-brain-jam.html' title='Bored.... Brain jam....'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-639093083686908284</id><published>2010-02-18T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:10:25.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>V.A.L.E.N.T.I.N.E.S.D.A.Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fa.univision.com/attachments/univision/imagenes/638185/1/2RedHearts-2Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fa.univision.com/attachments/univision/imagenes/638185/1/2RedHearts-2Roses.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 293px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This is my first post here, for the beginning of a New Year 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Wishing all the best of luck, may God Bless, and a prosperous New Year, all year round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;V.A.L.E.N.T.I.N.E.S.D.A.Y ~ What is it to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Many have their own point of view about this particular and special day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But how special can it get? What is the actual meaning of it...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Some Might think its to celebrate with their beloved, may it be husband to wife, couple to couple, and maybe friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Valentines day can be said as universal.... no matter how old, race, who, where and what religion you are, there's no harm of celebrating.... Well, it depends on HOW you celebrate it.... Some might make it a special and sweet cards and gifts.... Some, express it more physically, and when you do, just remember, be safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Valentines day is made just for the sake of making love between two people to be special.... Nothing more but to make and as a remembrance that, its a day of celebrating love not only between couples, but universally, making an unseen bond between mankind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Well, if you have something to say or comment about this, please feel free to do so.. Have a pleasant Valentines WEEK....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;~XOXOXOXOXOXO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-639093083686908284?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/639093083686908284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=639093083686908284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/639093083686908284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/639093083686908284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentinesday.html' title='V.A.L.E.N.T.I.N.E.S.D.A.Y'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-7755785193521042283</id><published>2009-11-24T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:21:55.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been a while since i posted my last one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today is quite a normal boring day for me... Awaiting my flight back home this coming 26th... hey its in TWO DAYS time... but... the wait was a long six days wait... Hmmm... Everything was the normal routine of waking up, games, house cleaning.. then sleep.... Eating was also more of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407597496114013410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/SwulRaQq5OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7XFkRk4pDT4/s200/Happy+Christmas....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant't believe in a few weeks time, i'll be busy preparing for CHRISTMAS!!! And u know what's dat special thing about it....? SHOPPING.....! GATHERING..! PRESENTS...!!! Ngahahahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, some say I'm a little too old for present... but hey...., am a GOOD BOY all year round... so why not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows that it might be a special one.... just make sure dat its not an arrange marriage by my parents.... am now listening to Christmas songs as i go along here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really LOVE christmas songs... and carols.... I always wanted to be in a Christmas choir... but am too shy... but again... i love singing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing better than celebrating with your family... Gosh! I miss them more even as i speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wel, blog in next tym.. till then... have an enjoyable vacation n holidays to you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-7755785193521042283?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7755785193521042283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=7755785193521042283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/7755785193521042283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/7755785193521042283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/SwulRaQq5OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7XFkRk4pDT4/s72-c/Happy+Christmas....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-8563661259908149956</id><published>2009-09-16T21:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:11:06.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Interesting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/SrDji74JqBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2YYpyPX2p1c/s1600-h/tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382051744036005906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/SrDji74JqBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2YYpyPX2p1c/s200/tongue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been an interesting day n month for me... who knows what wasi thinking and feeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let it just be my little secret.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-8563661259908149956?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8563661259908149956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=8563661259908149956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/8563661259908149956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/8563661259908149956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-interesting.html' title='Been Interesting....'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/SrDji74JqBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2YYpyPX2p1c/s72-c/tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-2500011318164100361</id><published>2009-06-22T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:12:40.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day from a distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;It’s been a while since I’ve blogged…. Well, its just an update for myself.. About my Mother’s day celebration…. I didn’t get the chance to celebrate it with my mom like any other years… being ‘overseas’ across the country, (well, state), studying….. But for me, everyday’s a mother’s day… It may seemed like odd and may be rare in the case of parents sharing problems with us, and us with them, but for me, my mom’s the best, and I bet, that your’s does too…. Well, in her way maybe…&lt;br /&gt; Every mother, people, to the exact, has different “patterns” which they hold on to themselves… and am glad that my mom is the way she is…. Either way, she’s our mom…. She’s a mother/companion/friend/everything you can describe….. well, I can’t actually express it all in words, but I know my feeling ‘s just like the way you know and felt  about your mother…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-2500011318164100361?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2500011318164100361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=2500011318164100361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2500011318164100361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2500011318164100361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/mothers-day-from-distance.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day from a distance'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-2976732934596452323</id><published>2009-04-16T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:34:05.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(^*&amp;%*% ~not sumthing bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you ever had thoughts that you sometimes have to do things that you really don't want to do, and i mean REALLY not wanting to do it... Well, it really ____! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thejimgaudet.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/shouting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We don't answer back when people say something bad, you faults, and everything that they feel if annoying to them..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(they're sensitive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If we were to say things about them as what they did, can they swallow it up like we do? Heck NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://littlepigletcafe.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/20050430-8304-kyle-scratching-his-head.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;                        We keep quiet a lot when we're in an arguement. And this makes us the guilty person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(they're blind)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We want to control ourself very hard that we won't want to make it a big browl.... and that we won't want to say things that might n will hurt them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rebeccaburns.com/rebecca/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/girl-scared-and-wet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We smile when people say stupid things about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(they're scared)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We know who we are, and what they lack, they want to make you look bad as they are scared and affraid to be alone in the dark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aww...Pity them... Want Mommy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/cza0746l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We smile when people stabb us in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(they're knife's blunt; they're just leeches)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That's because, there are more things that we undertand about us that they don't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and those who listen, i dunno.. just that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;you have your brain, try thinking for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325311073789840658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/SedONPeyjRI/AAAAAAAAACw/8TKJUU0CVbo/s320/ORLYowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;People thinkg that we don't share thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(so they think)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We're just giving them their moment's in life. Grab da spotlight. Never thinking what they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-2976732934596452323?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2976732934596452323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=2976732934596452323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2976732934596452323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2976732934596452323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-sumthing-bad.html' title='(^*&amp;amp;%*% ~not sumthing bad!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/SedONPeyjRI/AAAAAAAAACw/8TKJUU0CVbo/s72-c/ORLYowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-3551492802219371576</id><published>2009-04-16T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:13:01.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Never Judge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ac69afefd7178ef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ac69afefd7178ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331421235%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B72B658262D6E139013C3F57A3109B41C681BE0.F71A0D873CC8781C2BAEA95114E02B922F9524E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ac69afefd7178ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbB5zFZkDbwdL9Em0YQSHliZTXHM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ac69afefd7178ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331421235%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B72B658262D6E139013C3F57A3109B41C681BE0.F71A0D873CC8781C2BAEA95114E02B922F9524E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ac69afefd7178ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbB5zFZkDbwdL9Em0YQSHliZTXHM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Judges n audiences were laughing at her&lt;br /&gt;and give funny faces...&lt;br /&gt;Then she Stood up for herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-3551492802219371576?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9ac69afefd7178ef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3551492802219371576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=3551492802219371576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3551492802219371576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3551492802219371576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-judge.html' title='Never Judge...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-641208542249544382</id><published>2009-04-07T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:27:55.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember before Reminded...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Here's a tale or two, that i just heard and got within these days...Just last Saturday, my room mate went to an old folk's home for their Red Crescent activity and found out many kinds of story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no other story that interest me most of which, is about an old lady... Who's age was unknown... Who's life filled with nothing but determination, sorrow, hope and faith... And most importantly, her family...Who, esp a mother, would like to forget her family that easily, especially the one that she brought up and nurture, half of her life, day and night... without a slight thought of giving it up and leave it just like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It all began, with one son's story&lt;br /&gt;of his wife and new family,&lt;br /&gt;not liking her mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent his mommy, to an old folks home,&lt;br /&gt;of where she cried in an unsounded song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite his doings, his mommy keep strong.&lt;br /&gt;she prayed for him,&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't for a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would come and visit from time&lt;br /&gt;after so long&lt;br /&gt;on which he might have just took her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time of his visit, she would jump of joy,&lt;br /&gt;with her heart saying&lt;br /&gt;"am going home with my boy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those visits of his, just like others he made.&lt;br /&gt;talking and chatting,&lt;br /&gt;Later leave her begging, and always cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he pushed her, leaving bruise and cuts.&lt;br /&gt;Yet still this mother, still reasons and calm her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officers would carry her, with her sobbing and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;And never in her mind, would she shout out curses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Then came a dreadful day, of which she not know.&lt;br /&gt;Of her son's plan of taking what she owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She placed her inked finger on a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Not reading or think, what it is never differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His soft word for her of taking her home.&lt;br /&gt;has blurred her thought fill nothing but home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As whut he said; "mom, am taking you home.&lt;br /&gt;Lets pack all your clothes and leave the folks home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the gates of the institution&lt;br /&gt;he pushed his mom, without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell to the ground, with bruise and cuts.&lt;br /&gt;And tears rolling down with unexplainable thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officers came asked and found out.&lt;br /&gt;She was cheated off what she got,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;her house, her lands all~ no doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It was not even a year or so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;his son came by just "visiting" as thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He came and asked for her, they said with a smile, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"well sure, she's always here" who'd ever thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The place was bushy , filled with trees, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;he wondered why? someone tell me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They reached to her place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and said to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;There's your momma, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;pointing her tomb stone to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He's knees went shaking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;trembling and pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;in the heart of his, like he's going insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Tears of blood it's to late for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;said the officers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and left him for hours or two..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Her last words were these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"don't tell him sir, I beg you please"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;on her deathbed where she died in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I hope this story, would make you worry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;for the things you might have done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;especially to your mommy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She cried giving birth to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and that should be enough&lt;br /&gt;But please Not like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;For once is enough... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-641208542249544382?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/641208542249544382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=641208542249544382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/641208542249544382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/641208542249544382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-before-reminded.html' title='Remember before Reminded...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-2732487258688288322</id><published>2009-03-31T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:27:11.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad DAy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything has to be unfair...&lt;br /&gt;if not, nothing and no one would take notice on being fair!&lt;br /&gt;And this, not only i became the victim on the unfairness in life, but there's a few....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe FAIR?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair if the succeeded person, used you and everyone else for his/her achievement? In a way that, your supposed time of using the computer for research, on doing his research? Using materials that you've bought making something of his?&lt;br /&gt;For me there's nothing to be proud of and to respect for that someone's evil deeds for you...&lt;br /&gt;NO POINT!&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go and praise those who should be having the grades, by his/her own hard work...&lt;br /&gt;that's where the real work and effort which is a must to respect on...&lt;br /&gt;not some kind of BRAGGING, BABBLING, IRRITATING EGOIST&lt;br /&gt;who just can quite see his bad and ugly flaws...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sorry for the bad day~ing of your life reading, but something has just gotta be said...**&lt;br /&gt;and that's part of my journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i dont have to type any more of this.... in the NEW MONTH of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-2732487258688288322?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2732487258688288322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=2732487258688288322&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2732487258688288322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2732487258688288322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-day.html' title='Bad DAy...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-2446286760682757535</id><published>2009-03-29T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:51:12.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanx for feed back...~itu DuLu~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~itu DuLu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A long comment for now i see..Well, glad to be up service...But about the food that you mentioned (on the origin of it) i dun have any saying bout that, i don't do much reading... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A First hand knowledge is better than those passed through, esp when we Asians are of almost the same food... Spices and all...In a way that, different places, has different kinds of taste... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Adaptation of food is just making variations and setting different initials for every countries...Either way, where, when and what food it is, it gives identity, satisfaction and indulgence to every person....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Remember, first hand experience and knowledge is better than a single info given and read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;No offence, but to be safe.... Research by research...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We can't simply say that some things are ours, just like that, well, if it is, am proud of it... because, if we do, there might be a "food fight" and we wont want us to get caught in a "food mess" the politics is ever enough hactic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hee hee.. well, i do agree with one thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FOOD ROCKS! LIVE LIFE FOOD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-2446286760682757535?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2446286760682757535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=2446286760682757535&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2446286760682757535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2446286760682757535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanx-for-feed-backitu-dulu.html' title='Thanx for feed back...~itu DuLu~'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-3298707974441477199</id><published>2009-03-27T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:26:02.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUd~ GlOrIouS FooD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EATING is everyone's passion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can say that this is someone's passion by the request...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Those who say NO, think again.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You actually chose the option to control eating... not stop eating!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;( U stop, u'll surely go 'bye2")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Eating is an indescribable comparing to i dunno, Sleeping... Well, when u eats, you'll use all of ur senses....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Food that Brings up those senses are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thai Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mango Salad, beef salad, Pandan Chicken, Fish cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom Yum (Chicken, Beef, Seafood, Mix)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thai Sweet n Sour Fish (with mix fruit n vege; cucumber,pineapple, tomato, fresh chili,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pla Bo Ran (Deep fried fish, with mango salad dressing+nuts,+fish sauce + lime juice)-delish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pineapple fried rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green curry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dessert; sticky rice w mango slices and coconut cream.., Tako...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/ScxxAcLvzyI/AAAAAAAAACo/_nJOlRfyBII/s1600-h/stickyrice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/ScxxAcLvzyI/AAAAAAAAACo/_nJOlRfyBII/s320/stickyrice1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317749512397115170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Malaysia Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/ScxxAcLvzyI/AAAAAAAAACo/_nJOlRfyBII/s1600-h/stickyrice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi Kandar, Pattaya, Goreng Cina, Goreng kampung.... (dunno if kandar is malaysian o whut)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noodles: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laksa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; well, not to say that i wanna promote, but laksa Sarawak's d best (for me).... The noodles it uses, is Behoon(?) then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it taste sour, yet sweet. Hot n Spicy&lt;/span&gt;, and if u add 'sambal belacan' (fish or shrimp paste), you'll goo gaga!!!! There are also Laksa Penang, others, haven't got the chance to taste it...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/Scxt1h_UJvI/AAAAAAAAABY/n7roGiiVQFY/s1600-h/SP_A1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/Scxt1h_UJvI/AAAAAAAAABY/n7roGiiVQFY/s320/SP_A1025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317746026442139378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's 'ayam pansuh'.. chicken cubes cooked in a bamboo, mixed with lemon grass, salt, little water and stuffed tapioca leaves... soft , tender, juicy,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/Scxv3gE6BMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zVALFFNKMqY/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/Scxv3gE6BMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zVALFFNKMqY/s320/DSC00349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317748259311715522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then, there's 'Umai/umay', another food from sarawak, consist of raw fish, lime juice, chili, onions, garlic.... just like an appertizer...slurp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/Scxumi-y6zI/AAAAAAAAABg/wYdTLcgufJU/s1600-h/3350110219_74fe05f670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/Scxumi-y6zI/AAAAAAAAABg/wYdTLcgufJU/s320/3350110219_74fe05f670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317746868521986866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;These are the food for now, i hope you'll try it .... Get the recipes on line n try cooking it... But the best you can get is from the pro's themselves... Enjoy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope you like it ~itu dulu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-3298707974441477199?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3298707974441477199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=3298707974441477199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3298707974441477199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3298707974441477199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/fud-glorious-food.html' title='FUd~ GlOrIouS FooD!!!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/ScxxAcLvzyI/AAAAAAAAACo/_nJOlRfyBII/s72-c/stickyrice1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-7120150484373915068</id><published>2009-03-26T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:56:51.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanx for the complimets...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, (~itu dulu~)sometimes we put ourself first rather than thinking of other ppl first... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dats what I've come to realise from each n everyday i went tru, in fact we all need to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Simple things has big meanings in it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's a matter of time for us to actually realise and give way for it to speak itself out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's why there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Stop, Listen, Think and Act"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;for it applies not only to human relationships, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but also human values, the environment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;your pet, in short, EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.......Thanx Again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***but ~itu dulu~ sorry for not doing any blog bout the food tpic like u wanted... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my post are based on whut comes in mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i hope food comes by... sorry but thai food's to die for**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-7120150484373915068?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7120150484373915068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=7120150484373915068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/7120150484373915068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/7120150484373915068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-thank-you.html' title='Just a Thank You'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-3127801136894153783</id><published>2009-03-24T09:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:54:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of Happy and Sad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;Once there live two friends, named Happy and Sad.... They were best friends there is in the land of emotions.... Happy is always there when sad is felling rather down.... and sad, odd thing to say, makes Happy sad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;Then one day, Happy suddenly realize and said.."Hey, why would i be sad when everyone wants to be like me all happy and cheerful. Who wants to be unhappy anyways" and he decided telling Sad to stop what she's doing. Then off he went to meet Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;Sad was rather feeling less sad that day and was yearning to meet Happy so much. They met on Hurt Street...(hmm... coincidence?) and sat down.... Sad was actually wanting to tell Happy that she wants to be more serious in their relationship till Happy said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;" Sad, I don't need your sadness, your dramatic tears.. Why would i be sad when everyone wants to be like ME, Happy! I believe you do too!!!"&lt;/span&gt; and this shook Sad's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;fragile heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt; real bad.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Bbbut i thought that you and I are......one?.. Despite being in the opposite, to complete each other.."&lt;/span&gt;said she in a crying tone of voice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"How can that be! We're two opposite feelings!"&lt;/span&gt; and went off... Leaving Sad alone hurt in Hurt street...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;It was weeks since Happy last met Sad, and wonders how would Sad be.... Happy was trying the entire week to get through Sad, but couldn't find her... Till he went to her house and knocked.... There was no answer... then, Cheerful, a little girl came and said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Are you 'happy', mister?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;Happy looked at her and said "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yes, I am&lt;/span&gt;..." but surprised to see the girl looking at him strangely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;Then, she said,&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; "You're not happy! You're sad!&lt;/span&gt;" and went off....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;Happy was confused and went to the front door and try opening it.. It wasn't lock..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;He searched the house and found nothing, but a simple letter dated weeks ago, that wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dear Happy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've expected too much from you and I realize it the day you told me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There's something that you didn't know about me. You see, I was happy before I met you and i loved someone (Shy) so much that till one day, after he went leaving me forever, never coming back. Later, changed my name to Sad as you know me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, i don't need to be happy like you to like you, i just like you being around....And i very much WON'T want you to be something which is not you....Remember, even though we are two different feelings, we'll eventually will feel the opposite of us, just like I, Sad, feeling happy even for a moment. And i never purposely want you to be sad, it's just an emotion each of us have to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life must go on, and maybe by the time you read this, i might not be able to see you nor you seeing me... When i became Sad, my heart's became too weak and that the doctor said it'l me a matter of time till my day come... Hey, cheer up! I'll be meeting Shy up here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, nice knowing you while it lasted.... Take care.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;After reading this, tears roll down Happy's face..... His heart crumbled, filled with regret and soon enough, he realized....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;"Being sad and hurt is easy and hard to bare than being happy......" and cried his life to sadness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-3127801136894153783?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3127801136894153783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=3127801136894153783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3127801136894153783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/3127801136894153783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-happy-and-sad.html' title='The story of Happy and Sad....'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-2515309439600797967</id><published>2009-03-14T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:29:40.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time after time.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is not for us to be mad of,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor cry of sadness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and blame for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its never its' fault &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for being what it is:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;golden, silent and punctual, at least...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is not for us to waste, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but to take haste, to be made useful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and saved just like the rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll never leave you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like days of the past,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but instead, we care not to catch up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so it all passed..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is a must to cherrish,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the past even to this day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; as the future we may not know:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of will we still breathe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laugh and even go through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but if its not you, might be the people around you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So remember then, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bare it in mind, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;listen what your heart says, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with consideration:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe of mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; What you hold now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;explore, keep and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; understand:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For what is worth, is always to the end....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-2515309439600797967?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2515309439600797967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=2515309439600797967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2515309439600797967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/2515309439600797967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-after-time.html' title='Time after time.....'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-8145860103894832846</id><published>2009-03-10T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:22:49.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did u know... (case)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CASE        : Toilet seats left up, Girls go gaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mbc/lowres/mbcn125l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mbc/lowres/mbcn125l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did u know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;That people all around the world make a fuss of 'toilet seats left up'? Well, it even causes almost big fights among couples, worst, divorce! The guys get the blame though.... The girls, all in flame.. Why is it so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Accused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Logic      :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Guys do their "business" standing, "out going business" seating.. unless they read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Girls, you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Solution   :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Girls, please look before pursuing doing your "business"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Guys, bare in mind, girls are sensitive, try remember to put it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Both, don't just burst out in flames.... think "why" instead of "okay, I'll kill you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Results    :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Happy, understanding and peaceful relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-8145860103894832846?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8145860103894832846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=8145860103894832846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/8145860103894832846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/8145860103894832846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-u-know-case.html' title='Did u know... (case)'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849070593279808531.post-7081270953858299030</id><published>2009-03-09T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:33:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop, listen, think, act.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Life certainly is something to ponder on...... We're unable to figure out anything about it but to live through it.... each and everyone's life might seem different... but the fact is that, were the same. Its just how we live our lives that matters... Apart of being in certain situations, we might think that our life is rather miserable or the worst life a person might have.... But less we bare in mind that, there are other people who are more less fortunate than we are... Its because we never hear them nag about it... We never even bother or to lend our ears to them even when they do, some might take it lightly.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311150191230960754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 261px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/SbT-9ZERxHI/AAAAAAAAABI/wR3KZlu0fvQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the problem about we human... We never bother to &lt;strong&gt;stop to listen, listen to think, and listen to act&lt;/strong&gt;.... All we think is what we have in mind... Never in others... People would certainly have different thoughts about things, and maybe perceptions about things, and maybe in term of them to you, and you to them... Why not take a moment to listen to what they have to say... Then, take your time to think about it... Not immediately judge him for what he/she is..... Things like these might be rare for a person to think about... Like the &lt;strong&gt;WHY question&lt;/strong&gt;....Hey, it's the biggest question that plays most of the time in your head apart of when, where, what....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311157894384710994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/SbUF9xjP9VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1vZ6E21ePxo/s320/untitled+b.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Like for example, there's this guy/girl whom you just met and might be meeting your entire life, happens to lack interact with you and the others, what would you say? Do you just burst out into saying "&lt;strong&gt;WHAT A SNOB!"&lt;/strong&gt; and that you make too many bad assumption about him/her without even hold your thought of thinking bad, listen, then think and later act. Instead of thinking things short, try asking yourself...the why question.... Like so;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt; is he/she not friendly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*well, maybe he/ she has a problem, shy, not suddenly "jumping happily" to new friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;If that is so, &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't he/she consult me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;*you are new to him/her, they might not have a total trust on you, would you? or it's not time yet...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay but then again, &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*because .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He/she doesn't want to burden your life... see, they think about yours before theirs!* besides, who want's to be a pain in someone else' butt when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yours' in yours&lt;/span&gt;..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;After all the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; why&lt;/span&gt; question, i believe you might have one of these answers for yourself......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;"Owh I know! He/she feels rather inferior just by looking at anyone else...." (observe with whom your mixing at present, then compare to him/her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaa..! Maybe feels rather discomfort on being in a whole new group (maybe not you....)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Gosh, how could I'ved slip?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was rude not introducing myself first!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that we need time, and so does the rest. So we should have the thought of giving them and ourselves time to know each other if not more, a little detail would just do... So why set asside others if you fear them setting you asside.... Everything is for you to think of...I'm just reminding....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849070593279808531-7081270953858299030?l=lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7081270953858299030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1849070593279808531&amp;postID=7081270953858299030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/7081270953858299030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1849070593279808531/posts/default/7081270953858299030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsteps-longjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Stop, listen, think, act.....'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/TMFXsoGih3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/voT0wyfAPMI/S220/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzIMtBgtKjE/SbT-9ZERxHI/AAAAAAAAABI/wR3KZlu0fvQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
