<?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-7841359938541976751</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:08:12.970+08:00</updated><category term='Mary Kay'/><category term='Pro-life'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='The Green Issue'/><category term='Everyday'/><category term='Love'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Life's Beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'>Beautiful in &amp;amp; out</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-7250125477705720853</id><published>2011-09-14T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:52:40.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving life :)</title><content type='html'>I'm loving my life. Thank you Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-7250125477705720853?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/7250125477705720853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-loving-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/7250125477705720853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/7250125477705720853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-loving-life.html' title='I&apos;m loving life :)'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-2174920734593078426</id><published>2010-12-01T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:16:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of December 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;This date used to be special. I used to spend plenty of time trying to make this date as special as ever. This year...this date is still significant even though I no longer spend a month's time thinking of what to do on this date. This date has now become a memory. It is because of this date I've grown into a woman (hehe)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Thinking back of these past years...I have mixed feelings. *bittersweet* I had lots of good times and also bad times. Happy times would be remembered and bad times will be taken as lessons. My tears and heartaches from the past few years have made me stronger. I no longer cry over petty matters. I live as my own self and not as another person. I no longer live just to please another party. It was tiring. Now, I've learned the simple yet difficult word "Let Go'. Letting go is the greatest lesson which I have learned because of this date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I no longer only care for one person but for everyone around me. Of course Jason is  still *special* and on priority list but now my attention also goes to my family and friends. This is the kind of balance which I should have learned long ago....I know I'm late but better than never ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-2174920734593078426?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/2174920734593078426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-of-december-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/2174920734593078426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/2174920734593078426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-of-december-2010.html' title='1st of December 2010'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-4838046925439650849</id><published>2010-11-03T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:38:55.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive. Forget???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It has been ages since I last blogged. This post is about a silly thought which has been circling my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For the past one week, I have been thinking of this line -Forgive and forget- We have heard of this ever since we learned the word "sorry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What do we actually mean when we say we are sorry? Do we apologize so we would feel better after a mistake is done? Or do we apologize because it is an easy way out of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When we say we are sorry, usually it means we are apologetic and we will not repeat the same mistake. But what if someone apologizes and yet repeat the same action / mistake daily? How do we forgive in situations like this? And definitely, it is quite impossible to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Does forgiving or forgetting comes first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do we actually forgive someone and eventually forget OR do we forget and eventually forgive? How would we know if we have forgiven someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Until this very moment, after thinking of this thought over and over and over again....I still have not found an answer. Perhaps, this is only to be discovered when I have truly forgiven som&lt;/span&gt;eone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-4838046925439650849?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/4838046925439650849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/11/forgive-forget.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/4838046925439650849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/4838046925439650849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/11/forgive-forget.html' title='Forgive. Forget???'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-6547021119698005501</id><published>2010-09-17T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:34:27.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inconsiderate Roommate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes! Vivian you have a very inconsiderate rommmate. I've always thought of myself as a very neat and considerate person. But, lately...I discovered my "dark side".haha!!!I'm as messy as anyone can be..i can be reli tidy for a day or two and then be very very messy for the next one week until my off day again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TJtjLubgO7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/VTJCifIjxis/s1600/IMG_5616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TJtjLubgO7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/VTJCifIjxis/s320/IMG_5616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520114821365775282" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TJtjr43JwjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NYfXHGqL4fs/s1600/IMG_5617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TJtjr43JwjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NYfXHGqL4fs/s320/IMG_5617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520115373921911346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Let the photos do the talking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-6547021119698005501?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/6547021119698005501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/09/inconsiderate-roommate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6547021119698005501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6547021119698005501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/09/inconsiderate-roommate.html' title='The Inconsiderate Roommate'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TJtjLubgO7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/VTJCifIjxis/s72-c/IMG_5616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-5922659917532415592</id><published>2010-09-14T23:41:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T01:03:51.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding planner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What do I really want to do? Who do I want to be? I have not really thought about this before. I have been living in the shadows of others. I have not been making my own honest decisions. It is time to start knowing myself more (my thoughts and wants).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When I was in primary school, every year my class teacher would ask me : what is your ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I would answer : a doctor(1st choice), teacher (2nd choice), lawyer (3rd choice)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How can that be? Doctor????I'm afraid of blood. Teacher? I wouldn't have the patience. Lawyer? I can't even finish a law degree due to short term memory lost. haha! I'm bad at memorizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Year after year in school, my friends and I gave the same answers....but we all turned out to be different persons now. We are not doctors, teachers or lawyers...though some of my friends do have their LAW degree.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I on the other hand graduated with a degree in communications - a 3 year course to get me to "communicate" better =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All in all, I did enjoy the course....much hardships, tears as well as frustrations.....but in the end I turned out fine. I learned a lot about life through my years in uni. Love, friendship, trust, hardwork and most importantly I understood the meaning of the word "interest".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To be interested in something is easy..to lose interest in that something is even easier. Without interest, we will not be able to do something well. Be it a relationship, friendship or even your job. In order to make something work we must firstly have that interest blazing inside us not just a day, a month or a year. It has to be ongoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When I was in high school, I was more interested in guiding than books (honest truth). Looking back, I will not want to change a thing. It was the time spent building gadgets, starting fire using twigs, getting smashed by eggs and writing logbooks that made me who I am today. Those were good old days. Friendships were established. Patience were tested. This is what I call character building. It is either you get the good side of it or the bad. I didn't turn out too bad eh?haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, as i journeyed along....I met new people in life....and they made me see things which I have not seen. I discovered that I love weddings. I don't just love the ceremony. I love the dresses. Love the flowers. Love the cakes. Love everything that make a "wedding".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason. People come and go. Some may stay in our lives for a short while, some a while longer..and some will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;leave. It doesn't matter how long they stay but it is the impact that they leave behind as well as the impact you leave in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In the beginning, I thought my obsession over weddings was just a phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am sure it is not. Because even after all the trials I've been through for the past one year, I still am very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; in wedding planning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am 23. Still young but not too young. I will stay focus and go towards my interest so that I will live a life worth living. Keeping my fingers crossed ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7841359938541976751-5922659917532415592?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/5922659917532415592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-planner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5922659917532415592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5922659917532415592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-planner.html' title='Wedding planner?'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-8853588856239529418</id><published>2010-08-30T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:07:54.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>What could have happened in one year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;LOADS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;SO much has happened since last Sept. My whole life changed. I was hurt. Heartbroken. Wept. Unwilling to move on. Holding on to the past. Hoped. Cried. Disappointed. Went nuts. Got sober. Got drunk and puked (once and that was the only one time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My whole world went tumbling down in Sept. Tried to pick myself up but I failed for almost a year. In Dec I thought things were getting better, but no I was hit by 'tsunami'- he had a new gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;January, never been so busy in my life attending meetings (Adwave 2010- my final year project). Adwave has resulted to fewer friends but more 'true friends'. You know who you are my true friends :) Bittersweet. Complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;March- yay! finally i'm 23 and I reli felt older. Adwave is finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;April - Singapore??Am I really leaving my home, sweet Penang to a foreign land???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;May- Here I am Singapore. Working environment made me grow up. Physically in Singapore but my heart is definitely still in Penang.  When will I ever grow tougher?? I need to be a fighter not a girl who used to give all she could and rely on him for security. He no longer exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;June- Days got harder. Loneliness will never leave my side. The past cannot be left alone. The past haunted me everyday. Tears rolled down my cheeks whenever I think of the day he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;July-How could this be?? My thoughts and feelings were messed up. I was no longer myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;August- Convocation. The day I've been looking forward to since my first day in uni. hehe! Finally, 3 years of my degree has ended officially. I've finished school. Yay!!! But, the thought of returning to Penang got me worried. Will I bumped into him and her?? Will I be hurt all over again? The thoughts came back to me. I made a call. A call that I will never ever forget. Through this call I know for sure that he is no longer the man I used to know or loved. It was a wake up call. The phone call sounded like this : if you love me, know that I will never be with you again. How come I've never ever accepted that simple sentence before?? I guess I have heard it more than once. Why did I cry over a man who has stopped loving me?? A man who doesn't care anymore. A man who doesn't know love anymore. A man who will not wipe my tears when I cry or be there when I needed him. Why did I not turn to the man who has always loved me from the very beginning "The Father"?? What was I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The first person I met in Penang was him. He drove passed me. I couldnt find the feelings which I used to have for him. Then, I knew I no longer want him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;September- Another 2 days to go and it will be 1 September 2010. A new month. A new beginning. I am loving my life. Altough I've lost the 4 year relationship, I have gained much more from it. I am myself again. I JUST realized that life doesn't revolve around one person only. Now, I have so many loves of my life. I am 23 and I still have a long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow, I will have a great time with my room mate, Vivian. We're visiting Sentosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To conclude, I have found love again. True love this time :) Now, when I think back.. my life has been great :) I am thankful. Deo Gratias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : revealing my true thoughts here can be embarassing but I still want to post it up. I am not embarrassed by my pasts and I want some of the girls out there who are hurting and happened to read this to know that no matter how much we've been hurt and let down, we will be okay after the rain. I see the rainbow now. God loves us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-8853588856239529418?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/8853588856239529418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-could-have-happened-in-one-year.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/8853588856239529418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/8853588856239529418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-could-have-happened-in-one-year.html' title='What could have happened in one year?'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-6450774964269912484</id><published>2010-08-08T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:52:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another step forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;walking past the so very familiar buildings..across the road which i once walked all the time. I had this weird...mixed feelings. A sense of joy and sadness. *Bittersweet* perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving USM after the convocation ceremony. walking downhill alone. Remembering all the moments I had in uni. First day of orientation up till the last day of uni and now the parting ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbyes can be hard but we have all said that. Now, it's time to look forward and continue on this long long journey :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-6450774964269912484?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/6450774964269912484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-step-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6450774964269912484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6450774964269912484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-step-forward.html' title='another step forward'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-189919158006286423</id><published>2010-04-20T21:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:51:42.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Feeling</title><content type='html'>I have mixed feelings about leaving Penang to work in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I would have to leave this wonderful island before until now.&lt;br /&gt;Never had plans to leave Penang until recently.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good thing? Hopefully. I guess it is one way to start over.....to be away...to have new goals in life....&lt;br /&gt;Am I running away???Am I trying to run and hide from my past?? I have had these questions running in my head a million times...and the answer is NO.&lt;br /&gt;I have faced my past. Now, I want to have a future...and my future is in my hands. Getting to Singapore would be my very FIRST step into a new stage of my life.&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity may not come twice and I'm so blessed to be given this chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-189919158006286423?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/189919158006286423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/189919158006286423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/189919158006286423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-feeling.html' title='What A Feeling'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-1539412047741673179</id><published>2010-01-02T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:57:17.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Guns-green day</title><content type='html'>Do you know what's worth fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;When it's not worth dying for?&lt;br /&gt;Does it take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;And you feel yourself suffocating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the pain weigh out the pride?&lt;br /&gt;And you look for a place to hide?&lt;br /&gt;Did someone break your heart inside?&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;And you lost all sense of control&lt;br /&gt;And your thoughts have taken their toll&lt;br /&gt;When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith walks on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;And the hangover doesn't pass&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's ever built to last&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you try to live on your own&lt;br /&gt;When you burned down the house and home?&lt;br /&gt;Did you stand too close to the fire&lt;br /&gt;Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to live and let die&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get another try&lt;br /&gt;Something inside this heart has died&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-1539412047741673179?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/1539412047741673179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2010/01/21-guns-green-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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have to face so many trials in life.&lt;br /&gt;I have been facing many lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I thought I was stronger and something just makes me fall again.&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand. I just want to have my life back. Leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-3788084612276059782?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/3788084612276059782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/3788084612276059782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/3788084612276059782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-test.html' title='Another test'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-8412704418609901441</id><published>2009-11-24T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:56:06.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are weak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We cannot deny that we are weak beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We fall all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We lie. We cheat. We hate. We cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But, we are also strong beings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After all the crying, we pick ourselves up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We think. We learn. We get wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;No matter how much pain we've endured, we must not give up hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hope is the one word which keeps us going everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Love is God. If we do not have love in us, we do not have God with us and in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But, as a human I am starting to fear love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I never stopped loving but love stopped loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I never stopped hoping but hope stopped hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I never stopped trying but he stopped trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I do not understand love in the way I used to anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;To me, love was never just feelings but now it is clearly shown that love is just a feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Am I not human?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do I not feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Once, twice...three times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I left my heart open...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Just waiting for love to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Love returned quick and left even quicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How am I supposed to know how to act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How am I supposed to know what is true anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The one person I trusted the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Left me here in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Although I am broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But I am loved by Jesus my eternal lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Although I know I will not forget my past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But God will bring me forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am so blessed to be loved by the one person who loves me for who I am not only yesterday, today or tomorrow but forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-8412704418609901441?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/8412704418609901441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-weak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/8412704418609901441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/8412704418609901441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-weak.html' title='We are weak'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-2044648057257292262</id><published>2009-10-19T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:42:17.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>If we hold on together-DIana Ross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Don't lose your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;With each passing day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You've come so far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Don't throw it away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Live believing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dreams are for weaving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wonders are waiting to start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Live your story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Faith, hope &amp;amp; glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hold to the truth in your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we hold on together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know our dreams will never die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams see us through to forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where clouds roll by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Souls in the wind  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Must learn how to bend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Seek out a star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hold on to the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Valley, mountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There is a fountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Washes our tears all away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Words are swaying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Someone is praying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please let us come home to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we hold on together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know our dreams will never die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams see us through to forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where clouds roll by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When we are out there in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We'll dream about the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In the dark we'll feel the light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Warm our hearts, everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If we hold on together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I know our dreams will never die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dreams see us through to forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As high as souls can fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The clouds roll by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;For you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-2044648057257292262?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/2044648057257292262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-we-hold-on-together-diana-ross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/2044648057257292262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/2044648057257292262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-we-hold-on-together-diana-ross.html' title='If we hold on together-DIana Ross'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-5697812777835974622</id><published>2009-10-12T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:15:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The best feeling I've had was to hear this song. It was sung to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Never knew I could feel like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Like I've never seen the sky before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Want to vanish inside your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Everyday I love you more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Telling me to give you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Seasons may change winter to spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; But I love you until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Come what may, come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will love you until my dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; It all revolves around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; And there's no mountain too high no river too wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; But I love you until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Come what may, come what may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will love you until my dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh come what may, come what may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Come what may, come what may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will love you until my dying day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The words are perfect. Unfortunately, this does not apply to all. Only some lucky ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I will continue to pray that one day the words of this song will be true in all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-5697812777835974622?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/5697812777835974622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-what-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5697812777835974622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5697812777835974622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-what-may.html' title='Come What May'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-8290504614114574024</id><published>2009-09-28T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:12:56.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let It Be by the Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;speaking words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there will be an answer, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there will be an answer. let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let it be, let it be, ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And when the night is cloudy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there is still a light, that shines on me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shine until tomorrow, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wake up to the sound of music, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let it be, let it be, ..... &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/7841359938541976751-8290504614114574024?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/8290504614114574024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/8290504614114574024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/8290504614114574024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-it-be.html' title='Let it Be'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-6672360342591032818</id><published>2009-09-26T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:58:15.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>Love is patient and kind&lt;br /&gt;Love is not jealous or boastful&lt;br /&gt;It is not arrogant or rude&lt;br /&gt;Love does not insist on its own way&lt;br /&gt;It is not irritable or resentful&lt;br /&gt;It does not rejoice at wrong&lt;br /&gt;But rejoices in the right&lt;br /&gt;Love bears all things&lt;br /&gt;Believes all things&lt;br /&gt;Hopes all things&lt;br /&gt;Endures all things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we always run away from what is true?&lt;br /&gt;When we do not want to bear, believe, hope and endure any longer, we deny love.&lt;br /&gt;We always choose the easy way out. Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-6672360342591032818?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/6672360342591032818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6672360342591032818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6672360342591032818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-7576317215683300508</id><published>2009-07-22T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:50:27.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pro-life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Always Choose The Harder Right Than The Easy Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's always difficult!!! I find it ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ry difficult in telling others to pick a harder right over an easy wrong. Even i fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nd it difficult to knock some sense in my own head sometimes, what more trying to convince others.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;One good example would be trying to tell others about not having pre-marital sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph...this is something which may make others avoid me or even worse not talk to me at all. I made my choice to continue telling and might lose a friend. I hope that by losing this friend, I saved a life or maybe lives. There are reasons why i discourage pre-marital sex. Mainly because I am a Catholic. Before, i was very lost and I did not bother if pre-marital sex was ok or n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; It didn't both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;er me. Fortunately, I woke u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;p from my sleep. I realized that many lives are suffering due to pre-marital sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I think most of the people who have sex before marriage would be young people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Most of the time, girls allow themsel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ves to have sex at a very young age because they believe that act will bring them closer to their partner. Have they ever thought about the consequences when they separate later on? Girls are usually the victim. They will be devastated and realized that they have lost everything to a guy who is never going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;to be there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really very difficult to stay chaste u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ntil our wedding da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;y? Why? What can be done to stay chaste? Wouldn't it be a great joy and true happiness to make love to your spouse whom you love and has vowed to be there for you no matter what happens? It is only right to give up your body to someone who will appreciate and love you no matter what your age is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for love and I have found real love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.longbeachrealestatehome.com/m/blogs/lbreh/YoungCoupleOnSwings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 211px;" src="http://www.longbeachrealestatehome.com/m/blogs/lbreh/YoungCoupleOnSwings.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Young love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alsbom.org/clientimages/36469/graphics_and_clip_art/True_Love_Waits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.alsbom.org/clientimages/36469/graphics_and_clip_art/True_Love_Waits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mpotransit.org/citizen-profiles/happy-old-couple-for-web.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 259px;" src="http://www.mpotransit.org/citizen-profiles/happy-old-couple-for-web.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Old&lt;/a&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/7841359938541976751-7576317215683300508?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/7576317215683300508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-choose-harder-right-than-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/7576317215683300508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/7576317215683300508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-choose-harder-right-than-easy.html' title='Always Choose The Harder Right Than The Easy Wrong'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-5013960584047672551</id><published>2009-07-15T21:42:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:38:08.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Kay'/><title type='text'>photos!!!finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wondering what is a skin care class all about????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about learning, trying products for free and having fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3sUeMttpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rOVeoNJ2ars/s1600-h/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3sUeMttpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rOVeoNJ2ars/s320/DSC01897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358698968088688274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3s9STa8yI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xg2n-JwCQAA/s1600-h/DSC01900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3s9STa8yI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xg2n-JwCQAA/s320/DSC01900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358699669270229794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei-Wern, Juliet, Sally and Ming having fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Top photo &lt;/span&gt;: They had mask on half of their face first and later on the other side...it'll be very bad of me to let them walk out with one side of their face brighter and firmer than the other side ..haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bottom photo&lt;/span&gt; : Lip mask!!!!They all had kissable lips after the lip spa!!!woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Trisna. This is her photo after a skin care class. I like how the lip gloss gives her lips the shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3rnSUUI0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/C9Yp37QoH5E/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3rnSUUI0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/C9Yp37QoH5E/s320/DSC01866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358698191805227842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3pPat_Q1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/A57ocRUNEQg/s1600-h/DSC01864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3pPat_Q1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/A57ocRUNEQg/s320/DSC01864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358695582720279378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are photos of Juliet, Areen &amp;amp; Pei-Wern. This is their first skin care class!!!&lt;br /&gt;They were busy chatting while applying moisturizer on their face. Discussing whose face deserves to win the "cleanest face" prize!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3lK_EAr7I/AAAAAAAAADk/7Z-1OaJbrp4/s1600-h/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3lK_EAr7I/AAAAAAAAADk/7Z-1OaJbrp4/s320/DSC01847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358691108530466738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3fkSAvNUI/AAAAAAAAADU/XEi6tCh_yes/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3fkSAvNUI/AAAAAAAAADU/XEi6tCh_yes/s320/DSC01842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358684946043974978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3iB9eK3rI/AAAAAAAAADc/VzRKXgT5kSI/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3iB9eK3rI/AAAAAAAAADc/VzRKXgT5kSI/s320/DSC01844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687654949609138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Second photo&lt;/span&gt; : Angela in action! Was explaining about the basic steps we need to take in order to keep our skin clean and healthy! They were good students but just a little too chatty...you know la, G.I.R.L.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bottom photo&lt;/span&gt; : Juliet in mask!Hmm...are you wondering if she's prettier with or without the mask??Check out other photos on Juliet in my later posts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-5013960584047672551?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/5013960584047672551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/07/photosfinally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5013960584047672551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5013960584047672551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/07/photosfinally.html' title='photos!!!finally'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sl3sUeMttpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rOVeoNJ2ars/s72-c/DSC01897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-5023868084007677114</id><published>2009-06-24T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:25:48.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Oh! nasi lemak</title><content type='html'>I had a packet of nasi lemak for breakfast. It costed me RM2.20. Only 'ikan bilis' and an egg but lucky me it was d.e.l.i.c.i.o.u.s. :)Very full now!!Fully charged for the whole day at work. I have to prepare some materials for a resume writing session now. Hopefully, the project will go on as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this evening, I will be having a skin care class with Juliet &amp;amp; friends. Will post up some photos of the class soon, perhaps tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-5023868084007677114?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/5023868084007677114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-nasi-lemak.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5023868084007677114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5023868084007677114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-nasi-lemak.html' title='Oh! nasi lemak'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-46771473453662462</id><published>2009-06-23T15:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:10:54.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Kay'/><title type='text'>Pamper Your Lips!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Want KisSAble lips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350691583346510402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SkF5pVgKikI/AAAAAAAAADM/xua5oz9BAJI/s320/ss_blonde_lips4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I did a very simple lip treatment for my friend, Juliet last week!!! She likes the Mary Kay lip mask and lip balm as much as i did but her reaction was superb!! It gave me a sense of joy to see how happy she was with the results after using the lip mask. So happy that I was able to help Juliet get rid of her lip's dead skin cells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Juliet's testimony " I felt that my lips got cleaner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I didn't like my lips to have the orangey look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I was amazed by how the lip mask actually helped my lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;to have the pinkish and natural look" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Soft and smooth lips will definitely make your face more beautiful and lively. Being one of the most sensitive part of your body, lip care should be included in your regular skincare routine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/8/9/1/6/4/webimg/108061207_tp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/8/9/1/6/4/webimg/108061207_tp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satin Lips Lip Mask&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Effectively exfoliates dead surface skin cells that cause lips to appear dull and lifeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satin Lips Lip Balm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Clinical results show that a single application of Satin Lips Lip Balm moisturizes the lips for at least six hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/8/9/1/6/4/webimg/108061207_tp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-46771473453662462?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/46771473453662462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/lip-spa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/46771473453662462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/46771473453662462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/lip-spa.html' title='Pamper Your Lips!'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SkF5pVgKikI/AAAAAAAAADM/xua5oz9BAJI/s72-c/ss_blonde_lips4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-2481594720715210110</id><published>2009-06-19T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:26:35.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>we only live once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Franco is a very nice uncle because he doesn't speak much and does his stuff quietly. I got to know him when I was 16. He passed away yesterday due to some heart complications. It was very shocking. Uncle Franco's death just got me thinking. Do i appreciate the people around me?Especially my family and friends?People who cares for me? Do not leave anything unsaid or undone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say you're sorry when you've done something wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give someone a hug.It's free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile more. It makes you a sweeter person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not be too calculative. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money is not everything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not spend all of your time searching for more money but use your time to search for God and love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can go through a single moment only once. We can't go through today's 4.23p.m once more tomorrow. It is now or never. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-2481594720715210110?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/2481594720715210110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-only-live-once.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/2481594720715210110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/2481594720715210110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-only-live-once.html' title='we only live once'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-5486733841586816992</id><published>2009-06-08T14:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:14:56.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Kay'/><title type='text'>Virtual Makeover~have fun playing with COLOURS ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marykay.com.my/images/makeup/ColorCheek_Hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.marykay.com.my/images/makeup/ColorCheek_Hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marykay.com.my/images/makeup/ColorEyes2_Hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.marykay.com.my/images/makeup/ColorEyes2_Hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play with your favourite colours here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Try a new hairstyle! You can change your hairstyle as many times as you want through this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The best part of all is that you can try out gorgeous new looks by using your own photo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do all these at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://www.marykay.com.my/"&gt;www.marykay.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just a few simple steps to follow :&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Log on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://www.marykay.com.my/"&gt;www.marykay.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Click on "VIRTUAL MAKEOVER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;3) Upload your photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Get &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;creative&lt;/span&gt;. Try out all the eye colours, lip colours, cheek colours &amp;amp; different hairstyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a great activity for you &amp;amp; your friends. Share this with your friends and they'll love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-5486733841586816992?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/5486733841586816992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/virtual-makeoverhave-fun-playing-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5486733841586816992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5486733841586816992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/virtual-makeoverhave-fun-playing-with.html' title='Virtual Makeover~have fun playing with COLOURS ~'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-2067228866546872049</id><published>2009-06-08T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:01:58.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Kay'/><title type='text'>beauty that counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marykay.com.my/images/makeup/appleBerryUS_buyPage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.marykay.com.my/images/makeup/appleBerryUS_buyPage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="word"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Kay® Creme Lipstick,&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 102);"&gt;Apple Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty That Counts™&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                       Join Mary Kay in its first global effort to make a difference                                        around the world. When you buy Beauty That Counts™                                        Mary Kay® Creme Lipstick in Apple Berry ,                                        Mary Kay will donate 100 percent of its profits from                                        the sale of this lipstick to change the lives of women                                        and children around the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="word"&gt;Apple Berry is just one of the 19 glamorous shades                                            from the Mary Kay® Creme Lipstick collection.                                            The long-wearing, stay-true color glides on with a                                            lightweight, creamy texture for maximum color impact                                            that lasts. Plus, it won’t feather or bleed.                                            It’s even enhanced with vitamin E and a vitamin                                            C derivative to help ward off wrinkle-causing free                                            radicals. And it's fragrance-free with a hint of vanilla                                            flavor. Perfect for combining with Mary Kay® Lip                                            Liner and NouriShine™ Lip Gloss. &lt;/p&gt;                                       &lt;table class="GreyBox" width="450" align="left" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1"&gt;                                           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="bodyplain"&gt;                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;table class="word" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"&gt;                                                 &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="word" valign="top" bgcolor="#fde8e8"&gt;                                                   &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                   &lt;td width="23%" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                                 &lt;tr class="Borderfull" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;                                                   &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mary                                                      Kay® Creme Lipstick,&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Apple Berry,&lt;br /&gt;                                                   .13 oz. net wt.&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                   &lt;td class="word"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-2067228866546872049?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/2067228866546872049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/beauty-that-counts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/2067228866546872049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/2067228866546872049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/beauty-that-counts.html' title='beauty that counts'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-9061095911292614942</id><published>2009-06-05T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:14:13.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was supposed to post up good news weeks ago but i haven't found the time to post up a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Things have been going really well for Mark &amp;amp; I. We've gone through one of the biggest challenge in any relationships. What can't we handle together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Things are clear now...so, both of us can sleep well every night. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Our God journeyed with us every second. If it wasn't for Him, we would not have been so happy together now. Thank you Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We are planning for marriage. But not now. Lots of preparation will be needed before a wedding. Firstly, we must both be ready. Be 100% sure that we are willing to sacrifice for each other and be committed as well. This will be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;BIGGEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;decision in my life. I know we will not regret our choice until the day we die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-9061095911292614942?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/9061095911292614942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-news.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/9061095911292614942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/9061095911292614942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-news.html' title='Good news'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-5313791881133450361</id><published>2009-05-20T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:25:38.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as an intern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The first week was rough. I had fever. Didn't do much. Couldn't do anything actually. I'm in my second week now. Not that bad. A very small but nice office:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm currently doing my internship at Prucap. It is a risk management company. But it does other stuff as well. Events and all. I'm posting this post to advertise a website -&lt;a href="http://www.career4u.com.my"&gt;www.career4u.com.my&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It is a website which is managed by this company. It helps graduates and anyone else to seek for a career. It offers free services, so should be good. Go!!!Check it out!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-5313791881133450361?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/5313791881133450361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-as-intern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5313791881133450361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5313791881133450361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-as-intern.html' title='My life as an intern'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-6928001836743869160</id><published>2009-05-04T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:50:46.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the term Mark and i planned to tell others. -It's complicated-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i can't think of a better term to use.Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is indeed very complicated. I think no one can actually understand what we're going through. Only we do. Therefore, i've planned to keep it simple and not explain to the fullest of details. Will just say it's complicated and yes, we will be back together when we are ready. It sounds weird though. How can we not be ready when we've been together for 41 months??? But, this is life. Humans are very unpredictable. Everything is unpredictable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But, i am glad that this is happening now and not later on. At least I know that our relationship is growing and blooming into something wonderful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hope to post up good news soon...maybe not that soon..but soon enough..latest in October...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-6928001836743869160?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/6928001836743869160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-complicated.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6928001836743869160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6928001836743869160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s complicated'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-609024364374849035</id><published>2009-04-28T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:27:13.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst holiday ever</title><content type='html'>Before exams, i was looking forward for holidays. During exams, i was hoping that exams will be longer so i will not have free time, after exams, i'm totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought that it will be so difficult to love.&lt;br /&gt;I've went through all the ups and downs in my relationship with mark.&lt;br /&gt;Just never thought that i will have to go through what i am going through now.&lt;br /&gt;We are going through the most difficult moment in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;I have made plans for my future. I know very well what i wanted to do after i graduate.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am not sure anymore. I do not know what has God planned for me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i tell myself the same thing. Angie, please stay strong. Please!!!&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times i repeat the same sentence, i still can't find the strength to just smile and know that everything will be alright. I do not know if a separation would be categorized as "alright". This separation is not because we've changed or betrayal, but it is caused by something good. How difficult it is to accept something good which will eventually cause separation between us... I do not understand. I seriously don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-609024364374849035?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/609024364374849035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/04/worst-holiday-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/609024364374849035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/609024364374849035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/04/worst-holiday-ever.html' title='The worst holiday ever'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-2044390666333890243</id><published>2009-04-07T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:07:00.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Green Issue'/><title type='text'>Help a FISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SdrV6HPMoKI/AAAAAAAAADA/gAdTMcP1RE4/s1600-h/left_banner_dugong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321801104043581602" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SdrV6HPMoKI/AAAAAAAAADA/gAdTMcP1RE4/s320/left_banner_dugong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today's STAR paper (STARTWO,T5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;A SIME DARBY ad on environmental issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After reading your newspaper, don't throw it away. You can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;use newspapers to wipe mirrors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and windows instead of sprays.&lt;/span&gt; Sprays contain chemicals which are washed down drains and pollute our waters. Newspaper ink absorbs dirt and shines glass without harming the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To help, log on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simedarby/environment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simedarby/environment.com"&gt;www.simedarby/environment.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; before 30 April 2009 and register to help release a fish back into its natural environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-2044390666333890243?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/2044390666333890243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/04/help-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/2044390666333890243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/2044390666333890243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/04/help-fish.html' title='Help a FISH'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SdrV6HPMoKI/AAAAAAAAADA/gAdTMcP1RE4/s72-c/left_banner_dugong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-6084070065102228509</id><published>2009-04-02T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:09:38.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9e1ml9IoI/AAAAAAAAACw/cH2tJu5o680/s1600-h/DSC01664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318573959933665922" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9e1ml9IoI/AAAAAAAAACw/cH2tJu5o680/s320/DSC01664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's my brother, Jonathan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He's 13 this year. I've known him since the day he was born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I took care of him when he was still wearing diapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Suddenly, a month ago...I realized that he is no longer the baby brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I used to screamed at when he annoys me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is taller than me now!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He does not look like a little kid anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How quickly time flies. Without realizing...I've known my brother for 13 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Time does not wait for us. We have to cherish every moment we have with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;people we love and care. One day, they may not need to depend on us anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is now that we have. Do not take others for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We must not stop someone from growing...we tend to stop others from growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;because we care about them and we do not want them to leave us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is common to think that the distance between you and another person will increase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when that person grows physically and mentally. It is true that this happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We have to let things happen naturally. The distance may be there but it does not mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that we are not loved anymore. We need to learn to let go in order to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes...we get lonely...but it does not mean we should stay lonely and indulge in self-pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We can always pick ourselves up and find a new purpose in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If I ever go through loneliness and it is too painful to bear....I will start looking for more true friends..and visit as many places as I can...especially the places I've always wanted to experience like Venice, Rome, Japan and America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is filled with surprises...Do not give up. There is always hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not bring sadness and troubles to others but bring hope and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-6084070065102228509?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/6084070065102228509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6084070065102228509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6084070065102228509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-brother.html' title='My brother'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9e1ml9IoI/AAAAAAAAACw/cH2tJu5o680/s72-c/DSC01664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-1676048108729181158</id><published>2009-03-29T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:02:14.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Kay'/><title type='text'>Hidden Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9fv9WX3yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q1eAl93sfcs/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318574962474737442" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9fv9WX3yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q1eAl93sfcs/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I know...I know....we look silly...but we had a good time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In this photo : We applied Mary Kay lip mask and we thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;that we should snap a photo and keep it for a good laugh in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And so..as mentioned on the title, "Hidden Passion", we love to look beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The funny part is that I just realised it.Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Will post more about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MARY KAY&lt;/span&gt; soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-1676048108729181158?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/1676048108729181158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/hidden-passion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/1676048108729181158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/1676048108729181158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/hidden-passion.html' title='Hidden Passion'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9fv9WX3yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q1eAl93sfcs/s72-c/DSC00326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-7223093702559054770</id><published>2009-03-29T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:19:12.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>生日 - birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another year older...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year I celebrated my birthday with a few of my good friends and of course with Mark as well. (2 separated days) hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My birthday was on the 20th of Mar. Went out with my girlfriends, Jaryn &amp;amp; Judy for dinner :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was great! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stories about our everyday lives...friends,studies,schooling days....were shared with laughter (and trust me, our laughs are not just any ordinary girly giggles but we are really loud.Georgians rock!!!)....it's always good to share stories or frustrations with friends you can trust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY 1-19th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9cefgZrEI/AAAAAAAAACo/eCWJnnq5hCc/s1600-h/bday+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318571363871075394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9cefgZrEI/AAAAAAAAACo/eCWJnnq5hCc/s320/bday+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Pls take note of the cute little piece of cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thx Jaryn &amp;amp; Judy for the wonderful night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY 2- 20th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9ceDv9MBI/AAAAAAAAACg/D-s61Z52skA/s1600-h/DSC01667.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318571356420124690" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9ceDv9MBI/AAAAAAAAACg/D-s61Z52skA/s320/DSC01667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We had dinner at Fridays. Had a really wonderful time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Relationships will grow when there's communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Communication is the key to a successful relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I enjoyed the dinner very much. Not so much on the food, but the time spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**the food was great but being able to celebrate my birthday with someone I love was even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To me, birthday is a day when we sit down and think of the years which we have spent and how we are to live the years to come. This birthday, i sat down and smiled at my past mistakes and silly moments I had with the people I love and care about for the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was very touched by the birthday wishes I received from friends near and far :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jennifer &lt;/span&gt;(Australia) who sent me an email..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt; who is in Australia as well..sent me a SMS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jaryn &amp;amp; Judy&lt;/span&gt; who spent time with me and yet SMS me the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ee Ling&lt;/span&gt; (Nilai)-whom celebrated her bday 5 days before mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Juliet&lt;/span&gt;-loves earrings &amp;amp; purple colour as much as I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pei-Wern&lt;/span&gt;-a friend whom I think is great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;-always offer his help whenever I need one-I admire him for his 'coolness' in every situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;-a friend whom i've known since orientation week in uni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shin Yen&lt;/span&gt;-a nice friend-:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rish&lt;/span&gt;-a really cool guy from KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;-my friend as well as insurance agent who is very nice &amp;amp; helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt;-a friend who is a peace-maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Joanna Chye&lt;/span&gt;-my cousin who has just completed her STPM as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Mark Tan&lt;/span&gt;-"old" Mark...just returned to Penang from Ireland.Future Dr.Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lorraine&lt;/span&gt;-My "mentor" in Mary Kay's business..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;not forgetting all the birthday wishes I received in Facebook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I was really moved by the many messages I got...Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hope I have not missed out any names here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh ya..of course....&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;...who gave me a really nice external hard disk. It will be my notebook's best companion from now on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I thank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for my life and my friends.&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/7841359938541976751-7223093702559054770?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/7223093702559054770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/7223093702559054770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/7223093702559054770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday.html' title='生日 - birthday'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/Sc9cefgZrEI/AAAAAAAAACo/eCWJnnq5hCc/s72-c/bday+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-44588379745448231</id><published>2009-03-02T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:38:14.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Evan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SatVcTKxoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/omjwhjNbgxw/s1600-h/assignment+3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308430530456428706" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SatVcTKxoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/omjwhjNbgxw/s320/assignment+3+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is my ad. "The Cupcake Book". I love cupcakes but i can't bake em. I hope i can one day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-44588379745448231?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/44588379745448231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-evan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/44588379745448231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/44588379745448231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-evan.html' title='Thanks Evan'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SatVcTKxoKI/AAAAAAAAABo/omjwhjNbgxw/s72-c/assignment+3+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-4036486941913534843</id><published>2009-03-02T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:05:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Personally, i think everyone is selfish. We are selfish because all we care is ourselves. But, if we are selfish because we care for more than just ourselves..is that "selfishness" right? Who is to judge?&lt;br /&gt;Can we be selfish for the right reasons? or is still still selfishness after all?therefore, we can't be selfish?It is difficult to always do the right thing and yet be selfless.&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;To me, selfishness is an act of "not thinking for others in our words or doings." Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, you get away with it but sometimes you don't. Sometimes, even when you're truly selfish, others still adore you and think of you as someone who is kind and nice and all the good stuff. And when you are trying to have a balance which is to be selfish and at the same time know that this selfishness is for the good of others as well, you are hated! How do we know if we're being selfish in the "right" way? What's selfishness? The more i think, the more i'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-4036486941913534843?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/4036486941913534843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/selfish-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/4036486941913534843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/4036486941913534843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/03/selfish-no-more.html' title='selfish no more'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-6384924358624664807</id><published>2009-02-21T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:50:27.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pro-life'/><title type='text'>i choose life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SZ-6YkPVv2I/AAAAAAAAABY/tSZa3A60Atc/s1600-h/cupcakes+for+life.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305163817273376610" style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SZ-6YkPVv2I/AAAAAAAAABY/tSZa3A60Atc/s320/cupcakes+for+life.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This ad above is about The National Pro Life Cupcake Campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Go check it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cupcakesforlife.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;www.cupcakesforlife.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;While I was looking for pictures to be added in my assignment, I came across this ad. Instantly, something tells me that I have to post this up in my blog. Not everyone will agree to what I am about to say but I know that I have to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not have any rights to take away lives. We are not called to be "God". There has always been a "debate" about whether abortion is a right thing to do . The Pro-choice may argue that it is okay to undergo an abortion if what is in the womb is still a zygote. They say that life only begins later on in pregnancy or during childbirth. How is this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an expert in this topic or any other topic but this is my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I do not agree to "abortion" because&lt;br /&gt;* God is our Creator. He creates everything and therefore the zygote in a woman's womb is also God's creation. As a human, we can't take away something which is not ours.&lt;br /&gt;*It is a very cruel act. The "little person" in the womb can't even defend his/her own life and we kill them. That's not a very nice thing to do isn't it? Especially those who always defend themselves for their "rights". What gives us the rights to remove the helpless "babies" ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docinthemachine.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/timefetus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 531px" alt="" src="http://docinthemachine.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/timefetus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just look at the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the cruelty which is happening in our world right now?&lt;br /&gt;Removing them from the wombs of women who "made unwanted mistakes?"&lt;br /&gt;These "mistakes" cannot be made. Because it involves lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing innocent lives is a sin which "cannot" be forgiven. Why do it when it is SO SO wrong. All the women who had gone for an abortion will never be the same again. They will feel guilty for the rest of their lives. A guilt which will remain forever. Imagine killing your own child. I repeat,OWN CHILD. Your flesh and blood. Killing someone who will be calling you "mama" or "papa". I have goosebumps now, just thinking about it. We will not have the heart or guts to even kill our pets! BUT, why do we kill our own kind and yet the closest to us? One who is in our wombs? Are we truly civilized? Is killing babies our culture?or do we just enjoy practising the "culture of death"? or because it is a "everyone is doin, so i follow" kind of attitude?? Just think about it. Why do we act the way we do?? What lead us to doing "wrong" things?? Do we follow "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" (you would know this term if you have watched H.Potter) or GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, I would like to remind you about the "important" choices we make in our lives. If it is not the right time for us to "make" babies yet then we should wait. You know what I mean =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pray for the unborn children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SaEDaIQz74I/AAAAAAAAABg/38MZD3pSwPk/s1600-h/sleeping_baby_wings_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305525583448633218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SaEDaIQz74I/AAAAAAAAABg/38MZD3pSwPk/s320/sleeping_baby_wings_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-6384924358624664807?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/6384924358624664807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-choose-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6384924358624664807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/6384924358624664807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-choose-life.html' title='i choose life'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SZ-6YkPVv2I/AAAAAAAAABY/tSZa3A60Atc/s72-c/cupcakes+for+life.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-1533384395336607267</id><published>2009-02-12T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:38:06.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Why do we celebrate Valentine's Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SZRMQ8E5OrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YCahVV8JBhE/s1600-h/cuppies.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301946515210189490" style="WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SZRMQ8E5OrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YCahVV8JBhE/s320/cuppies.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kickas.org/images/hearts_romance/pink-hearts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://www.kickas.org/images/hearts_romance/pink-hearts.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is a good day for everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Florists = get loads of $$$ from guys who want to please their gals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Restaurants = FULL house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jewellery Shop = Good time of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lovely Lace = Lots of wrapping to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Memory Lane = Many cards sold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girlfriends/Wives = Nice gift, flowers, chocs, romantic dinner, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Boyfriends/Hubbies = A hole in the wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailyclipart.net/wp-content/uploads/medium/clipart0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://www.dailyclipart.net/wp-content/uploads/medium/clipart0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how Valentine's Day started?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is what i've got from Wikipedia :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Numerous early Christian martyrs were named Valentine. Until 1969, the Catholic Church formally recognized eleven Valentine's Days. The Valentines honored on February 14 are Valentines of Rome (Valentinus presb. m. Romae) and Valentine of Terni (Valentinus ep. Interamnensis m. Romae).Valentine of Rome was a priest in Rome who suffered martyrdom about AD 269 and was buried on the Via Flaminia.His relics are at the Church of Saint Praxed in Rome and at Whitefriar Street Carmelite Church in Dublin, Ireland."&lt;br /&gt;The day became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just a brief explanation about St.Valentine's Day which is now one of the most celebrated day in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kickas.org/images/hearts_romance/pink-hearts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://www.kickas.org/images/hearts_romance/pink-hearts.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love Valentine's Day. The word "Valentine" brings me a kind of joy in my heart. I do not know why. I've always enjoyed dates like 1st of Jan, 14th of Feb, 2oth of Mar, 1st of Dec and 9th of Dec. These are really important dates to me. I am the kind of person who will prepare a gift or get my plans ready months before any of these important dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As for this comin Valentine's Day, i've got the gift ready early last month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To me, Valentine's Day is a day to spend with our "the other half". Just spend a good day together. May it be just a simple dinner or a movie. Whatever it is that we do, it does not need to be expensive or different. It will be special as long as the 2 hearts are together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'll list down a few things which can be done on V day. Activities which can be done without much sweat and most importantly, inexpensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cook a really simple dinner for the both of you.&lt;/span&gt; (What i always do - salad, chicken/beef or pasta, chicken soup, ice-cream.Simple yet achievable.Try and make your own menu.It can be fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2)&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Catch a comedy or love story in the cinema.&lt;/span&gt; (Do something silly before entering the cinema- piggyback your gf in front of the popcorn kiosk or say "i-love-you" outloud to your bf. You may think that it is really embarassing but i find them funny and these actions work out really well for mark and i.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3)&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have a candlelight dinner.&lt;/span&gt; (Before going for the dinner, you may first drop a cake with a sweet and romantic message on it at the restaurant just to surprise your partner later on.Some restaurants serve cakes as well.May save up some of your time if you're going to a restaurant which serves cakes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4)&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stay in and get creative.&lt;/span&gt; ( Don't get me wrong. Getting creative means doing something crafty.Maybe the both of you can make a photo frame and insert a really nice photo in that frame.This frame will definitely remind you of the laughter and the fun you had while getting it done.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5)&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have a drink together at a nearby cafe.&lt;/span&gt; (With the tight schedule, it is difficult to find solid time to actually "communicate" with out partner. We communicate all the time but how many of us really speak and listen to one another?This is a good time to really share your thoughts and feelings or just sit down and look deeply into each other's eyes. A bit "geli" la but that's what couples do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;These are the few suggestions. These are things we do most of the time.But do we really understand the beauty behind these them?We always take things for granted. We always assume that we will always have each other.We do not always cherish the moments we spend with others as much as we should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is a good time to express our LOVE and appreciation to one another. Put words into action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mark Tan- i love u&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/7841359938541976751-1533384395336607267?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/1533384395336607267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-we-celebrate-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/1533384395336607267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/1533384395336607267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-we-celebrate-valentines-day.html' title='Why do we celebrate Valentine&apos;s Day?'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SZRMQ8E5OrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YCahVV8JBhE/s72-c/cuppies.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-3394223371745769547</id><published>2009-02-11T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:46:48.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Life has never been so busy. An assignment a week. 2 mid term tests next week. A formator's formation this weekend at church. Valentines Day this Saturday. And the best part is this week's assignment. I am supposed to create an ad. I have no experience at all in using Photoshop. So, i have to beg for help from Evan. In return for his help, i might need to help him with his house chores. Lol!!!That's a good trade i think =) So,i hope the ad will turn out fine. Will see if i should post the ad here when it is done. If you do not see the ad here by next week, you should know why.HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841359938541976751-3394223371745769547?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/3394223371745769547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/02/advertisement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/3394223371745769547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/3394223371745769547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/02/advertisement.html' title='Advertisement'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841359938541976751.post-5690827547519206140</id><published>2009-02-10T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:15:26.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Make up or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a local university student and majority of the students in uni do not apply cosmetics for classes. So, i thought i wanted to try it on. Last week, i applied some make up. Very light but yet noticeable. So, as i've expected..my friends questioned me. The first person who asked me was Gary. He asked, "What's with all that on your eyes?". So, i said that i was gonna go out with my friends after class which was actually true. Okay. Later on, few of my girl friends asked me about the make up as well. So, i explained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't tell them that i was actually trying to find out what will the reactions be if i put on make up to uni. Maybe they reacted that way because i dun usually put on any make up for classes. I guess i must have looked a little different with some colours on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess it's ok to have a little make up on when we go for classes. Not too thick cause we're not on stage or anything. I never thought of putting make up for classes before this because I usually have no time to even stand in front of the mirror before driving to uni. It is fun to do some of the *girly* stuff sometimes. Though i enjoy putting on make up but i dun think i'll do that often for classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tipking.co.uk/a2z_images/makeup.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Putting on make up does not mean that we are vain or anything negative. It is something we do to make ourselves feel more confident. If we know how to use our cosmetics, it can surely help to brighten up our face and make us look good =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We should not discourage our friends whenever they put on make up. If they truly look good, let them know. We should not break people but help them grow. But, if they dun look good in your eyes, help them. Maybe give a suggestion which can help your friend look better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301176216053949986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SZGProGlJiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n-UJ_kwhB0E/s320/make-up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For girls who want to get a little bit more attention (Note- little bit) *wink*wink..Hehe! light make up will definitely do you good. Although, cosmetics can help us, but we must always keep in mind that it is always our true self that will draw others to us. It is our inner beauty which will make people enjoy our company. Our inner self will last forever whereas outer looks will not remain the same as we age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I want to say before ending this post is - Girls, enjoy fooling around with cosmetics because they are our best friend (besides diamonds) hehe! I enjoyed putting on make up and i hope you will too :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.grandstores.com.au/eshop/skin1/images/Catergories_LT/Cosmetics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.morganrockhill.com/NewFiles/iDiamond_P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOTH!!!!!!&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/7841359938541976751-5690827547519206140?l=angela-chye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/feeds/5690827547519206140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-up-or-not.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5690827547519206140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841359938541976751/posts/default/5690827547519206140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angela-chye.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-up-or-not.html' title='Make up or not?'/><author><name>angelachye@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501525617942379610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/TI-VZRRbQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SEzliO3fygE/S220/IMG_5598.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgB-11dlIFY/SZGProGlJiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n-UJ_kwhB0E/s72-c/make-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
