<?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-5623284867726469563</id><updated>2011-09-05T10:41:04.119-07:00</updated><category term='Day Like Today'/><category term='RBS-Real Buddies Support'/><category term='Being Broken'/><category term='belonged'/><category term='MIA'/><title type='text'>Her Memory Lane</title><subtitle type='html'>the lane that He chose for me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-2908207835767106025</id><published>2010-01-09T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:16:10.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe It or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qott73xMyLk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qott73xMyLk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question why Google is protecting them? I wonder too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-2908207835767106025?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2908207835767106025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=2908207835767106025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2908207835767106025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2908207835767106025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2010/01/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe It or Not'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-686236571663225523</id><published>2010-01-03T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:47:12.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gained and Lost in 2009</title><content type='html'>I would say in 2009 I have failed more than I gained, failed to achieve my resolution in the past but I promised myself that in this chapter of my life, I will not repeat the same mistakes as time are too short for mistakes once made although some would say mistakes are inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- step into the year of freedom&lt;br /&gt;- start new in Setapak Gospel Center&lt;br /&gt;- new room mate&lt;br /&gt;- had an unexpected experience in internship&lt;br /&gt;- met loads of new friends&lt;br /&gt;- first time experience stay in Prince Court hospital&lt;br /&gt;- first time experience to ride on an ambulance with siren on for more than 10 times&lt;br /&gt;- first time experience stay in Crowne Plaza a week for free&lt;br /&gt;- finally visited AQUARIA&lt;br /&gt;- noticed that I am addicted to shopping &lt;br /&gt;- noticed that I love earrings&lt;br /&gt;- failed to become a good Leader&lt;br /&gt;- lost some friends&lt;br /&gt;- dissapoint friends&lt;br /&gt;- not consistent in attending classes&lt;br /&gt;- not efficient as the year before&lt;br /&gt;- learn that swimming can release my stress&lt;br /&gt;- learn that my instict is always wrong&lt;br /&gt;- learn that I am leaving college and will miss collecg life like mad&lt;br /&gt;- learn that I can turn to God whenever and whatever I did&lt;br /&gt;- I have lost the passion for Advertising&lt;br /&gt;- learn to be humble all the time&lt;br /&gt;- slack in writing journals&lt;br /&gt;- waste a lot of time &lt;br /&gt;- quit the business&lt;br /&gt;- quality time with Soong Sern family members&lt;br /&gt;- habit to pray together with Soong Sern&lt;br /&gt;- lost the passion in captain ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past one year I would say 2009 is very much of identifying my flaws and a year of learning. As the year of 2010 have just arrived, I hope this year will be a year of break free my bad habits and a time to gain what I have lost. It's a year to stretch myself in terms of physically, mentally and most importantly spiritually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-686236571663225523?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/686236571663225523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=686236571663225523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/686236571663225523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/686236571663225523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2010/01/gained-and-lost-in-2009.html' title='Gained and Lost in 2009'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-5040500581543576578</id><published>2009-11-29T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:51:16.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>David's Birthday Celebration on 21th Nov @ Pavilion Chilis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMjJwkL98I/AAAAAAAAAyk/oyFA3nwqNnA/s1600/12953_224567143708_573818708_4351057_1783503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMjJwkL98I/AAAAAAAAAyk/oyFA3nwqNnA/s400/12953_224567143708_573818708_4351057_1783503_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409706227964573634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whacky pose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMiWBDriuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Pz2pCTGMm70/s1600/DSC08940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMiWBDriuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Pz2pCTGMm70/s400/DSC08940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409705339038436066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not whacky at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMiVy_3-8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/HYUGR0dEViI/s1600/12953_224559708708_573818708_4350937_5041353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMiVy_3-8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/HYUGR0dEViI/s400/12953_224559708708_573818708_4350937_5041353_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409705335264377794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whacky food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMiVUOFnXI/AAAAAAAAAyE/UBmIE1fymGg/s1600/DSC08934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMiVUOFnXI/AAAAAAAAAyE/UBmIE1fymGg/s400/DSC08934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409705327002492274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whacky pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMiVK4Pm_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/1FBxiWtkHlY/s1600/12953_224567118708_573818708_4351056_8344724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMiVK4Pm_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/1FBxiWtkHlY/s400/12953_224567118708_573818708_4351056_8344724_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409705324494953458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whacky cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMkFtjBpzI/AAAAAAAAAys/Yy2MvvBz7bY/s1600/12953_224559808708_573818708_4350951_2016869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMkFtjBpzI/AAAAAAAAAys/Yy2MvvBz7bY/s400/12953_224559808708_573818708_4350951_2016869_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409707257946548018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMhmNvoavI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aV5N4Nl04sw/s1600/12953_224559788708_573818708_4350948_1356956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMhmNvoavI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aV5N4Nl04sw/s400/12953_224559788708_573818708_4350948_1356956_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409704517810285298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th Nov @ YOUREKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think he got the best picture taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMhl8lAYII/AAAAAAAAAxs/FKdxcfvboSw/s1600/DSC09069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMhl8lAYII/AAAAAAAAAxs/FKdxcfvboSw/s400/DSC09069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409704513202315394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and second best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMhlvxpNtI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ZZMZHc6-RPE/s1600/DSC09060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMhlvxpNtI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ZZMZHc6-RPE/s400/DSC09060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409704509765662418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Eerick looks gay with his pose here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMhlPlLbkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Qzp0sNJ4ZLo/s1600/DSC09082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMhlPlLbkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Qzp0sNJ4ZLo/s400/DSC09082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409704501123444290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best boots!! Thanks Nut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMhkq_dYEI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wiQypcYPmNo/s1600/DSC09063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMhkq_dYEI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wiQypcYPmNo/s400/DSC09063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409704491301560386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-5040500581543576578?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5040500581543576578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=5040500581543576578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5040500581543576578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5040500581543576578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/11/past-two-weeks.html' title='Past Two Weeks'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SxMjJwkL98I/AAAAAAAAAyk/oyFA3nwqNnA/s72-c/12953_224567143708_573818708_4351057_1783503_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-8919625526185110049</id><published>2009-11-16T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:44:45.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIp_aMIw_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/uADpE_ENQ8s/s1600/Babies-%26-Sitters_LOGO_Captions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIp_aMIw_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/uADpE_ENQ8s/s400/Babies-%26-Sitters_LOGO_Captions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404928672136741874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose soft turquoise and brown as our color pallete for the Web Design. And we decided to choose the first design. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-8919625526185110049?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8919625526185110049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=8919625526185110049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8919625526185110049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8919625526185110049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/11/logo.html' title='Logo'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIp_aMIw_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/uADpE_ENQ8s/s72-c/Babies-%26-Sitters_LOGO_Captions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-1279567808518742311</id><published>2009-11-16T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:38:40.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIlQl-JJ5I/AAAAAAAAAw0/NywnAk3V-h0/s1600/Final-Artwork-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIlQl-JJ5I/AAAAAAAAAw0/NywnAk3V-h0/s400/Final-Artwork-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404923469798909842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my favourite pick* isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIlQBS1jHI/AAAAAAAAAws/QFGGJzFGc2o/s1600/Final-Artwork-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIlQBS1jHI/AAAAAAAAAws/QFGGJzFGc2o/s400/Final-Artwork-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404923459953593458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIlRkYQduI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WmJDF_qiqGY/s1600/Final-Artwork-3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIlRkYQduI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WmJDF_qiqGY/s400/Final-Artwork-3b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404923486551439074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your wife is working late, so you’re taking care of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Then your best friend called, telling you your snobbish&lt;br /&gt;neighbour is asking for a re-match. Do you miss the&lt;br /&gt;chance of winning or bring the kids with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not! We understand you can’t always be there for your&lt;br /&gt;child, so let us help. We provide excellent child care services,&lt;br /&gt;so you can have peace of mind when you leave home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having us stepping in for you is just a click away.&lt;br /&gt;Visit www.babiesandsitters.com for more information.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my second favourite pick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIlRE5QUfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/JB9UQU3Y5oE/s1600/Final-Artwork-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIlRE5QUfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/JB9UQU3Y5oE/s400/Final-Artwork-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404923478099907058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You spend hours preparing. Finally, you’re dressed to the&lt;br /&gt;nines. As you kiss your baby goodbye, you realised your&lt;br /&gt;husband has left for a work emergency. Do you miss your&lt;br /&gt;girls’ night out or bring the baby with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not! We understand you can’t always be there for your&lt;br /&gt;child, so let us help. We provide excellent child care services, so&lt;br /&gt;you can have peace of mind when you leave home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having us stepping in for you is just a click away.&lt;br /&gt;Visit www.babiesandsitters.com for more information.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artwork in progress for our Web Design pair work. So far this is what we came out with. What do you think? As we are in the dilemma to choose one or two for our final pick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;credits to myself (Creative Director) &amp; wonderTammy (Copywriter) **wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-1279567808518742311?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/1279567808518742311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=1279567808518742311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1279567808518742311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1279567808518742311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-process.html' title='On The Way'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIlQl-JJ5I/AAAAAAAAAw0/NywnAk3V-h0/s72-c/Final-Artwork-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-2232696821545647700</id><published>2009-11-16T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:10:07.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend @ Pop Chic Street Market-Zouk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwINFSpoU8I/AAAAAAAAAwU/4JvOdPh7Gd0/s1600/DSC08899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwINFSpoU8I/AAAAAAAAAwU/4JvOdPh7Gd0/s320/DSC08899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404896887354971074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was an exciting weekend to be able to spend half a day @ Pop Chic Street Market since I missed it the first time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIh_aACMWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/V7cQ_kxob9A/s1600/DSC08902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIh_aACMWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/V7cQ_kxob9A/s400/DSC08902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404919875992957282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  the Hot MAMA's is on their feet to rock the market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIP6t5B5OI/AAAAAAAAAwc/s4mKSPx7_68/s1600/DSC08906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwIP6t5B5OI/AAAAAAAAAwc/s4mKSPx7_68/s320/DSC08906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404900004223640802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blue tag was found @ Pop Chic Street Market. We were lucky to get those freebies! Just gotten to upload the Blue tag free ticket for YOUREKA Finale party by Yahoo and two tickets to 2012 (Sern has been anticipating for this show and I am not, oh well I guess I have to since it's Free), and more of YOUREKA invitation cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome experience to be able to see tons of spanking new goodies and new arrivals by these artistic people. The stuff there were miraculously special especially accessories and I wouldn't want to miss it the next time they're having it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we rocked off with bags of new stuff by walking to the car under the rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-2232696821545647700?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2232696821545647700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=2232696821545647700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2232696821545647700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2232696821545647700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-pop-chic-street-market.html' title='Weekend @ Pop Chic Street Market-Zouk'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SwINFSpoU8I/AAAAAAAAAwU/4JvOdPh7Gd0/s72-c/DSC08899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-3982337752554796432</id><published>2009-11-12T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:15:33.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SvzdR1m6tdI/AAAAAAAAAvs/VsJoPsHXdAI/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SvzdR1m6tdI/AAAAAAAAAvs/VsJoPsHXdAI/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403436951455577554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-3982337752554796432?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/3982337752554796432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=3982337752554796432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/3982337752554796432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/3982337752554796432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SvzdR1m6tdI/AAAAAAAAAvs/VsJoPsHXdAI/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-8209554685507891233</id><published>2009-11-09T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:23:29.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;...In everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SvgbvTBR1oI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fQzfBbgsrLY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SvgbvTBR1oI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fQzfBbgsrLY/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402098252404348546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express" (Romans 8:26).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-8209554685507891233?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8209554685507891233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=8209554685507891233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8209554685507891233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8209554685507891233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SvgbvTBR1oI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fQzfBbgsrLY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-3353099599683330476</id><published>2009-11-08T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:58:57.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressive</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2b2MBNCNiA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2b2MBNCNiA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-3353099599683330476?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/3353099599683330476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=3353099599683330476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/3353099599683330476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/3353099599683330476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/11/impressed.html' title='Impressive'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-6339556703367119201</id><published>2009-11-02T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T03:36:22.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Big Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-J2fB2oXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PfHiRYu6B4c/s1600-h/DSC08674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-J2fB2oXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PfHiRYu6B4c/s400/DSC08674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399686047375729010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope that you will love those gifts and will make your day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-J2DxovkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/zVsE0L6HYcM/s1600-h/DSC08675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-J2DxovkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/zVsE0L6HYcM/s400/DSC08675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399686040059952706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-J1vdH1SI/AAAAAAAAAvM/oZ5Gk2Pjqbs/s1600-h/DSC08678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-J1vdH1SI/AAAAAAAAAvM/oZ5Gk2Pjqbs/s400/DSC08678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399686034605200674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrumptious meal at Chilis while I'm anticipating for his BIG Suprise from gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-Is681ogI/AAAAAAAAAu0/hV1tY5xWpyc/s1600-h/DSC08687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-Is681ogI/AAAAAAAAAu0/hV1tY5xWpyc/s400/DSC08687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399684783560565250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up at PIZZA HUT @ KLCC...although the initial plan was Chilis but oh well at least he feel the suprise! See how engrossed is he with the big gift from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-IuPsZ_UI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qn9Omwm3ahc/s1600-h/DSC08697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-IuPsZ_UI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qn9Omwm3ahc/s400/DSC08697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399684806308658498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Kushal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-ItRrJ6oI/AAAAAAAAAu8/-gGHYrffqo8/s1600-h/DSC08713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-ItRrJ6oI/AAAAAAAAAu8/-gGHYrffqo8/s400/DSC08713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399684789660412546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy and sweet Kar Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-HmzSgjmI/AAAAAAAAAus/cAx2AjGDWfE/s1600-h/DSC08710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-HmzSgjmI/AAAAAAAAAus/cAx2AjGDWfE/s400/DSC08710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399683578913132130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely bird of the year, Shaun and Karmun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-HmbglHjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jUwjJNsAS78/s1600-h/DSC08720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-HmbglHjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jUwjJNsAS78/s400/DSC08720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399683572529700402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedy people, almost half the bottle of cheeze gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-HmA6GCdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jMeL-SED2Ec/s1600-h/DSC08722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-HmA6GCdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jMeL-SED2Ec/s400/DSC08722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399683565388958162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaWen and squeaky Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-G3OMa_gI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZZeMUUJ_UY4/s1600-h/DSC08735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-G3OMa_gI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZZeMUUJ_UY4/s400/DSC08735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399682761501638146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny from left stealing food! Poor Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-G2uzoGoI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rK6PvWBCJFA/s1600-h/DSC08733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-G2uzoGoI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rK6PvWBCJFA/s400/DSC08733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399682753076140674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny from left is on his next move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-G2MFWF0I/AAAAAAAAAuE/q1Zn9iGCFNo/s1600-h/DSC08744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-G2MFWF0I/AAAAAAAAAuE/q1Zn9iGCFNo/s400/DSC08744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399682743755216706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-E0zngJxI/AAAAAAAAAt8/U3-5EJ0Oqic/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-E0zngJxI/AAAAAAAAAt8/U3-5EJ0Oqic/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399680520984471314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big leap for you BIG boy or perhaps your friends will call you as MAN! Love always with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-6339556703367119201?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/6339556703367119201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=6339556703367119201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6339556703367119201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6339556703367119201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-big-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday Big Boy'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Su-J2fB2oXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PfHiRYu6B4c/s72-c/DSC08674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-3638979912829960313</id><published>2009-10-29T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:49:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ask Me Why</title><content type='html'>People always mention this phrase "Friends come and go" but let me tell you what is my phrase deep within my heart "Friends come and stay". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have the urge to post about my heart felt in class. How I see friends come and go all the time except for one. I truly treasure friendship like how I treasure my live. Friends are the one who actually keeps me moving in my daily routine. That is why we tend to follow our friends footsteps, if she go I will go but if she don't I will think twice. You see how much friends can actually influence our decision in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this group of friends and I would say I am proud to have them once having the intimacy to one extend but the heart aching is that it never lasted. After two weeks of semester break, it's like this huge gap that is within us that labels us as 'strangers'. I hope this won't remain as it is but a step of transformation where I can draw myself one step closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, &lt;br /&gt;I hope not to walk in front of you and you follow,&lt;br /&gt;I hope not to walk behind you and I follow,&lt;br /&gt;But I hope to walk next to you and be your friend, just a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-3638979912829960313?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/3638979912829960313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=3638979912829960313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/3638979912829960313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/3638979912829960313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-ask-me-why.html' title='Don&apos;t Ask Me Why'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-8550996997437688946</id><published>2009-10-23T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T02:31:24.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SuVsP2ZbXjI/AAAAAAAAAts/Yy5Q4XMFrUs/s1600-h/DSC08295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SuVsP2ZbXjI/AAAAAAAAAts/Yy5Q4XMFrUs/s400/DSC08295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396838748029410866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-8550996997437688946?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8550996997437688946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=8550996997437688946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8550996997437688946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8550996997437688946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SuVsP2ZbXjI/AAAAAAAAAts/Yy5Q4XMFrUs/s72-c/DSC08295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4889985916790148055</id><published>2009-10-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:42:02.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the Beauty of It</title><content type='html'>Week before I have this urge to get a book from the nearest bookstore which is Kinokuniya. And today without any hesitation right after completing my work in MIM-INTI institute while waiting for Sern, we both embarked straight to Kino and head towards the religion section. I felt like I just need to grab a book to read and have a feeling that God wants to speaks to me from one of the famous author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did, I bumped into the book entitled &lt;em&gt;Cast of Characters- Common People in the Hands of an Uncommon God&lt;/em&gt; by an inspiring author Max Lucado. The first chapter is about Joseph an ordinary carpenter who obeyed God when the angel called. He obeyed when Mary explained. He obeyed when God sent. He was obedient when the sky was bright. He was obedient when the sky was dark. He didnt let his confusion disrupt his obedience. He didnt know about everything but he did what he knew. He has the confident to shut down his business and gave up everything and left to another country. Why? Because that is what God said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about me? As I was thinking does Joseph ever ask a single question regarding what he commanded him to? If one day God command me to speaks to a stranger about Christ will I do so without second thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the most significant incident in my life when God ask for my brother to be home together with Him. By then I was only 13 years old and I never ask a doubful question because my faith was so strong that I believe he will provides and he has a reason behind it. And I go around telling friends and family how much God can speaks to me through his departure to Heaven. But again if now God would have to take away someone I love so dearly, I will began to questions and probably I will never share. But I am very curious how God can actually use me to do something big for Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many questions about the Bible that you and I won;t be able to answer until we get home like Joseph. Many knotholes and snapshots. Many times I will muse and I will start to wonder. I love to do a lot of wonderings and I enjoy doing so....&lt;br /&gt;Again in that chapter it says "..in our wonderings, there are some questions we never need to ask. Does God cares? Do we matter to God? Does he still love his children?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the small face of the stable-born baby, he says &lt;em&gt;YES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my sins are forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my name is written in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, death had been defeated.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, God has entered my world.&lt;br /&gt;Immanuel. God is with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4889985916790148055?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4889985916790148055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4889985916790148055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4889985916790148055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4889985916790148055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-beauty-of-it.html' title='That&apos;s the Beauty of It'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-5055729143012078002</id><published>2009-10-11T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:45:10.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One HeartBeat</title><content type='html'>Present to you our ever enthusiast camp speaker brother Vincent and translator sister Vivian (Thanks for the smooth translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKi7lrKyzI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Us09RSqYh9w/s1600-h/8228_181849678708_573818708_3922793_1811038_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKi7lrKyzI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Us09RSqYh9w/s320/8228_181849678708_573818708_3922793_1811038_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391550848525060914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it smells good?? Refreshing ~~~~ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKi7exO1dI/AAAAAAAAAtI/NqTqi3xBM04/s1600-h/danush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKi7exO1dI/AAAAAAAAAtI/NqTqi3xBM04/s320/danush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391550846671443410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKi63qZr0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/iznxelOx8Lc/s1600-h/aa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKi63qZr0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/iznxelOx8Lc/s320/aa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391550836173811522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each person will go up to that person and whisper words of encouragements...indeed very encouraging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKi6ggYKKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/53L3K0C0cXA/s1600-h/222.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKi6ggYKKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/53L3K0C0cXA/s320/222.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391550829957752994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKhUpANaYI/AAAAAAAAAso/kV08ERz7PtM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKhUpANaYI/AAAAAAAAAso/kV08ERz7PtM/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391549079892093314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Pose "Loh Mai Kai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKhUCAYbkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Xvd9OwGJruk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKhUCAYbkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Xvd9OwGJruk/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391549069423832642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKhT8QFdOI/AAAAAAAAAsY/rVRthozXHWw/s1600-h/88.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKhT8QFdOI/AAAAAAAAAsY/rVRthozXHWw/s320/88.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391549067879085282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKhTZFX1gI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3cMpY2hDows/s1600-h/8228_184635408708_573818708_3947666_5714292_n5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKhTZFX1gI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3cMpY2hDows/s320/8228_184635408708_573818708_3947666_5714292_n5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391549058438911490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKhSyOSKyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XxnGaLy6j20/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKhSyOSKyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XxnGaLy6j20/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391549048007306018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream Trotting with my torn off Nike Shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKgc-a5gZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XtW0lA9w0MM/s1600-h/i.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKgc-a5gZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XtW0lA9w0MM/s320/i.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391548123568505234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKgcnrer1I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZiDhWtQQvno/s1600-h/m.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKgcnrer1I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZiDhWtQQvno/s320/m.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391548117464035154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKgbUEO5LI/AAAAAAAAArg/Tn282LNiltU/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKgbUEO5LI/AAAAAAAAArg/Tn282LNiltU/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391548095019279538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is a bit sesat somewhere....hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKc588zI_I/AAAAAAAAArY/my0TMqL1wKk/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKc588zI_I/AAAAAAAAArY/my0TMqL1wKk/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391544223343518706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With camp shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKc5UTNP3I/AAAAAAAAArQ/2bjkGgoQ3Oo/s1600-h/8228_181836318708_573818708_3922659_3496312_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKc5UTNP3I/AAAAAAAAArQ/2bjkGgoQ3Oo/s320/8228_181836318708_573818708_3922659_3496312_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391544212431650674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...without...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKc5I-W5HI/AAAAAAAAArI/5KUBB7vHxSQ/s1600-h/8228_181849688708_573818708_3922794_6679329_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKc5I-W5HI/AAAAAAAAArI/5KUBB7vHxSQ/s320/8228_181849688708_573818708_3922794_6679329_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391544209391412338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-5055729143012078002?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5055729143012078002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=5055729143012078002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5055729143012078002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5055729143012078002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-heartbeat.html' title='One HeartBeat'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/StKi7lrKyzI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Us09RSqYh9w/s72-c/8228_181849678708_573818708_3922793_1811038_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-7404292208789829992</id><published>2009-09-20T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:48:23.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowing Down</title><content type='html'>Finally I get to slow down a bit and lay my hands on the keyboard once again. It's been way way overdue since the last time I've actually blog about the happenings and not so happening with me. I have been really hectic over the past semester and of course I did something productive and beneficial to myself and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past semester, what a relief I could put it that way but not entirely because I still have the tail to finish up. 'SOS EARTH' is the event name hold by the PR students and we as the advertising students are to be responsible over the advertisements, publicity and build awareness among the campus itself and public. But most importantly in taking charge of being a creative director in motivating the team to work is that I've learnt to be patient and practise handling crisis. It's really not easy especially I'm a person who cares so much of relationship and how people would actually perceive me as a leader. Again I have second thought which is failed to be a great leader. No doubts there are ups and downs throughout the process of being the middle person between the client, lecturers and my own members. Above all I would like to thank those who have supported me all the way which is God for training me hard and providing me the strength to overcome such crisis, dearest family for providing me financially and although they don't know the details but I believe they will always be the comfort of all, Sern for always there to listen to ever single details of worries, Tammy for supporting me all the way and encouragements, love and cares and Daniel for being such a positive young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of complaining, I do gained multiple values from this traning ground. Therefore I am soon to say "sayonara" to all these and one thing I would really want to do is to slow down and enjoy life more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are more fast paced than ever living in such modern lives that we can get things easily at the tip of our fingers. Technology is continually invented that saves us time, we use that time to do more and more things, and so our lives are more fast-paced and hectic than ever as I have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very basic thing I would really want to learn is a slower-paced life means making time to enjoy my mornings, instead of rushing off to college and get my feet to work. It means taking time to enjoy whatever I'm doing, to appreciate the outdoors, to actually focus on whoever I'm talking to or spending time with — instead of always being connected to the internet or handphone or laptop, instead of always thinking about work tasks and emails. It means single-tasking rather than switching between a multitude of tasks and focusing on none of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowing down is a conscious choice, and not always an easy one, but it leads to a greater appreciation for life and a greater level of happiness with my love ones for He invented time, there shall be no excuse for me to say "No Time" for queit time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-7404292208789829992?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7404292208789829992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=7404292208789829992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7404292208789829992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7404292208789829992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/09/slowing-down.html' title='Slowing Down'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-7459889993993231797</id><published>2009-08-29T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:07:26.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street is Going Real Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3K8KvHxh1VI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3K8KvHxh1VI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-7459889993993231797?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7459889993993231797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=7459889993993231797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7459889993993231797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7459889993993231797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/08/sesame-street-is-going-real-mad.html' title='Sesame Street is Going Real Mad'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-5880578665065178958</id><published>2009-08-11T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:36:12.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;That the Lord of all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name,&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;That the bright and morning star,&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way,&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;That the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love&lt;br /&gt;And watch me rise again.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;That the voice that calmed the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;I am yours..&lt;br /&gt;I am yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am but because of who you are that I am mould in your image instead of the world.&lt;/em&gt;                               &lt;em&gt;-MichelleTan-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-5880578665065178958?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5880578665065178958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=5880578665065178958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5880578665065178958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5880578665065178958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-i-am.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-7652341596100609744</id><published>2009-07-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:35:53.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEGA SALE!</title><content type='html'>Again it is the carnival where everyone is waiting for, be it local or tourist. Especially ladies will only be united at this season which is the vision to have more and spend more! This is where all the woman go crazy and starts spending lavishly including me!! =) not anytime soon probably after this week. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SmchKfDvvNI/AAAAAAAAApQ/9dYWdP-geBo/s1600-h/DSC08011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SmchKfDvvNI/AAAAAAAAApQ/9dYWdP-geBo/s400/DSC08011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361290345427483858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab the opportunity to enjoy astounding discounts and special offers during Malaysia’s biggest annual sale carnival! There’s value for money for everyone out there at the countless shopping malls and stores nationwide. -_- Since when I have become so commercialize over these things....must be the harsh training I've been in advertising course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-7652341596100609744?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7652341596100609744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=7652341596100609744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7652341596100609744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7652341596100609744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/07/mega-sale.html' title='MEGA SALE!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SmchKfDvvNI/AAAAAAAAApQ/9dYWdP-geBo/s72-c/DSC08011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-428131507708378911</id><published>2009-07-08T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:33:02.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whacky Doughnut Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZovIAvWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Khv-MqiexNM/s1600-h/NMCAVNSX57CA9X3O7XCAL53JF0CA70H5TQCAEC83XGCA9XEX4MCASWPWFMCA9D2U83CAUOW489CATU35T8CAKKRCT6CAS1IWXCCAZQQGU0CACO6P5NCAB5UG7ECA5R48ALCA5A80F1CA39UJC7CAE08S0S.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happen when we want to express ourself. By the way doughnut is how we call each other. Yes it is trademarked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZaarLi2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/d2WKPqO9gSk/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356285642198977378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZaarLi2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/d2WKPqO9gSk/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my face, do I look like I care ACT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Children below 16 please do not practise this at home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZXyPwURI/AAAAAAAAAoI/LjJnDfBHl-s/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356285596986790162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZXyPwURI/AAAAAAAAAoI/LjJnDfBHl-s/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shokingness ACT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZXnHrkRI/AAAAAAAAAoA/H80iUTP5aGg/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356285594000134418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZXnHrkRI/AAAAAAAAAoA/H80iUTP5aGg/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kononnya fall asleep ACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZUIUn05I/AAAAAAAAAn4/EI7YP0-Qo9g/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356285534193308562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZUIUn05I/AAAAAAAAAn4/EI7YP0-Qo9g/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying really hard!! Constipated ACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZRTlNdrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XsnexMgdK_o/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356285485676066482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZRTlNdrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XsnexMgdK_o/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloated ACT. Doughnut it's exploding, be CAREFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZDQB8pCI/AAAAAAAAAno/iVT0RStNdsU/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356285244204688418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZDQB8pCI/AAAAAAAAAno/iVT0RStNdsU/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After ACT, stoning ACT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZDMGRRcI/AAAAAAAAAng/1cQ-62Ltq2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356285243149075906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZDMGRRcI/AAAAAAAAAng/1cQ-62Ltq2Y/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane ACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZC_1iCGI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2wQzZObVm3U/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356285239857645666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZC_1iCGI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2wQzZObVm3U/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Look what we are trying to attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZCOpPwYI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HcgGvun2xbo/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356285226652778882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZCOpPwYI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HcgGvun2xbo/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356286002342917618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZvYUL9fI/AAAAAAAAAog/f10lg67pGgM/s320/bugs_bunny_desktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZA3U273I/AAAAAAAAAnI/5E8lZD1TlpA/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356285203213381490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZA3U273I/AAAAAAAAAnI/5E8lZD1TlpA/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright GIVE UP!! That fella do better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-428131507708378911?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/428131507708378911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=428131507708378911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/428131507708378911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/428131507708378911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/07/whacky-doughnut-act.html' title='Whacky Doughnut Act'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlVZaarLi2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/d2WKPqO9gSk/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-6528154141959421404</id><published>2009-07-08T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:12:46.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlSoq6pgSaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FI_VzsAIkFA/s1600-h/IMG_0993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356091312101673378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlSoq6pgSaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FI_VzsAIkFA/s400/IMG_0993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daniel Lee is getting baptized...good news brought forward to all the Christians. Indeed it's a pleasure to have known such a great friend who has strong spirit in himself, mentally and physically. Truly Daniel has set a good example among us as a new believer in Christ. A brother who has never complain in his life of what he deserves and what he does not. A word of thanks is what brought forth as his first impression to me. We enjoy great times together and down times together as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for a brother like him, as he wrote in the newsletter shared on how blessed he is to be able to be in the family such as CF. "More than just a society where Christians gather and have fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Daniel Lee-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey brother, when is our next round for L4D huh??? Anyway, it's been great to have you around, ever so cheerful and encouraging, do keep it up as we need each other for He created us to be one. I want you to know that you are a great person, just one of a kind. It's been a pleasure seeing you grow so much. Rejoice for He is Our Lord! Daniel, when you want something in life, reaches out and grab it and we will always support each other right?? Never give up; I am sure you will do great thing for God, impacting lives in many others to come along your journey. Stay firm, Stay faithful in Him.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Tan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-6528154141959421404?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/6528154141959421404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=6528154141959421404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6528154141959421404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6528154141959421404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/07/daniel-lee-is-getting-baptized.html' title=''/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SlSoq6pgSaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FI_VzsAIkFA/s72-c/IMG_0993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-6919502507534728961</id><published>2009-06-23T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:31:36.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Out with Wacky Client</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGc5NHKdcI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-KhcLU3rwRg/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350730338879043010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGc5NHKdcI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-KhcLU3rwRg/s400/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGaAyEu83I/AAAAAAAAAjw/1-niuwqUHfg/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350727170525164402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGaAyEu83I/AAAAAAAAAjw/1-niuwqUHfg/s200/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGaBYlaX8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/uImaJrmBR8c/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350727170619439810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGaAybNesI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_GJG8a88JqA/s200/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGaBLwRJGI/AAAAAAAAAkA/auNvDwGOfTE/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350727177418646626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGaBLwRJGI/AAAAAAAAAkA/auNvDwGOfTE/s200/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See Mun our generous Account Director with curly hair, Serene the wacky Publicity co-ordinator, Sim Teng our kind Media Planner, Miss Kah Hoe the only Men in Black and last but not least the one who assist all of us Tammy the assistant AE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGWBX7L3lI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Z57lyM_NmFM/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGWBfTEBAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/nXObOCxl2kg/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350722776788391010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGWBCIQVGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/XQtXlZER-QE/s200/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Client is who I am refering to as the wacky people. After a long stretch of meeting, we finally get a chance to dine with them in this Four Season Restaurant. In this Restaurant they actually have 4 different season in each corner, therefore you can choose your own corner with your own season that you prefer. It is located @ Wangsa Maju near Carrefour, don't really know the exact address. Hehehe. About the unique themes and season they provide, the atmosphere wasn't that brilliant and the food I would say is so so. Let's meet up for another wacky session this Thursday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Apologize on the quality of pictures*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGVZdZQq8I/AAAAAAAAAiw/KNA5eDGY-FQ/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-6919502507534728961?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/6919502507534728961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=6919502507534728961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6919502507534728961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6919502507534728961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/06/dinner-out-with-wacky-client.html' title='Dinner Out with Wacky Client'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SkGc5NHKdcI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-KhcLU3rwRg/s72-c/DSC00761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-2168914339065062683</id><published>2009-06-20T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T03:31:08.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Gift of All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Father's Day has arrived, not being able to be with my father at this moment when everyone is celebrating it, all I can do is to say words of thanks. First, I am really longing to travel home and suprise my dad since my brother left to UK and at this hour, at least I should be at home. Unfortunately, I have really tight schedule and I have deadlines to meet for assignments and rushing in and out for the upcoming campaign so therefore I couldn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well at least I can express it here and knowing that my dad will be reading this. I see him as someone who can go through hardship without complaining. When I was young, whenever the clock ticks to 6.30p.m. I know my dad will be exhausted from work, from his face I can tell. Of course there are ups and downs in the working life especially when he has to support the family and that is why I can never forget the hardships he have taken to bring me to the level I am today. How can I forget that finger of yours through whose support I stood up and began to walk when I am 1 years old. He provided me the comfort even if he had to toil hard. Still, when I have grown up, he become worried even with my slightest sneeze. Well this shows itself his immense love for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Ah Pa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have always admired you and respected you for being the most upright person I have known in my life. Really. I know you do not show your love for your daughters so openly but you love us a lot. I know I have hurt you a lot at times and let you down when you expected that I will prove myself. I am really Sorry Ah Pa, but I did what I thought was good for me. I take responsibility of every decision I made. We might not have had a lot of interaction but you have made a maximum impact on the way I think and react. Your principles have been the guiding force in my life. I hope I will follow them all my life. Best part about you as a father has been that you never really taught us anything. You just lived your life and showed us the path of rightful living. You provided us with all the essentials of good life and never made us compromise on anything. Without ever showing how hard it could have been for you to provide such a decent life to all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Thank You for Everything Your youngest daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-2168914339065062683?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2168914339065062683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=2168914339065062683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2168914339065062683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2168914339065062683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/06/greatest-gift-of-all.html' title='Greatest Gift of All'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-8050098701167150314</id><published>2009-06-17T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:04:30.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Going Gets Tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time really flies and I totally have no time for God. Sometimes when I say this to God, I really feel the slap on my face. Back to the basic, God created 24 hours and all I have to say is no time for God. This place is once I actually share my experience with my Father in heaven, what have drive me away from him. It used to be a place where I will throw all out on how I encounter the wilderness with Him. It has been almost a year I am work driven until I bounce into this verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not store up for yourselves treasure on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselve treasure in Heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be.                                                                                                         Matthew 9:19-21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt the whisper saying to me asking me to stop what I am doing now and ponder again my purpose in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-8050098701167150314?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8050098701167150314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=8050098701167150314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8050098701167150314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8050098701167150314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='When The Going Gets Tough'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-1838651057463394685</id><published>2009-06-10T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:28:19.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, I would say when I am at work, I miss college and when I am in college I kinda miss working life but not entirely. How ironic it sounds like to you? One thing I notice is human always tends to complain even when we got the best. It has been the third week every since I had my short break and apologise again for not spending much time in updating. But I'm glad I'm back to college because looking back I do spend most of my laughter in college with friends going through the ups and down. Once again, whether it is ups or down I still praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative strategy is one of my subject now which we mainly serving our client (PR students) in meeting their needs for a campaign. We act as advertising agency in meeting their needs in producing awareness by creating advertisements. We have no longer working on paper works which we refer it as assignments but practically serving them in these two months. The idea of this entire campaign is to build awareness among youth on environmental friendly concept. Therefore there are many aspects that we have to look into in terms of materials and production. So far we have met the client and gotten our brief from the client side, so what is in progress now is coming out with the big idea. Am looking for it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....apart from all the assignments and the work load that I am still enjoying, no complaints. As I look back, it has been 3 years I've spend being nurture and mould by TARC and of course different kind of people as well which I will refer them as friends and buddies. I miss CF members, after a long break offline with CF members due to clash of classes and tight schedule....stepping back in one week ago and keeping in touch with them is such a comforting memory. =) I miss you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-1838651057463394685?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/1838651057463394685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=1838651057463394685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1838651057463394685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1838651057463394685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-well-i-would-say-when-i-am-at-work-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4083181020024617280</id><published>2009-05-19T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:48:48.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Second Worth in Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLfFPmoUEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/L5zTs44pi-A/s1600-h/DSC07778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337573789568356418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLfFPmoUEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/L5zTs44pi-A/s400/DSC07778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dearest Mira, front desk executive...the one I always greet good morning =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLfEn3m6uI/AAAAAAAAAhw/74jy8dnL2oo/s1600-h/Untitled-3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337573778902149858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLfEn3m6uI/AAAAAAAAAhw/74jy8dnL2oo/s400/Untitled-3+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The creative team, indeed very creative..=)&lt;br /&gt;from left Eujin (Art Director), Roen, Fero (Art Director), Myself, Serene, David (Junior Art Director), KitTze (Creative Director), and Sagar (Copywriter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLfENDLdLI/AAAAAAAAAho/Ef0oGa7yBxU/s1600-h/DSC07782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337573771702924466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLfENDLdLI/AAAAAAAAAho/Ef0oGa7yBxU/s400/DSC07782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest account team..=)&lt;br /&gt;from left Dave (AE), Elaine (AE), Melissa(AE), myself, Serene (close buddy), JuLing and *drum roll* our director Sean Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLfDnEL6mI/AAAAAAAAAhY/mNMig0wc1co/s1600-h/DSC07771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337573761506601570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLfDnEL6mI/AAAAAAAAAhY/mNMig0wc1co/s400/DSC07771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serene one of my close buddy during internship when she has to swallow all my whine, complaints and of course laughter. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLdLLxHFJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/44saDamBsgE/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337571692594533522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLdLLxHFJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/44saDamBsgE/s400/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pretty girls from the designers team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLdKy10A5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/NbeTxb3g7A0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337571685903369106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLdKy10A5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/NbeTxb3g7A0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, three months have passed by really fast and I would want to thank one person for placing me there is Him. I believe there is a reason why He placed me there in Grey and not others. Indeed Grey has thought me countless of things and uncountable values I've picked up throughout my internship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over the past three months, there are fulfilling time, there are disappointments, there are rough times, there are fun time (that is how externally they would see us as), and of course there are dreadful times. I was assigned to the servicing under the account of DIGI, JuLing is one of my supervisor as for my director Sean whom is someone I will look up to because he is quite a nice person and the time I really get to know him was the time when he drives us to meet the client for WIP session. He gave me countless of advice and numbers or thoughts that I could actually ponder upon. I always believe there is something in him that makes him a director at the age of 32. And as for Elaine one of the fresh account executive whom I assist during my internship, no doubts she gaves me encouragements too. JuLing and Elaine are the people whom I work closely to and to always ensure things gets done every second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in Grey requires double speed of how other industry I am exposed to work. That is why my headline is every second worth in Grey because I truly believes that seeds has been planted. I'm grateful to look back to what I have learnt. Indeed it is a training ground for me and to be exposed to the working environment in reality. Apart from knowing, tasting it is another story I would say. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4083181020024617280?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4083181020024617280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4083181020024617280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4083181020024617280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4083181020024617280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-second-worth-in-grey.html' title='Every Second Worth in Grey'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/ShLfFPmoUEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/L5zTs44pi-A/s72-c/DSC07778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-3232354444910425652</id><published>2009-05-14T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:54:11.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement in Russia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgznVylmy6I/AAAAAAAAAhA/Pnbj4yTTh4I/s1600-h/ATT00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Mother's day is instituted to honor mother, but this day is exploited for it's commercial benefits. Like any other special occasion we celebrate throughout the years including Valentine's Day, Father's Day or even Friendship Day, I do think that these 'special' day have become very much commercialized. Children feel guilty if they do not give their mother appropriately on this day. Mothers feel overwhelmed with the choice of their children's gift. I wish we could actually celebrate Mother's day with sentiment. While I do favor gifts and gifting, I don't really like the commoditization of relationships especially when the relationship is so sacred between a mother and a child relationship. I think that we should profess our love every single day instead of that very special day when the others 364 we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVpsuouvWI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xq_0Y1AObaw/s1600-h/DSC07745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333785550844247394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVpsuouvWI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xq_0Y1AObaw/s400/DSC07745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is my lovely mom, who shows me all 100% love, care, and above all attention! I always see my mother as someone who has a deep understanding of what is in my mind. Whenever I have worries or request, before me speaking a word, my mom will definitely ask "Do you have anything you want to tell me?" It's as if she is the worm in stomach who know what I am in need of. She is a role model to me of how I am to become a mother in future. A Mother's love is something that no one can explain, it is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain, it is endless and unselfishand enduring come what may. For nothing can destroy it or take that love away . . .It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, and it never fails or falter seven though the heart is breaking . . .It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns, and it glows with all the beautyof the rarest, brightest gems . . .It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation, and it still remains a secretl ike the mysteries of creation . . . A many splendoured miracleman cannot understand and another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making a hassle to crack your brain of what to get on Mother's day, or get for the sake of mother's day, I would suggest make a simple meal instead. Besides preparing a simple meal, why not try rewarding your mom by bringing her out to a healthy meal, or buy something that is relates to the household, you can always be thoughtful to custom made a card with quotations if you do not know how to express your love in words or care for her beauty to those mom who is concern of their beauty by bringing them out for a day of facial and spa! It doesn't matter how much a present cost but how much your longing to appreciate your mom is the biggest gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVos5ZP8_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/DYVPW8CYuRI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333784454220477426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVos5ZP8_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/DYVPW8CYuRI/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVosko4KZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5gbQnFU9tR8/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333784448648882578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVosko4KZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5gbQnFU9tR8/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVosY3MBrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xm7s5oMMeRg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333784445487679154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVosY3MBrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xm7s5oMMeRg/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVosKkFr_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/RO5xYanpURU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333784441649475570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVosKkFr_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/RO5xYanpURU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVhp6EopxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4nflsTWJbCA/s1600-h/DSC07723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333776706281449234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVhp6EopxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4nflsTWJbCA/s400/DSC07723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Without her I wouldn't be who I am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-7548948172847333291?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7548948172847333291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=7548948172847333291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7548948172847333291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7548948172847333291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-of-mother.html' title='Beauty of a Mother'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgVpsuouvWI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xq_0Y1AObaw/s72-c/DSC07745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4939273682016305106</id><published>2009-05-07T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:38:51.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, I got woken up early at 4 a.m. by stomach cramp so I didn't feel quite well and decided to grab my phone and inform my friend Serene regarding my absence to work. The pain kicks in early morning till about 6 when I was too tired to stay awake. I didn't do much today except that I decided to drop by Starbucks at Wangsa Maju in Jusco to give myself a drink so I ordered Caramel Macchianto, one of my favourite one of all. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm still feeling weak and tired but it's better than staying in hostel for the day, therefore keeping myself occupied with Internet makes me feel better. Yea feeling really gloomy today, friends not around because they're all back to their various home while I'm here. Anyway, I'm waiting for my bee to arrive from work, really hope to see him soon and get a hug from him. I guess I sign off first. Tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKpjQQiK3I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eRrnyOOFT_U/s1600-h/caramel-macchiato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333011331884919666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKpjQQiK3I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eRrnyOOFT_U/s400/caramel-macchiato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At least I have my Caramel Macchianto to keep me occupied for this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4939273682016305106?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4939273682016305106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4939273682016305106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4939273682016305106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4939273682016305106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-evening.html' title='Friday Evening'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKpjQQiK3I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eRrnyOOFT_U/s72-c/caramel-macchiato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-8433035033019289302</id><published>2009-05-07T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:39:33.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the Client</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKnPKqZ7kI/AAAAAAAAAe8/1bEgC5vlSek/s1600-h/DSC07709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333008787762179650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKnPKqZ7kI/AAAAAAAAAe8/1bEgC5vlSek/s400/DSC07709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DIGI mini cooper right outside the lobby. When I see this, I see Tammy....I still remember the last time she took a shot at Bangsar with this red mini. Hehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKnOhu_kAI/AAAAAAAAAe0/59n_-1Ts9Sk/s1600-h/DSC07703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333008776775569410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKnOhu_kAI/AAAAAAAAAe0/59n_-1Ts9Sk/s400/DSC07703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKjqNCtO0I/AAAAAAAAAes/--R7lFLQyYA/s1600-h/DSC07704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333004854210935618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKjqNCtO0I/AAAAAAAAAes/--R7lFLQyYA/s400/DSC07704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waterfall right behind DIGI working place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKjpqWnhlI/AAAAAAAAAek/e2o4zX-jXhM/s1600-h/DSC07701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333004844899206738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKjpqWnhlI/AAAAAAAAAek/e2o4zX-jXhM/s400/DSC07701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ads in the elevator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKjpMO-qKI/AAAAAAAAAec/NFnqfgn5tjs/s1600-h/DSC07700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333004836814104738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKjpMO-qKI/AAAAAAAAAec/NFnqfgn5tjs/s400/DSC07700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ads in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKjoz_rfpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kbx-raZcdXI/s1600-h/DSC07698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333004830307483282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKjoz_rfpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kbx-raZcdXI/s400/DSC07698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really cool hangout corner, it will be cooler if only they have a glass door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKjorNZLkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/gFRHYvEIST8/s1600-h/DSC07695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333004827949084226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKjorNZLkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/gFRHYvEIST8/s400/DSC07695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Top View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKh0IoFuWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hx7LmpvwY5M/s1600-h/DSC07708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333002825800989026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKh0IoFuWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hx7LmpvwY5M/s400/DSC07708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting corner at the lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKhzyAuSWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tS1vKl01-ic/s1600-h/DSC07705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333002819730295138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKhzyAuSWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tS1vKl01-ic/s400/DSC07705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hangout outside the working compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKhzmdqd2I/AAAAAAAAAds/WX8tU3a1BHY/s1600-h/DSC07692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333002816630454114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKhzmdqd2I/AAAAAAAAAds/WX8tU3a1BHY/s400/DSC07692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this is what makes their working place different from ours. Basically their working concept is open, free seats for anyone. Oh well to be precise, everyone owns a laptop here and whenever you feel like working, just grab a seat and a table. There is no table that belongs to one, that is why they call it as 'free seat'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333002811995438626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKhzVMlviI/AAAAAAAAAdk/igGlvz4ogGc/s400/DSC07691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;WIP with the client in the meeting room. FYI, WIP means work in progress, updates on both sides from the servicing (advertising side) and the client side regarding some respective jobs required from the client. Whenever there is a new job comes in, the client will brief in during WIP. I would say a good experience, it's way beyond what I expected. =) The client are really friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-8433035033019289302?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8433035033019289302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=8433035033019289302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8433035033019289302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8433035033019289302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/05/meeting-client.html' title='Meeting the Client'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgKnPKqZ7kI/AAAAAAAAAe8/1bEgC5vlSek/s72-c/DSC07709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4055126208090441216</id><published>2009-05-05T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:21:40.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgDy2mZBlmI/AAAAAAAAAdc/4mHm5_uP_ZU/s1600-h/n654803324_1577201_196931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgDy2mZBlmI/AAAAAAAAAdc/4mHm5_uP_ZU/s400/n654803324_1577201_196931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332528978639033954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of us dreams and we do come across question like "If only one day a genie appear to you,  and three wishes given to you, what will you ask?" Some will choose beauty, popularity perhaps, financial free or even more wishes! We just tend to be so greedy at times, and wish everything we choose leads to fulfillment of life. But above all, I guess happiness would win, hands down. many people mistakenly think that the first three choice bring happiness, but for those of us who understand happiness in the biblical sense, we understand better in a different way. We know that true happiness often spoken of in the Scripture in terms of being "blessed," is the deep inner sense that everything in life is in order, under God's control. So how can we find this kind of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psalmist tells us that true happiness is experienced as we commit ourselves to live by God's "law" or rules (Psalm 1:2). This may come to us as surprise to come, because unfortunately a lot of us view his rules as divine handcuffs or a heavenly straitjacket. It's as though every time something seems fun and enjoyable, God says, "You can't do that." Or even something seems difficult, God says, "That's what I want you to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea that God gave his law to oppress us is Satan's oldest lie. The earliest attack of Satan on the true happiness of adam and Eve advertised that lie is a tragically successful way (Genesis 3:1-6) To counteract this untruth, the law of the Lord originates from God. He cannot deny himself. He could not possibly give us a set of rules that would be damaging, wicked, unkind, imperfect or unrighteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met anyone who would say that his or her life has been totally devastated because of following God's Word, But I've met a lot of people whose mixed-up, unhappy lives are the result of having scorned God's directives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I find God's law hard to obey, that is when I became rebellious at time, but I always remember that God's commands are the key to expression of his love. For the past number of months, I enjoyed life by neglecting his laws, satisfactions and self achievements as well as friends to be with instead of keeping the relationship with Him but I do come to realized again and again that life without Him is meaningless even when I am financial free. Anyone of us will come to an edge of life questioning what am I living for, but to know the truth that whatever we live for in life, all will turn into dust at the end of the day besides God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the way of the sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. Psalm 1:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happiness is living within the boundary of God's Word.&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/5623284867726469563-4055126208090441216?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4055126208090441216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4055126208090441216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4055126208090441216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4055126208090441216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is........'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SgDy2mZBlmI/AAAAAAAAAdc/4mHm5_uP_ZU/s72-c/n654803324_1577201_196931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4761386233478662902</id><published>2009-05-03T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:31:25.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The VocalPeople</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSMCKNkKyFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSMCKNkKyFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4761386233478662902?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4761386233478662902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4761386233478662902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4761386233478662902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4761386233478662902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/05/vocalpeople.html' title='The VocalPeople'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-6920242350678042406</id><published>2009-05-03T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:46:18.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Oh well, a fruitful weekend have just ended and Monday is kicking in now. Anyway I hope you guys out there had a wonderful weekend too. Can't wait for another weekend to arrive huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5EeuCmm7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fSvWEi28x7k/s1600-h/7246879_38ee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331774303398960050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5EeuCmm7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fSvWEi28x7k/s400/7246879_38ee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh well, went for X-Men movie....it wasn't what I expected but here is what I know from this movie. Hugh Jackman reprises the role that made him a superstar - as the fierce figthing machine who possesses amazing healing powers, retractable claws and a primal fury. Leading up to the events of X-Men, it tells the story of Wolverine's epically violent and romantic past, his complex relationship with Victor Creed, and the Alright here is a short brief of X-Men Origins: Wolverine is a 2009 superhero film based on the fictional Marvel Comics character Wolverine. This film is directed by Gavin Hood and stars Hugh Jackman as a little character. According to research it is a prequel to the X-Men film trilogy and is primarily set roughhly ten to fifteen years before the film X-Men. This film focuses on the violent past of mutant Wolverine and his time with Team X, before the wolverine's skeleton was bonded with the indestructable metal call the adamantium. The plot also details his early encounters with Colonel William Stryker (Danny Huston), the Weapon X program and Wolverine's interactions with other mutants including his relationship with his half brother Victor (Liev Schreiber). This film was mostly shot in Australia and New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to write this post to update on the project we're in now. Wonder Tammy borrowed some really cool reference creative books from the creative juice to brainstorm over the logo, theme and the concept we're getting into. Basically we dine with graphics for about 4 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with the coverage on how wide we would want to cover, so in conclusion we both agree on color palettes instead of sub themes perhaps seasonal. Unique names that Tammy gave birth to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Parade&lt;br /&gt;Blue Lagoon&lt;br /&gt;brown Vintage&lt;br /&gt;Gray Bliss&lt;br /&gt;Luxury Gold&lt;br /&gt;Tropical Green&lt;br /&gt;Orange Sunset&lt;br /&gt;Pink a la Mode (still pending)&lt;br /&gt;Red Masquered&lt;br /&gt;Purple Dusk&lt;br /&gt;Silver Lining&lt;br /&gt;WinterWhite&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Nightingale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not that good with names but at least I did give birth to Gray Bliss...hehehe good attempt huh...=) We narrow it down to our target audience, if u do keep track with the other side story, we are actually focusing all on wedding for now but who knows, we probably will widen our scope of audience. Apart from that, we picked a number of logo type and designs we like. Color will be brown and pastry colors with cursive fonts and curly diamond patterns. Below are some pictures of logo we like and pastry colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5BKrK1DqI/AAAAAAAAAck/cGRiBq3zVKU/s1600-h/DSC07687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331770660495888034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5BKrK1DqI/AAAAAAAAAck/cGRiBq3zVKU/s400/DSC07687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Books where we dig ideas from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5DAjN6jMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/n_bQxSDMskw/s1600-h/DSC07686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772685585910978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5DAjN6jMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/n_bQxSDMskw/s400/DSC07686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logo References&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5DA-u-7_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/E18tI-lUOFY/s1600-h/DSC07680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772692972367858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5DA-u-7_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/E18tI-lUOFY/s400/DSC07680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logo we both like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5DASln3LI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hLtneRvF0Uo/s1600-h/DSC07674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772681121946802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5DASln3LI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hLtneRvF0Uo/s400/DSC07674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Searching through the images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5BKsm1gJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/sF1oe2Carew/s1600-h/DSC07683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331770660881793170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5BKsm1gJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/sF1oe2Carew/s400/DSC07683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first initial idea on business cards similar concept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5BKZxUr0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Y6mOlZks--8/s1600-h/DSC07676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331770655825506114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5BKZxUr0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Y6mOlZks--8/s400/DSC07676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where we actually dine for the past 4 hours yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5BJ65XYBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Zgows7IjTb0/s1600-h/DSC07672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331770647537737746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5BJ65XYBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Zgows7IjTb0/s400/DSC07672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We call it a DAY for now. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-6920242350678042406?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/6920242350678042406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=6920242350678042406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6920242350678042406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6920242350678042406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/05/fruitful-weekend.html' title='Fruitful Weekend'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf5EeuCmm7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fSvWEi28x7k/s72-c/7246879_38ee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4345588633716196518</id><published>2009-05-02T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:52:40.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf59ZenhGGI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mlqb2gzgxjg/s1600-h/left-4-dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf59ZenhGGI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mlqb2gzgxjg/s400/left-4-dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331836885522258018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Oh well, it all started off with my dearest friend who suggested we should go CC together and give a try on this game. So therefore after dropping off our stuff we embark to Tbun for this game. Amazingly I got addicted to this game and if only not my dear have to work the next day, I would have remain my seats on my chair and continue playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Oh well Left 4 Dead is focused on cooperation and team play; colored outlines of teammates are visible through walls to help players stick together and coordinate their movement. If a Survivor falls off the ledge, then they may automatically hang onto it and can only helped up by another survivor. If Survivor health is depleted, then they become incapacitated and can only be revived by another Survivor, at which point they continue playing with a low amount of health that decreases over time. If a Survivor has been incapacitated and revived twice without tending to their wounds, then they will experience distorted black and white vision, and the next incapacitation will kill the character. If a Survivor incurs enough damage while incapacitated, or is not eventually helped up by teammates, then the incapacitated character will die. If a Survivor is killed, then they will respawn in the closet or other enclosed space after a period of time (except during key points in the scenario), but must be freed by another Survivor to rejoin the team.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Otherwise the player must wait till the next level&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Survivor can actually share their first aid kits and pain pills and help each other heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       He promise me to play this thursday again...Hehehehe... I am waiting for it oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf6A4vOdhPI/AAAAAAAAAdU/qqN_UZawsy0/s1600-h/left4dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf6A4vOdhPI/AAAAAAAAAdU/qqN_UZawsy0/s400/left4dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331840721091396850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4345588633716196518?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4345588633716196518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4345588633716196518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4345588633716196518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4345588633716196518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/02/addicted.html' title='Addicted!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sf59ZenhGGI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mlqb2gzgxjg/s72-c/left-4-dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-5192253062522433759</id><published>2009-04-28T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:52:55.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff48NqsNFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/fTUu6Vy3rCM/s1600-h/a99395_sum02_cards_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff199naLxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/nufc3VCKEhc/s400/mwd102597_win07_yarn1_xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329999128876953362" 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/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff192MtLCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/AwPU_ym52wI/s1600-h/mwd103913_sum08_invite_mod_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff192MtLCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/AwPU_ym52wI/s400/mwd103913_sum08_invite_mod_xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329999126885903394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff19j1IRDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eVEXt6oYaBI/s1600-h/wedding_gt_118_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff19j1IRDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eVEXt6oYaBI/s400/wedding_gt_118_xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329999121955177522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff19iUc0CI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jaJ2ml6rOJM/s1600-h/Wedding+Invitations+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff19iUc0CI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jaJ2ml6rOJM/s400/Wedding+Invitations+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329999121549676578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff19fzxZZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dP3TasoZwbs/s1600-h/a98375_fal00_feather_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff19fzxZZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dP3TasoZwbs/s400/a98375_fal00_feather_xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329999120875742610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright here is what I want to share to you guys, I have in mind for very long that I want to do something big out from the gift God has given me. And it is part of my dream as well. Here are some of the researches I have done as reference to produce some really cool wedding invitation cards. Well to be precise I am trying out to attempt the above shown images to see how far I can go. So in this process of planning and trying out, I will keep you guys on track with this big project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget my dearest business partner Tammy will be partnering with me in running this project majoring in weddings. This Sunday we will be planning on this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my little secret that I want to achieve but always fear of failing, but this time round without any hesitation I think I am ready to face whatever that is to come. Alright will update on both our work soon. Be updated =)&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/5623284867726469563-5192253062522433759?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5192253062522433759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=5192253062522433759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5192253062522433759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5192253062522433759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-project.html' title='On A Project'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Sff48NqsNFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/fTUu6Vy3rCM/s72-c/a99395_sum02_cards_xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-8031744618433811807</id><published>2009-04-21T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:00:18.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bags Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Q2WIZdXI/AAAAAAAAAag/urVG-r4Fi9g/s1600-h/678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Q2WIZdXI/AAAAAAAAAag/urVG-r4Fi9g/s400/678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327354672554014066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG678/RM28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QUrsRlkI/AAAAAAAAAaY/J4nbaZvo6rQ/s1600-h/811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QUrsRlkI/AAAAAAAAAaY/J4nbaZvo6rQ/s400/811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327354094226085442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG811/RM28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QUTA_cuI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AhOSUbAb4ps/s1600-h/779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QUTA_cuI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AhOSUbAb4ps/s400/779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327354087602090722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG779/RM28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QJnSIRNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/n10qvWe84MI/s1600-h/710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QJnSIRNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/n10qvWe84MI/s400/710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327353904064120018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG710/RM28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QJSbd-iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rfAOXNbLXRE/s1600-h/728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QJSbd-iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rfAOXNbLXRE/s400/728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327353898466146850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG728/RM32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QJWsWesI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HjrNsXz4TwA/s1600-h/446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QJWsWesI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HjrNsXz4TwA/s400/446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327353899610700482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;BG446/RM35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QJD0z9CI/AAAAAAAAAZw/nsQVe6zAGw0/s1600-h/590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QJD0z9CI/AAAAAAAAAZw/nsQVe6zAGw0/s400/590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327353894545912866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;BG546/RM30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QJGx6pYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9Asmv6HbSek/s1600-h/592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6QJGx6pYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9Asmv6HbSek/s400/592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327353895339074946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG592/RM32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Pen3RclI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PeibpBpz3Vk/s1600-h/899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Pen3RclI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PeibpBpz3Vk/s400/899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327353165485535826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG899/RM32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PeXzOFxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2tAScil13PQ/s1600-h/900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PeXzOFxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2tAScil13PQ/s400/900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327353161173571346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG900/RM49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PeZ15fMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OosG6A_bxuo/s1600-h/901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PeZ15fMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OosG6A_bxuo/s400/901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327353161721674946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG901/RM49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PCUV84qI/AAAAAAAAAY4/vT6SlAZc3cc/s1600-h/856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PCUV84qI/AAAAAAAAAY4/vT6SlAZc3cc/s400/856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352679209165474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG856/RM30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PCf2cBsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Wi-p1mpZv5o/s1600-h/849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PCf2cBsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Wi-p1mpZv5o/s400/849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352682298214082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG849/RM28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PCeKKsjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/HO5PbKmdghg/s1600-h/845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PCeKKsjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/HO5PbKmdghg/s400/845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352681844093490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG845/RM32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PCfAXN2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/0TYj_sj4E8k/s1600-h/843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PCfAXN2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/0TYj_sj4E8k/s400/843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352682071406434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG843/RM32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PCJN7jjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b0m3lFo_qp4/s1600-h/841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6PCJN7jjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b0m3lFo_qp4/s400/841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352676222733874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG841/RM28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6OqnDovLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/LKxOXpGqQic/s1600-h/865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6OqnDovLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/LKxOXpGqQic/s400/865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352271915760818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG865/RM32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6OqvlU-0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/HV8KuI3CS4c/s1600-h/869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6OqvlU-0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/HV8KuI3CS4c/s400/869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352274204556098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG869/RM30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6OqWl9WfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bWapxDavytc/s1600-h/881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6OqWl9WfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bWapxDavytc/s400/881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352267496315378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG881/RM45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6OqdvfJ6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/_xts49nouwI/s1600-h/897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6OqdvfJ6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/_xts49nouwI/s400/897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352269415327650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG897/RM35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Ob-1CuaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tMFpClyLdnA/s1600-h/909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Ob-1CuaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tMFpClyLdnA/s400/909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352020598962594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG909/RM25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Ob44RCzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Vy-pTDXmxGU/s1600-h/910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Ob44RCzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Vy-pTDXmxGU/s400/910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352019001871154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG910/RM40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6ObzC6yCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SnJNS9MX-38/s1600-h/913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6ObzC6yCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SnJNS9MX-38/s400/913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352017435936802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG913/RM32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6ObtMliGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6uVbJ_rRJ-E/s1600-h/916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6ObtMliGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6uVbJ_rRJ-E/s400/916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352015865874530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG916/RM38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Obg_tD6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/i7laWgwdkaw/s1600-h/872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Obg_tD6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/i7laWgwdkaw/s400/872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352012590616482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;BG872/RM28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Batch 1 from 18 April 2009 until 8th May 2009. Items will deliver in MID JUNE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Over hundred of bags design! Taiwan hottest trends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;See Catalogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;http://www.price.jimfashion.my/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do check it out, I am sharing this to you guys because it is not in the Malaysia market yet. It is much more cheaper compared to the seller over the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terms &amp;amp; Conditions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Ordering can only be placed through email.open for serious buyers onli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Pre-Order : 6 Weeks pre-order bag will be reached after pre-order due date. (Doesn't include weekend and public holiday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt; excluded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;postal fees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Alteration after order being made are not allowed! So decide first before order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. All photos shown are as reference therefore the original color might be slightly different from the picture due to the setting of monitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 100%;font-size:100%;" &gt;After order being made, &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 100%;"&gt;100% payment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;must be served! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=) Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. If in the event of pre-ordering, to cancel order can obtain 50% of the payment back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. After payment being made, inform me in A.S.A.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. Zip spoilt, Outlook dirty is exchangeable. Exchanging the same model is applicable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the event where no stock for the same model, exchanging to another model is acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10.Exchanging bags fees (postal fees) are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;charged onto buyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Exchange policy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; only applies for sold items that have been damaged due to mishandling from our part. Any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;damages or lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; caused during delivery are held beyond our responsibilities. However, exchanges requisition must be report to us within seven (7) days from date of acknowledge receipt. Items returned must be unused with original packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;Bags are only sent to one address. (On case To case)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. We reserves the right to change the terms &amp;amp; conditions from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Order method:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.Browse through the catalogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.Please send me your (Name, E-mail, Phone Number, Account Number &amp;amp; Bank, Order Date, and Collection Location) to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;michelle_01071988@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.Please ensure that all information is accurate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4.Please list down all the Bag Code, Colour, and Quantity in the order form. Please ensure that all the items are correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5.E-mail the order form to michelle_01071988@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6.Please wait for your order confirmation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Payment method:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.Make payment within 3 days after confirmation of order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.All payment can be made to our Public account. Account details will be given upon confirmation of order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Collection method:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.We will notify you thru SMS and e-mail when the stocks arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Postal Fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peninsula Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 240);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;1-5 bags = Rm7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 240);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;6-10 bags above = Rm8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 240);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;above 20 bags = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FREE POSTAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;East Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;1kg = Rm 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Contact: Michelle 017-5550652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e-mail : michelle_01071988@hotmail.com            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type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/04/bags-lover.html' title='Bags Lover'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Se6Q2WIZdXI/AAAAAAAAAag/urVG-r4Fi9g/s72-c/678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-7956700511310721205</id><published>2009-04-16T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:01:30.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by Daniel Powter</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=7956700511310721205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7956700511310721205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7956700511310721205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/04/by-daniel-powter.html' title='by Daniel Powter'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4824029718448269915</id><published>2009-03-22T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:27:29.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seems like my working place here especially my team has no communication skill. It's kinda funny when u sit next to each other and yet asking for time for meeting, e-mail is the tool that is used. It's kinda hard for me to accept such weird communication skill where by speaking with words of mouth seems to be so hard. Sometimes confronting them makes me feel so awkward when the surrounding is just so quiet and busy with their own work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So near yet so far-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4824029718448269915?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4824029718448269915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4824029718448269915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4824029718448269915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4824029718448269915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/03/corporate-communication.html' title='Corporate Communication'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-7450693616248006494</id><published>2009-03-22T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:19:55.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Juice Instead of Coconut Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After being so lazy for sports in more than 3 months, tired i must say after the captain ball session with the SGC fellow and sprained my pinky. Really need to work it out coz i can tell my body just can't take the running anymore.....Makes it sounds like i'm getting real old now, or i shall put it in a better term, no stamina. But that is not the interesting part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the captain ball fun, Solomon actually offered everyone a ride to coconut drink right across the street after the game...i didn't crave for it that much until he kept on bugging everyone to accompany him for a 'coconut' drink by the road side. We actually hopped unto his car for less than 1 minute ride. Embarked to the coconut stall and found that they already finished. It's so disappointing and he actually triggers my thirst for it. The lovely ladies decided to go home but we embarked to our next destination to hunt for coconut drink after dropping each of them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a ride from BRJ to Wangsa Maju, from Wangsa to Tmn Melati and FINALLY we found the coconut but it's in the CAGE!!! Why these people keep the coconut in the cage for goodness sake...hmmm these bunch of people must be thinking that people like us will actually kidnap the coconut. As we go down the slope from TARC, Solomon claimed that he saw one at the malay stall, so therefore we make our move fast and got down the car...but again, his eyes is playing tricks with him! Dissapoitnment along the way....hahahaha...then I decided to give up, we ended up having fresh fruit juice at TBR. Amazingly we got free treat from the aunty from the stall....As I was sucking the fresh green apple with assam from the cup, we cool ourself down and accidently i knock down the glass with 20% apple juice left....hahaha and amazingly again the juice did not spil, thanks to the 100% fresh juice without adding water that form 2 inch of foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try harder for coconut drink next time. =)&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/5623284867726469563-7450693616248006494?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7450693616248006494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=7450693616248006494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7450693616248006494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7450693616248006494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-being-so-lazy-for-sports-in-more.html' title='Fresh Juice Instead of Coconut Drink'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-8803135378663808890</id><published>2009-03-16T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:06:57.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     At this 5 minutes, I actually ponder on what I actually left behind for them in the past that is worth for them to remember my presence. Being ignorant and trying to avoid isn't the best solution after all but at least I have found the peace for myself and towards God. Christians like me sometimes genuinely puzzled, asking, "Why do I find it hard to forget and yet I can forgive?" Recently I have been attending SGC, and true enough I have found a church where I can seek accountability and solid food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It was my third day attending SGC and I still remember the first time I lay my feet on SGC, the warmth they gave me was remarkable. And two days ago, I attended one of their youth Bible study, real solid food been feed by uncle and fruitful time spent sharing on who should we personally pray and evangelize to in our daily lives. True enough, Tammy came out from my mind, having to know that she read the Bible and know a bit of here and there, sometimes can be defensive and it's clear that she wants to shut herself from all this Christianity and what the one she is attached to is a strong Buddhist. Really am looking forward to draw myself closer to these bunch of people because seriously I have not been feeding myself with real solid food for the past few months.&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/5623284867726469563-8803135378663808890?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8803135378663808890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=8803135378663808890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8803135378663808890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8803135378663808890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4201689406275420352</id><published>2009-03-03T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:59:48.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All For Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=1658123"&gt;United Live - All For Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=1658123,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=1658123,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4201689406275420352?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4201689406275420352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4201689406275420352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4201689406275420352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4201689406275420352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-for-love.html' title='All For Love'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4443277700712957665</id><published>2009-01-23T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:41:17.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Full Use</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As soon as I get back to ipoh, the only thing I miss is my home sweet home. I only have a one week of break and to update everyone, I've learnt number of things from 95% Academy officially graduated (self declare). The last workshop was my most unforgetable day not because I've made a good impression or it was fun but it was one of the day that crashes me badly. From then on, I've promised myself that once I get to have break I will pick up as much skills as I can to produce a good adv of my own. Therefore, this CNY break is not only about food, reunion, and rest but it's about sharpening my skills too before getting my feet on industrial training in GREY Group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4443277700712957665?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4443277700712957665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4443277700712957665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4443277700712957665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4443277700712957665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-full-use.html' title='Make Full Use'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-9100707936597757138</id><published>2009-01-22T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:29:43.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Felt It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CNY is back, one of the most enjoyable moment for me a nd my family. Ever since I'm away from home CNY is just another day for me with the additional of food and people. But this year, the mood is back, enjoy the presence of relatives, friends and family reunion, food, food, and food...as long as everyone is happy...ang pau no ang pau doesn't matter. Ah pa, ah ma, ah po, ah mah, and ah weng i'm coming back for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year seems to be a great year for me, whether it is a good year or not I enjoy every moment of new so as long as the moment last, I will prolong this moment and achieve my goals for this year. Add oil for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family has been bugging me off and greet me with the same old statement of me not adding weight to my body. Hmmmm, it's been depressing isn't it? Well it's not for you but it is for me boys and girls. I would have to say eat a lot= skinny= healthy. Ok ok, let put it this way, I actually tried on weight gain, not any protein powder in the market but weight gain from the pharmacy, advertisement you've seen years ago in TV, by appeton? Ring the bell? Yea, I've tried it after hearing testimony but sad to say it doesn't work for me. So I guess I'm speechless too, friends are happy that I'm taking it easy too. Therefore it's ok to be skinny........I've kicked off this from my year resolution. As long as I am healthy and I'm glad God have made me this way, so you too take it easy on me....hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-9100707936597757138?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/9100707936597757138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=9100707936597757138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/9100707936597757138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/9100707936597757138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-felt-it.html' title='I Felt It'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-1030829392028350812</id><published>2009-01-22T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:59:12.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Story in The Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXikviRhjSI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZEJcaPc-vKA/s1600-h/DSC06955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294162498535132450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXikviRhjSI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZEJcaPc-vKA/s320/DSC06955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;          Joel did not just teach his mom to be brave but has taught me the meaning of blessed. I got this from Her World February publication 2009, one of the most touching and enduring real life story by KY and Shirley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          For Joel, every birthday is a milestone that’s nothing short of miracle. Nothing could have prepared them to face such big giant in their life when Shirley got pregnant and to know the fact after four months that something is wrong with the baby’s heart. The pediatrics told Shirley that the baby would likely die in her womb shortly after birth. So in times to come for both married couple, they live in tears and agony fearing that they could not be joyous over a new born baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          It might be a less complicated had they decide to abort this baby, but they were deeply torn by their predicament. “During the scan, we could see our baby’s hands and legs, and we could not bring ourselves to kill him,” says her. Although she eventually decided to keep him, but it was a painful process waiting for the baby to be born. She even mentioned that, “Every time we walked into a baby shop, we would end up in tears. We didn’t dare to buy anything knowing he may not have a chance to use it,” says Shirley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          When Joel was born, there were many oxygen tanks surrounding this little baby who weighed 2.09kg, was immediately whisked into ICU in an oxygen box. Almost a week after his birth, baby Joel has to undergo open heart surgery to patch a hole in his heart and widen a narrow aorta. Joel’s heart was so swollen that the surgeon has to leave his chest cavity open for three days. Doctor advised both the parents to prepare for the worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           It wasn’t a pleasant journey after all, but this has taught both KY and Shirley to be brave for the son Joel has gone through the tough beginning of his birth. When the couple sees Joel suffering, they sometimes regret their decision having him but as he gets older, he became more aware. Sick babies tend to be very grumpy but Joel is always smiling and laughing at everyone who sees him. When Joel returned home for the second time on the eve of his birthday, Shirley was six months pregnant with twins Jonathan and Joash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Beyond his heart condition and a weakened immune system, which rendered him sick every couple of month, Joel couldn’t walk, talk, sit or hold up his head on his own. But that does not break the hope of KY and Shirley, they remain faithful in Joel and hold on to him without fail. Shirley and KY does not know what the future holds for him, Shirley claims that she still cries a lot over Joel, and she did not harbor any hopes that he will go to school or get married. Shirley remain strong for Joel, they promised Joel that if he made it this far, they would take him to Disneyland where he was conceived. Shirley ends with a promise, “You might have had a tough beginning, but you will grow up to be a tough boy.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           When I was reading this article, I couldn’t imagine how many times I would fail to take steps that Shirley has taken. Indeed it is my first touching story of the year to remind myself of how a baby could have so little faith to face such a big giant than adults in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*some statement adopted from 'HerWorld' 2009 Feb publication*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294162503459355986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXikv0njPVI/AAAAAAAAATM/ZoDAD8wKFfA/s320/DSC06957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294162514625251250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXikweNtR7I/AAAAAAAAATU/QG05_A-IMOU/s320/DSC06959.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Their life is filled with happiness. May God bless you and family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-1030829392028350812?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/1030829392028350812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=1030829392028350812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1030829392028350812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1030829392028350812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2009/01/touching-story-in-year.html' title='Touching Story in The Year'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXikviRhjSI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZEJcaPc-vKA/s72-c/DSC06955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-6509222663143214110</id><published>2009-01-21T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:41:59.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any of Our Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXifUgVLZqI/AAAAAAAAASs/R9-J7Qa4r4I/s1600-h/DSC06928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294156536598980258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXifUgVLZqI/AAAAAAAAASs/R9-J7Qa4r4I/s320/DSC06928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* she loves sushi very much*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXifTd5RWhI/AAAAAAAAASk/GqZ4QxstQ1c/s1600-h/DSC06925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294156518765189650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXifTd5RWhI/AAAAAAAAASk/GqZ4QxstQ1c/s320/DSC06925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *sushi is what brought them both together closer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXid841gJ2I/AAAAAAAAASc/iUyiDDqPE4k/s1600-h/DSC06916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294155031348520802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXid841gJ2I/AAAAAAAAASc/iUyiDDqPE4k/s320/DSC06916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *his natural shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294158685921348066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXihRnLkCeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_X7hxHQbCEw/s320/DSC06953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;*he is too in love with 'this' cendol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294158683845497042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SXihRfcpENI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DrZw08bVX88/s320/DSC06951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;*our favourite cendol stall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She enjoys hanging out with Bee. He makes her life something new from time to time. Dating is no longer just any of those days, but every day that she enjoys most now and looking for it from now and then. She always finds something very beyond extraordinary from him. God is the center of this relationship and she always feel blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-6509222663143214110?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/6509222663143214110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=6509222663143214110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6509222663143214110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember those walls I built&lt;br /&gt;Well baby they tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And they didn't even put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to let you in&lt;br /&gt;But I never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light of your halo&lt;br /&gt;I got my angel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge :&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breaking&lt;br /&gt;It's the risk that I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun&lt;br /&gt;Burning through my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm addicted to your light&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never fall again&lt;br /&gt;But this don't even feel like falling&lt;br /&gt;Gravity can't forget&lt;br /&gt;So pull me to the ground again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge :&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breaking&lt;br /&gt;The risk that I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;Halooooo ouuuu&lt;br /&gt;Halooooo ouuuu&lt;br /&gt;Ouuuuu ouuuuu ouuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge :&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-5182702267672288090?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5182702267672288090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=5182702267672288090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5182702267672288090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5182702267672288090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-your-halo.html' title='I Feel Your &quot;Halo&quot;'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-5147766863338852294</id><published>2008-12-26T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:45:06.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge from College to Office</title><content type='html'>After attending the workshop given by Peter Gan and Shaikh really broaden up my perseption on advertising and a deeper understanding of my inner longing. Ants really expand my knowledge of 3 years studying in college. I've gained more and experience more of the practical side and along the way preparing me to face the advertising world. I can't wait for the next session to began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what 95% promise us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SVSY0iKD3dI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0F4vIJiPCo4/s1600-h/aboutus_06.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SVSY0iKD3dI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0F4vIJiPCo4/s320/aboutus_06.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284016291102055890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SVSWf6MkyGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Pd0psT0dOOM/s1600-h/Welcome_note.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SVSWf6MkyGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Pd0psT0dOOM/s320/Welcome_note.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284013737754544226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SVSU0hO3tqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_I7lenk4btw/s1600-h/ant_reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SVSU0hO3tqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_I7lenk4btw/s320/ant_reg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284011892807284386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-5147766863338852294?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5147766863338852294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=5147766863338852294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5147766863338852294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5147766863338852294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2008/12/bridge-from-college-to-office.html' title='Bridge from College to Office'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SVSY0iKD3dI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0F4vIJiPCo4/s72-c/aboutus_06.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-5094375822915511128</id><published>2007-09-20T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:07:47.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeps Me Alive</title><content type='html'>39 Things I Do During Revision In Order To Keep Myself Motivated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Turn on the laptop for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Surf the Net&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen To Music&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat anything that is edible&lt;br /&gt;5. Text Sern or&lt;br /&gt;6. anyone that is available&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;8. Eat snacks&lt;br /&gt;9. Play Red Alert II&lt;br /&gt;10.MSN&lt;br /&gt;11.Look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;12.Text ppl in friendster&lt;br /&gt;13.Nudge ppl that are annoying in MSN&lt;br /&gt;14.Visit the cafeteria for the sake of FOOD&lt;br /&gt;15.Study the Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;16.View pictures in my PC&lt;br /&gt;17.Sing songs&lt;br /&gt;18.Read my own journal&lt;br /&gt;19.Watch silly advertisements from utube&lt;br /&gt;20.View ppl's blog&lt;br /&gt;21.Study the Bible&lt;br /&gt;22.Turn on loud music&lt;br /&gt;23.and Dance like no one cares&lt;br /&gt;24.Practise drumming on my bed (I know it sounds silly -_-)&lt;br /&gt;25.Admire my own posters design&lt;br /&gt;26.Cook maggie mee till out of stock, that requires me to sneak into friend's room and store some maggie....(of course with permission)&lt;br /&gt;27.Draw&lt;br /&gt;28.Call my grandma...why not mommy, coz my grandma is the only one available...&lt;br /&gt;29.Take a nap&lt;br /&gt;30.Upload pictures into Friendster&lt;br /&gt;31.Check mail&lt;br /&gt;32.Sneak into friend's room while they're studying&lt;br /&gt;33.Mamak&lt;br /&gt;34.Play floorball&lt;br /&gt;35.Hang out with cf friends&lt;br /&gt;36.Hang out at any christian houses that is available&lt;br /&gt;37.Watch movie&lt;br /&gt;38.Practise my skills in Adobe Illustrator&lt;br /&gt;39.And last but not least, look at what you're reading....BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice, I always look for food....coz food is the only solution to replace my brain juices......BLEK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-5094375822915511128?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5094375822915511128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=5094375822915511128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5094375822915511128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5094375822915511128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/09/keeps-me-alive.html' title='Keeps Me Alive'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-2590738770717629888</id><published>2007-09-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:07:27.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Make Seven Even?</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'informal'&lt;/span&gt; crack to cheer you up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make seven even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Take away the 's'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the farmer bury all his money in his fields?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He wanted rich soil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did one eye say to the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Between you and me, something smells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should never be eaten after it's served?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A tennis ball!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the tie say to the hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You go on a head, I will just hang around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which side of the duck had the most feathers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the King Kong say when he called the wrong number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;King Kong ring wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda witch live in a beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do snakes do after they have a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They hiss and make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the ghost say to the invisible man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Long time no see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is yours, but your friends use it more than you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helped me during exam period....hehehe...enjoy laughing!! and SWT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-2590738770717629888?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2590738770717629888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=2590738770717629888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2590738770717629888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2590738770717629888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-you-make-seven-even.html' title='How Do You Make Seven Even?'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-9213431941209192781</id><published>2007-08-29T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:43:48.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RtZWnzc9gQI/AAAAAAAAALY/uXbJw-IH1Jk/s1600-h/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RtZWnzc9gQI/AAAAAAAAALY/uXbJw-IH1Jk/s320/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104362469497602306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes we wonder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did I do to deserve this?" or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why did God have to do this to me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is telling her mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, her mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here have some cooking oil," her mother offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yuck!" says her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about a couple of eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gross, MOM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, those are all yucky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the mother replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He put these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him eventually, they will all make something wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly God is crazy about you! He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hope Your Day Is "A Piece Of Cake!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-9213431941209192781?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/9213431941209192781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=9213431941209192781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/9213431941209192781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/9213431941209192781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/08/gods-cake.html' title='God&apos;s Cake'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RtZWnzc9gQI/AAAAAAAAALY/uXbJw-IH1Jk/s72-c/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4310750823285178356</id><published>2007-08-26T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:20:46.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall Of Faith</title><content type='html'>What can little faith do in my lives? Does faith requires any measurement? I hope not!! What is the hardest thing in lives that requires faith in a long run? Clearly only relationship in lives requires faith. And truly faith is not easy to be produced. There are many incidents in my lives that causes me to have great fear that gulfed me unconsciously when faith does not take place. A popular saying once I heard states, "Faith is walking to the edge of all the light that you have-and taking one more step." Apart from that, the book written by Joni Eaerckson tada states that in spite of diving accident that has left her paralyzed for more than thirty years, Joni has been able to build a life of faith and purpose. The peace she has found as she confronts the painful realities of life as a quandriplegic has made her a hero to many people. In discovering the midst of questioning that God Himself is the answer to all questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hebrews 11:1&lt;br /&gt;"Now the faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is such a strong word simple means being certain of something you can't see, in another word means believing something that is unseen.Isn't it easy when there is a light bulb that tells you which is the right path. Well certainly FAITH is not as simple as that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many relationship these days does not last was due to lack of faith, trust and beliefs.....And in the same way, it same goes apply to my relationship with God. There are couple of times where I have to lean on someone who I couldn't see which is God. The time I have to trust my dad that he will provides sufficient care and love for me, the time where I lost one of my family member and by faith that God will take care of my family, believing in Him that he will take good care of my love one who had suffered from cancer, faith in God that I will do good in SPM, trusting my love ones that they will not leave me and so on and so forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, it's easy to take a step forward when I only can rely on the choices I have and not knowing what lies ahead for me. But it's so usual for that fears always creeps into my mind and soul and start eating up my faith unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is walking to the edge of all the light that you have-and taking one more step" And that's what exactly what God is calling you and me to do today. But it's not a blind leap of faith. God has given us the light we need, and the light is found in His word, the Bible. Are you ready to start a life-challenging journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then follow us on the adventure of a lifetime. S.U.R.F ( Students Uncovering Real Faith) CAMP will challenge you with a bigger picture of who God is and what that means to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RtJshjc9gOI/AAAAAAAAALI/D-hvgSLOQZ0/s1600-h/DSC03674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RtJshjc9gOI/AAAAAAAAALI/D-hvgSLOQZ0/s400/DSC03674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103260651472388322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : 1st - 4th October 2007&lt;br /&gt;Venue: I.J Barre Centre (Cameron Highlands)&lt;br /&gt;Fees: RM 110&lt;br /&gt;Contributors : Deswyn, Andrian, Me myself, Jerusha, Kenny, Bryan =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4310750823285178356?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4310750823285178356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4310750823285178356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4310750823285178356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4310750823285178356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/08/hall-of-faith.html' title='Hall Of Faith'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RtJshjc9gOI/AAAAAAAAALI/D-hvgSLOQZ0/s72-c/DSC03674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-2354807964336811958</id><published>2007-08-23T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T02:08:00.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Is Back!</title><content type='html'>Oh hey everyone! I'm back....i guess this is the longest period ever I would want to leave my blog not up to date after all the hectic life that I hardly could find time for myself. Sometimes I wonder if I ever lost the clue of what to blog. =) Anyway, somehow somewhere I got back the inspiration and start laying my fingers on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my life has been going very smoothly and as if I'm on the smooth sailing season now but I believe this won't last long coz life is all about ups and down. Well back to my updates, frankly speaking there are a bit downs too coz life is not perfect. For the past few weeks, I've been enjoying what a typical college students does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Participated in the COPA IBA game on the 15th July 2007, although we never get any trophy but I do enjoy the fun fun fun during the game......less pressure compared to the previous years,afterall this game is not about WINNING but FELLOWSHIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Apart from that I got myself into a trip to OA with some of my buddies from church and some new buddies from Bangsar Church and I would say it's a remarkable and new experience to be able to experience how orang asli live their simple life compared to our much complicated life. Life without entertainment is lifeless......I would agree to that bcoz I'm a human too but I believe I will survive without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1Ipzc9gHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sIKxBMUhn4g/s1600-h/leaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1Ipzc9gHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sIKxBMUhn4g/s320/leaving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101813835904155762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is the part where I face a bit down somewhere there. Life on earth is so fragile and true enough we as human can't deny that. It's a shocking news I've received the night after I knew tat one of my childhood friend's dad had coma after a fall and passed away the next day. Well, life is filled with unpredictable and uncertainties acknowledging that God is the source of my strength no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got myself involved in the [i]mperfect band lead by Andrian the L. It has been a smooth sailing journey too in the beginning but after a few practices and due to our hectic schedule, we postponed it to next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The most happening day for CF members....'SPORTS CARNIVAL' where we had futsal,floorball and captain ball competition held in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1LsDc9gLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TQERUvVz4Hg/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1LsDc9gLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TQERUvVz4Hg/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101817173093744818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Been attending meetings and meetings all the time, after English Society meeting, CF meeting, Youth Camp meeting, CF camp committee meeting, practise, after practise mamak, and the next day the cycle of meetings repeat.Don't take me wrong, I'm not complaining but rather taking it as a challenge. Anyway, 70% of my schedule are doing God's work, that's how God and friends around me keeps me motivated in life. Good thing I'm not dating anyone...hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- House visitation for 2 weeks, hmmmmm wondering what kinda house visitation@??it's christian house visitation tat includes AGAPE,JEHOVAH SHAMMAH,CHARIS,JEHOVAH JIREH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1KsTc9gJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9hwZZuuZfdI/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1KsTc9gJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9hwZZuuZfdI/s320/DSC01988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101816077877084306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Setting up booth for the Book Display and preparation to promote our S.U.R.F {Students Uncovering Real Faith} camp on the 1st-4th October 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1KsDc9gII/AAAAAAAAAKY/-_lUL23B1Lk/s1600-h/DSC03474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1KsDc9gII/AAAAAAAAAKY/-_lUL23B1Lk/s320/DSC03474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101816073582116994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nevertheless I have been working out on 4 posters and shirt designs lately that causes me to spend less time for myself including blogging. But thank God for providing me sufficient strength and creativity to come out with great ideas in such short period of time, completing the job given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Besides that, I've been spending most of my time bonding with the CF members lately and without denying that we actually got closer in understanding one another have grow closer through meetings and outing...which is MAMAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1Ksjc9gKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UWSKt7xnxtA/s1600-h/DSC03659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1Ksjc9gKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UWSKt7xnxtA/s320/DSC03659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101816082172051618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last but not least, "THE NORM" which is the musical drama presented by the CFers. Clearly throughout the practices, we really learnt a lot from one another and in upholding one another through prayers and encouragement. Well, afterall it turns out to be a success for God. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1OVTc9gNI/AAAAAAAAALA/gZOEwXGrfIU/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1OVTc9gNI/AAAAAAAAALA/gZOEwXGrfIU/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101820080786604242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1NBTc9gMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KJUQPpr7EG4/s1600-h/IMG_5238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1NBTc9gMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KJUQPpr7EG4/s320/IMG_5238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101818637677592770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ENTIRE CF DUDES, NEW FRIENDS,OLDIES AND MGC LANG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-2354807964336811958?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2354807964336811958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=2354807964336811958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2354807964336811958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2354807964336811958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogger-is-back.html' title='Blogger Is Back!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rs1Ipzc9gHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sIKxBMUhn4g/s72-c/leaving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-2305066666550071826</id><published>2007-06-24T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:42:23.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Surrender!</title><content type='html'>For the past one week, I've been waking up thinking of God before getting out from my bed. The feeling of God's presence is always there now and then. And before covering myself with cozy blanket every night, knowing there is an angel sent by God that is watching over me. How great it is to know that the Lord Jesus Christ is watching over me day and night, sun rises from the east till rain poured, *tik-tok-tik-tok* each and everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get out of bed in the morning and say, "Today is going to be slidely different from the days I usually practise. I'm going to live like a Christian. I'm going to set a good example to the non-christian. I'm going to do it right." And you pray about it before leaving the house. With ambitions of performing like an all star Christian like no one does, you began your day. But before you're even out of the driveway, your attitude or actions have already clashing with reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have that kind of motivation where you feel extremely loaded with spiritual feelings and having the urge to live a day fruitfully. But it turns up to be disappointing. that will be another story of the day. For the past one week, is what I've experienced. Waking up early in the morning, smiles that enlighten my days, friends to share laughter and rejoice all the time, and out of no where I would say "Go Ahead-Ruin My Day!" Well apparently while I was complimenting on a good friend of mine for producing such a professional and attractive posters that deserve "Oh, only people who does not know how to design will say that." Such discouraging words really can ruin not that particular day, but days. And in an hour time, I've been receiving messages informing me that some documents are not done and at times excuses that cannot attend a meeting. How would you feel if in a day of time, countless of problems arises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats when some people would put it as "YOU HAD A BAD DAY" or "YOU'RE JUST UNLUCKY, THIS IS NOT YOUR DAY". I will start figuring out what Romans 8:13 will have to say about this. "Those who live by flesh will fail." Maybe I'm not in the right tune with God that day, and setting my mind on other stuff rather than His. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that particular day, I messaged one of my friend late at night....and guess what, due to some reason she just can't spend time with me. That's when I fully surrender to God and *POOF* gone to bed. The next day onwards, not expecting anything extraordinary to happen as long as some mean people will just leave me alone and I will claim it as a good day for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just go on my day leaving all my grudges behind and enjoy. As I approach the office, receiving an envelope from a lady, with the normal heart rate of beating, pulling a piece of paper from that envelope..............I would say, something real extraordinary is going on, unexpectedly I got 3.5 for my previous sem results!I laughed with joy, the kind of indescribable feelings will really brighten up my days. As the days go on, things had been running very smoothly. And I thank God for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the good news? What I've learnt from the past week was, God has given mr his Spirit to live the Christian life through me. Living the Christian life in the power of the Spirit means gettin gout of the way. It's humbling yourself and saying, "Lord, not my will, not my strength, not my way-but yours!" Grace flows to us when we come to this stage. I never depend on his understanding when I receive such discouraging words, holding grudges deeply and hunting for ways to take revenge. That's when the Bible says, we shouldn't return in evil when they does it to us. So fully surrender to God and begin experiencing real life through the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rn65ulIi-EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ra5p4p-7DzU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rn65ulIi-EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ra5p4p-7DzU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079701639613577282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Submit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will be succeed."       Proverbs 16:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for each and every morning that you have granted me. I pray that as I continue to live my life everyday, may it be pleasing and glorifying in you. Lord, live your life through me. -AMEN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-2305066666550071826?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2305066666550071826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=2305066666550071826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2305066666550071826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2305066666550071826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/06/full-surrender.html' title='Full Surrender!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rn65ulIi-EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ra5p4p-7DzU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4816077080239713634</id><published>2007-06-14T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:14:15.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at a Loss for words</title><content type='html'>I grew up in a least communication family since young. Experience like these aren't what I want. Since young I always longed to have a family where I can communicate almost every single thing but one thing I found out was, I'm only close to friends around me and no doubts my grandparents especially my grandma. I bet my friends know more than what my parents and my siblings does. I practised to be a very quiet daughter who always listen to my parents order. On the other hand it doesn't mean I'm an obidient and loyal daughter. I does unnumbered of mistakes during childhood days. I developed a feeling of discontent and disatisfaction when I take a random look at my friends surroundings. They have a very intimate relationship with their parents and they can share almost everything under the sun. I used to have silence blame deep inside my heart and never did I share it to anyone because I wounldn't want anyone to judge my parents in a way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I grow up, these discontent feelings slowly disolved from me. One thing about my parents is they love us so much that they spent more time outside home coz they want to earn as much money for us that causes them to sometimes neglect the quality time with the children includes me and my brothers. I discovered that this discontent in me since young causes me to hide almost every single troubles away from my parents. Never did I practise to share any besides something that is not P&amp;C. As time goes by, me and my brother start to speak out more to each other as we know the loss of our brother leads to intimacy and the heart to seek better relationship between one another. This apply same goes to my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the incident that I can remember was whenever me and my dad sits on a same car, only silence will surround us. And this happen almost everyday. I know I could speak out but there is always no longer to have the intimacy between us. This has always been my struggles since childhood days. And never did I have the courage to share it to anyone. Church has always been my second home, even till now. I can speak out to anyone in the church anything that is under the sun. From down the hill, over the mountain and the sea. As I grow up to this point, I am no longer struggle with these experience because I've learned to speak out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a small little voice in me that says everything for me, but at times these words just can't seems to come out from my mouth. There are time where I sit down to write, tons ideas are usually whirling around in my mind. But when it comes to putting them down on paper (or hammering them into my computer) I don't always find it easy to pin down my thoughts and convert it into words. At such times, I have to sit still in front of the keyboard and stare blankly or get stone for few minutes until those whirlpools settle down in my mind. Then at least from then on I can write something that make sense like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if you notice that it applys same goes to prayer meetings or during quiet time. It happens to me, what about you? I always have so much that I wanted to tell God that my head and heart could burst. But when i get to "quiet place' or in 'quiet time' i just can't seem to setle down and pray. My body makes me settle down but mentally my mind wanders like crazy. I'm easily get distracted by anything. Soemtimes the coming events will cause me go crazy mentally before settling down to pray. You know you have a lot to say to God, but the exact words get lost in all that clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At such times, it's easy to get discouraged and think "Oh, I just can't pray", and give up. But actually it's important to remember that prayer is not a one-way-flow of words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:26&lt;br /&gt;" Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse apply to me almost every single thing, even when I'm young.. I could have ask God to grant us good communication among the family members. The Lord knows what you want to say long before you utter the word, long before you sit down in your favourite couch or place to pray. He knows your thoughts before you even think them. He'll minister to you while you're silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RnIf0lIi-DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/r9gRIL17MjM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RnIf0lIi-DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/r9gRIL17MjM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076154718181586994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4816077080239713634?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4816077080239713634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4816077080239713634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4816077080239713634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4816077080239713634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-loss-for-words.html' title='at a Loss for words'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RnIf0lIi-DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/r9gRIL17MjM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-6612713499389623437</id><published>2007-06-08T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T04:47:42.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On Track</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would want to apoligize for I've abandoned this blog for about a month. Apparently it is due to the connection in my hostel got strucked by lighting. Better still I can concentrate more on other stuff rather than staring at the pc and brainstorm what to share everyday. Anyway, here are the updates right after I spent 2 weeks of holidays back in my hometown. Once I step back into college was to meet up with advisors due to ELS. I think it's a bit boring to elaborate more on English Language Society so I will just briefly run through what I've done. Basically we were preparing for the Society Day which held on the 24th May 07'. It was a huge accomplishment on that day itself. We manage to bring up the ELS and recruited more than 250 new members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rmk-e1Ii-BI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HIHeXdiBaiA/s1600-h/P1000409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rmk-e1Ii-BI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HIHeXdiBaiA/s320/P1000409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073655154589497362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I've spent most of my time with my church members especially a.mun moi the adventurous aunty I've ever seen besides a.stephanie, celebrated Danny's birthday, watched Pirates and Shrek, failed to gain weight =(, shopping with a.mm, training for the coming COPA IBA, met a bunch of new freshy, floorball and captain ball training among cf'ers in college preparing for the co-active day on the 23rd JUNE, and I'm glad that I'm back in college! I think I got to go now......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-6612713499389623437?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/6612713499389623437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=6612713499389623437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6612713499389623437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6612713499389623437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-on-track.html' title='Back On Track'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rmk-e1Ii-BI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HIHeXdiBaiA/s72-c/P1000409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-1383146663683468624</id><published>2007-05-19T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:07:09.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Roots Stay Strong</title><content type='html'>Ipoh Mali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very curious of the content in 'Ipoh Mali' song and I woke up this morning randomly tuning into 8tv and staring at the video clip for 'Ipoh Mali' song but never been able to catch words from the rapper...so I decided to search for the lyrics and was amazed how he composed this song... I'm proud to be Ipoh Lang!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rk5nnZhd7WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UBMu2nel3QM/s1600-h/060822_ipoh02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rk5nnZhd7WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UBMu2nel3QM/s320/060822_ipoh02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066100557402205538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;(Intro)&lt;br /&gt;Yo, this song’s close to the heart, it’s my hometown baby, representin’ Ipoh where you at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Ipohmali Ipoh Ipohmali/ I sing it loud and proud that’s who I be&lt;br /&gt;Cos’ small town dreams do come through so stand up and represent where you from too boo&lt;br /&gt;Uh/ Ipohmali Ipoh Ipohmali&lt;br /&gt;I sing it loud and proud that’s who I be&lt;br /&gt;Cos’ small town dreams do come through so stand up and represent where you from too boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;Yo I was born and raised in a place&lt;br /&gt;where the hottest women come from&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh city that’s where I’ll always belong/ Don’t get me wrong yo&lt;br /&gt;I’m KL lite now Its just that my roots stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Growin’ up as a Ipoh chink kid representin’ it Ipoh Garden Eastside yo was the hood I was kickin’ it&lt;br /&gt;I grew up poor but I had the riches memories Wooley Food Centre rockin’ arcades religiously And after school me and my crew DFS would be-boy on the sidewalks in front of Fair Park shops And as my story drops I recollect I never had them fancy kicks, fancy clothes all I had was Hip Hop&lt;br /&gt;And peer pressure left me with a scar cos’ when kids were rockin’ Airwalks I was rockin’ Bata Back then I had nothin’ but a dream to be a rap star&lt;br /&gt;Now who would have thought this Ipoh chink would get this far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;Yo I’m a Ipohmali chinaman I represent small town kids havin’ big dreams so understand When I spit this rhyme yo’ I’m spittin’ it right&lt;br /&gt;My flows divine and miraculous givin’ the blind sight, haha&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day circa ‘95 In St. Michaels Church where I prayed for my life to get better&lt;br /&gt;So I can be mah’ family’s provider the answer was to audition for Poetic Ammunition’s replacement rapper I dropped the beatbox blew Yogi B away got the record deal had a choice to make leave for KL or do I stay? Cos’ everybody sayin’ then bein’ a rapper don’t pay From Bingotown to Greentown I was strollin’ contemplatin’ what mah’ life’s future would be holdin’ Everybody I knew was all against it they said 16 yearo ld Ipoh kid will never make it But I persevered A boy with no fear I had hopes as high as Hotel Excelsior For years I proved my critics wrong that’s why I wrote this song to tell the world where I’m from cos’ I’m…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;We Ipohmali baby here to show y’all what we got&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate yourself cos’ you can make it no matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t where you’re from but how you make it to the top&lt;br /&gt;Cos’ we are Ipohmali baby, here to show y’all what we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all mah’ peeps all down at JB Throw your hands up if y’all hear me&lt;br /&gt;To all mah cats down at KL city Holla at me if y’all hear me&lt;br /&gt;To all my pheng ew across the sea now Penang khia are y’all still down?&lt;br /&gt;And everybody across the nation/ you can make it just be patient/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 3)&lt;br /&gt;Now flash forward to the present mah’ life at this point&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows mah’ real name they all call me Point&lt;br /&gt;I’m an industry veteran 10 years in the game 3 LPs now that’s evidence&lt;br /&gt;I seen it all the ladies, the groupies, the fancy parties, award ceremonies, glory and all that money (money) But I learned the hard way that fame came with a price&lt;br /&gt;For Point Blanc to be more famous than Ipoh chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Outro singing)&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh, Ipoh, if y’all afraid go call the popo&lt;br /&gt;It’s your boy Point lettin’ you know the hottest chink hollerin’ from Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat 1x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Outro adlib)&lt;br /&gt;Voyeur Records! It ain’t where you’re from its where you at&lt;br /&gt;So be proud of where you’re from baby, cos’ I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics above are from SotongZai's Flow in The Ocean...All credits to him...It's cool dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-1383146663683468624?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/1383146663683468624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=1383146663683468624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1383146663683468624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1383146663683468624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-roots-stay-strong.html' title='My Roots Stay Strong'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rk5nnZhd7WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UBMu2nel3QM/s72-c/060822_ipoh02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-5613457850298252620</id><published>2007-05-18T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T07:16:21.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Tribe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rk20o5hd7VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-js0nWo6Cdg/s1600-h/glasswing02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rk20o5hd7VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-js0nWo6Cdg/s200/glasswing02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065903770590637394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit and when I rise; you discern my thoughts from afar.               Psalms 139:1-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-5613457850298252620?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5613457850298252620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=5613457850298252620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5613457850298252620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5613457850298252620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/05/gods-tribe.html' title='God&apos;s Tribe'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rk20o5hd7VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-js0nWo6Cdg/s72-c/glasswing02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-8201352167945787173</id><published>2007-05-13T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:50:39.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cozy Little Breezy Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rkc4qb7O1RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jEtM6RsDw7E/s1600-h/rock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rkc4qb7O1RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jEtM6RsDw7E/s320/rock.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064078607703266578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got the chance to meet up with most of my close ex classmates. We attended an event(HIP HOP DANCE-live at ipoh stadium)  at 6.30 pm but due to some error in driving...shhhhhhh, my heart was pumping extremely fast when we had a ride from yi-wen but thank God a brilliant instructor yin ling manage to instruct her pretty smoothly~safe journey~. But anyway, thanks for the adventures ride. Indeed we had a great time traveling around ipoh due to no sense of direction to this particular location.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkiDdL7O1XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/W6UpNxyHZo4/s1600-h/IMG_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkiDdL7O1XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/W6UpNxyHZo4/s320/IMG_0412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064442318418793842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We reach our destination at 8.00pm sharp and I began to worried that we will miss out most of the items. *PHEW* Good thing they had speeches for about 2 hours so basically by the time we reach stadium, the dancing was about to start. I hardly could take picture nor record any coz I was way too far from the stage. But the performance was very exciting and cool.It was way beyond description. This is the only nice shot I've got.Anyway, the purpose it's to support ALLY's group "KILL THE BEAT". They managed it very well, and no mistakes were to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rkc0Or7O1QI/AAAAAAAAAII/kEcRshJtQu0/s1600-h/DSC02770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rkc0Or7O1QI/AAAAAAAAAII/kEcRshJtQu0/s320/DSC02770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064073732915385602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We proceeded to our next destination at BREEZE CAFE. It was a cozy little cafe.&lt;br /&gt;We had nice food, nice drinks and cozy pillows surronding us. Indeed we enjoyed each others warmth accompaniment and every second spent together in this small little Breezy cafe. We hardly could find time to have such remarkable gathering. We wish that each enjoyable moment will just stop by and will never come to an end to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most embarrassing part of these gathering was, mostly the people in the same room as us was distracted coz frankly speaking we revealed our form 5 characteristic back in high school at that very particular night. We can't bother much of how they stare at us with the curios look on their face but anyway we never got kick out from the cafe either....hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rkc-ar7O1SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/39iagtEwslg/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rkc-ar7O1SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/39iagtEwslg/s200/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064084934190093602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rkc_c77O1TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TFxLljgHwiU/s1600-h/cozy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rkc_c77O1TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TFxLljgHwiU/s200/cozy.JPG"border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064086072356427058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;ahref="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkdAZ77O1UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/o90OjLmMbGg/s1600-h/peace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;cursor:hand;"src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkdAZ77O1UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/o90OjLmMbGg/s200/peace.JPG"border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064087120328447298" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkdBqr7O1VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JFj0dxJ0hMI/s1600-h/ccc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkdBqr7O1VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JFj0dxJ0hMI/s200/ccc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064088507602883922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the meal, we had a great suprise for Chia Yee the "BIRTHDAY GIRL" of the day, sharp at 12.00 am. We sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY song to our dearest friend Chia Yee best know as the cute and adorable one and the among the prettiest girl in our class. As we cheer and sing the birthday song others joined us as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkdCar7O1WI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ptKw-Ji29yI/s1600-h/cc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkdCar7O1WI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ptKw-Ji29yI/s320/cc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064089332236604770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TA-DAH* Guest of the NIGHT!! CHIA YEE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-8201352167945787173?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8201352167945787173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=8201352167945787173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8201352167945787173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8201352167945787173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/05/cozy-little-breezy-cafe.html' title='Cozy Little Breezy Cafe'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rkc4qb7O1RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jEtM6RsDw7E/s72-c/rock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-975258638501214891</id><published>2007-05-11T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:35:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Remarkable Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkR2e77O1LI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mdpqOZEfihY/s1600-h/07051104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkR2e77O1LI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mdpqOZEfihY/s320/07051104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063302154925561010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally we manage to have a gathering once again since last year in the month of FEB. I've been yearning to have a gathering right after then but most of the time it ended up very disappointing due to the busy schedule we're having. Some working, studying in different states and etc  but anyway indeed it's a pleasure to be able to have this gathering once again. But this time we manage to work it out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkR2wL7O1MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ar-O8Qqa9_s/s1600-h/DSC02729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkR2wL7O1MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ar-O8Qqa9_s/s320/DSC02729.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063302451278304450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had lunch at Cafe De Coral and took a few shots right after our lunch.Chee chee from my right and Pui Kuan on my left while waiting for others to arrive, basically it's another friend of ours. As we sit back and enjoy our meals, we looked around the surrounding and began to recall some of our memories, where these bunch of students have fun together right after school moreover it's friday and dreesed in full uniform. Ipoh Parade is the nearest entertainment center for us last time. It's just 5 minutes ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkR3877O1NI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zvIkNEdszeM/s1600-h/DSC02730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkR3877O1NI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zvIkNEdszeM/s320/DSC02730.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063303769833264338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have nothing much in mind throughout the gathering but unexpectedly there is a special event held today during our gathering. It was the well known Superstar live in Ipoh Parade. Probably some of you guys have heard about these bunch of people before, you will see it very often whenever you switch on the tv. I think so, coz I never expose myself to these channel. While we were waiting for the arrival of the Superstar, we gathered and took some shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkR39b7O1OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IFVGE5ge6yw/s1600-h/DSC02738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkR39b7O1OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IFVGE5ge6yw/s320/DSC02738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063303778423198946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were gezillion of people yelling and screaming for their special singer to perform items for them. It was crowded with people and the center point of Ipoh Parade were filled with their applause and screaming. In additional to it, although I do not know much of their happening nor do I know what are they singing, I just do the same as others so that I wont be the odd among others. Apparently, their singing was good...Hehehehe &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that's all for today... Frankly speaking we were very exhausted and tired right after the event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-975258638501214891?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/975258638501214891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=975258638501214891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/975258638501214891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/975258638501214891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/05/remarkable-gathering.html' title='A Remarkable Gathering'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RkR2e77O1LI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mdpqOZEfihY/s72-c/07051104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-2325171512712725959</id><published>2007-05-08T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T07:20:58.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Hello people =), I'm back after a long break for not laying a single word due to my busy schedule. It's incredible how time flies in a blink of an eye. Anyway, I'm happy that finally I'm back to keep you guys updated. Basically I'm busy with the ELS (English Language Society), got elected to be a secretary who will be facing piles of paper work in times to come, and have real fun with the Melawati people for the past one week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Recently I've been having dreams that haunt me so much that I barely could pick up myself. For the first week of holidays, I have to keep myself on track with the English Society. Every single thing I have to be updated by the committees of the planning and what do I mean by 'I barely could pick myself' was I have doubts that I can have a time to myself in the coming semester. English Society is enough to keep my schedule busy all day long even during the holidays. To be able to prepare minutes, to be aware of the coming activities so that I can send in the application for permisssion to hold any meetings/activities, have an intimate rel with the advisors, keep the committees updated and basically I'm the center point of almost everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Besides that I would want to be active in CF as well. I really want to contribute and to be able to serve the Lord in anytime as well. I believe without his grace I wouldn't be able to get this far. Each and everyday I rely on His strength and not by my own strength to endure in hard times and through good times as well. CF have somehow motivated and inspired me to come to a point of pondering on how much of efforts that I'm willing to sacrifice for the Lord. To be able to spare some time for the hostel cg, dinner with the CFers', to have a better understanding of each and every brothers and sisters in Christ, bonding with one another and above all to be united as one BODY in Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Last but not least, I would really want to maintain good fellowship with my church members as well. Before this I've prayed hard to God that he will enable me to have an intimate relationship with the Melawati mates and I've asked for open doors to serve him well in this church. God has been very gracious and faithful that he send in people to share my life and he even send in people to offer me in some areas that I can fully utilize my gifted talents to serve Him. Throughout these few months I have no doubts saying that I have no regrets to be able to spend my time wisely and benificial to others as well as to myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Before I end, as I've promised that I will keep you guys updated and will tell you more about my check up lately. It took up about 2 months to have a rough idea of what endometriosis really is. Endometriosis is an often painful disorder of the female reproductive system. To put it in a more simple manner, basically it is trapped blood around my uterus and ovary and according to DR Foong, it's just the beginning stage of endometriosis that can be treat under medication. It's not any short term treatment but long term treatment that requires patient in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I think that's all for now and I'm glad that I'm home!! To be able to spend quality time with my parents in Ipoh but the weather here can really suffocates me. My mission for this time is to be stuffed by ipoh food!!! HEHEHE.....&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now...see ya! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-2325171512712725959?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2325171512712725959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=2325171512712725959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2325171512712725959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2325171512712725959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-2692819987691662611</id><published>2007-04-19T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:31:50.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates !!</title><content type='html'>Updates is on the way, Jen tagged me to update my blog, Jon has been bugging me to update and i think i really have to keep my friends updated.....hehehe. Frankly speaking, i really am up with a lot of things... but I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Launching the ELS, basically every week we have at least 2 meetings, discussion on the major events which will be held in the coming semester. (will have more updates bout ELS soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Preparation for the AGM(annual general meeting) under ELS, preparation for logo proposals will be under me, jotting down the minutes every time during meetings, and follow up the current committees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Too many class replacement especially this week so, that's the cause of not laying a words in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Preparing myself for battle....which is the coming exam, please pray for me!!&lt;br /&gt;I will be having papers on next friday and saturday to be more specific (27 and 28 ).....then i'm off to my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lately been having appointments with my doctor due to health concern, updates will be post in the coming days or weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Captain ball training for the coming Copa Iba. Besides the training being given by the church everyday, i have my ownself training at home too &gt;&lt; but lately I have been lacking off due to the list of work that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  Accomplished reading the book entitle 'Taming the Tiger' in one week. Actually it can be accomplish by 3 days but I was too tired due to piles of works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Last but not least, I would want to thank God for the strength he provided me each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHATEVER YOU DO, WORK AT IT WITH YOUR HEART, AS WORKING FOR THE LORD NOT FOR MEN"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   COLOSSIANS 3:23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-2692819987691662611?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2692819987691662611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=2692819987691662611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2692819987691662611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2692819987691662611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/04/updates.html' title='Updates !!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-145648049186375041</id><published>2007-04-14T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T07:20:18.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dearest friend ~Joey~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RiDYHV9urJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GwCqxEJkKCE/s1600-h/534784696l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053276402576436370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RiDYHV9urJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GwCqxEJkKCE/s320/534784696l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Does she looks adorable to you? Well afterall she does look adorable to me. Let me brief you what kind of person she is. Some people says she is very daring, challenging, an introvert person which is unavailable in her list of personality, sometimes she can be very vulnerable, a sensible girl, a person who is filled with question marks on her forehead, friendly and talkative, and she can be an annoying person too...hahahaha!!! just kidding, I don't mind having her being annoying to me. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053281633846602914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RiDc319urKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/l_hEn9ZFWik/s320/forever_friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Joey, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are my dearest friend that I will always call you my friend.You deserve this friendship and the indescribable bonding between both of us. I would want to take this opportunity to thank you for being a true and genuine friend all this while which I could hardly find one in the deep and wide sea. Please forgive me if I have hurt you in any way which I am not concious of all the wrong doings. Although we seems to be apart from one another for the past 14 months but you're always in my mind and dreams. No matter how far you are away from you, it is not an obstacle for us to be near. Hope that you will always bear in mind that no matter in any circumstances I will always be an open door for you to count on. Whenever you are and whenever you've been, I will be an honest heart you can depend on and above all I just want you to know that I will be a faithful friend to you as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053286263821348018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RiDhFV9urLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CmGi1cbkVvU/s320/forever_friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-145648049186375041?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/145648049186375041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=145648049186375041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/145648049186375041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/145648049186375041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/04/dearest-friend.html' title='Dearest Friend'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RiDYHV9urJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GwCqxEJkKCE/s72-c/534784696l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-8624507741072959508</id><published>2007-04-11T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:01:05.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home</title><content type='html'>Over the past 2 semester I was pretty busy going up and down the hill just to achieve over something. As a conclusion I ended up achieving something real cool and at the same time I ended up achieving something below my expectation which is my results for the past semester. It was just above average and it wasn't what I expected to be and my CGPA dropped. Anyhow, for these past few months since 2007 has launched in my life, I really feel at home compared to the 1st semester. I have Cf to attend to and hanging out with my church mates. These period of time, I really have a good and intimate bonding with them. Althought sometimes I really get very hectic with all my assignments and the common things I'm up to in college, I will still try my very best just to have fellowship with them. I truly believe having quality time together can really bind us closer little by little. Reminded me of the song I used to sing during sunday school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little all the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus is changing me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is changing me.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My version of Little by Little:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little all the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is changing us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its chnaging us.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had thanksgiving night yesterday in CF and as I ponder upon the God's providence, I recalled couple of things in me that He has been very good to me. I said a prayer to him on the 6 march 2007 to ask for opportunities to serve Him in any areas of my life, whether it is in cf, outside college or in church. From then on, true enough he answered my prayer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For everytime I pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I move the hands of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My prayer does the things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hands cannot do.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I go to him in prayer, I am weak and helpless for I do not have sufficient strength to move mountains and by his grace, CF has been a home for me to serve and fully utilize my spiritual talents to serve him. Besides the friend I have in Jesus.... As I sing the song specially dedicated to the CFer's, I ponder a lot in the lyrics.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faithful Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone knows you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a man of honor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am glad to know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simply as a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've always taken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to be my brother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be standing by you in the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will never put you on a pedestal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thank the Lord for everything you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there to pray for you and for the ones you love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that He will finish all He's started in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be an open&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Door that you can count on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywhere you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywhere you've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be an honest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart you can depend on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be your faithful friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This songs urged me to have a consistent commitment for CF, being part of cf, growing in the Lord's name, guide the lost, to inspire, if you mourn I will weep with you and whenever you celebrate I will rejoice too. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-8624507741072959508?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8624507741072959508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=8624507741072959508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8624507741072959508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/8624507741072959508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-home.html' title='My Home'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-5652022532664063818</id><published>2007-03-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:29:23.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Very First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was 11:30 pm, and I was on my bed while my tummy is growling for food 'michelle i want food'.... I went to my food container and see what left inside for me to cook at this hour. Noodles is what I have. I turned on my laptop to keep me accompany as I was enjoying my food. Out of the sudden I have the urge to msg Joyce. So we had a casual conversation and at the same time Jaziel messaged me ( one of my close friend in class )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour conversation with both of them, the clock shows 12:35am and before Joyce leave the conversation she reminded me of something. -1 april-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Jaziel to keep me accompany. hehehe....what do u think??? he is my target!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Jaziel actually I'm in the hospital now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaziel : HUH!! with ur laptop?! what r u doing there?! alone?!which hospital?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : yea i'm alone and i will be going thru a surgery tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaziel : what operation? which hosp? is ur parents with u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : dun worry, im alone at the moment... they will be here tmr, got sent by my friends to the hospital. (without much hesitation) Will u be coming to see me any of these days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaziel : how about monday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : what bout at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaziel : let me check my schedule first so tat it wont clash....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a second, NUDGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : APRIL FOOL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaziel : GREAT......................JUST GREAT..............SIGH.......SO SPEECHLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty after the conversation, at the same time i apologized but unexpectedly this was his FIRST time kena APRIL fool. hahahahaha in his entire life at 12:40 am (1 april 2007) Can u imagine it? and he is so excited over about this april fool telling me that he will be recording it down in his journal. Apart from that I told him tat i will be posting it in my blog. And he got so excited and sent me picture of his. LOL....'ta dah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'April Fool in Digital Age'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048137580887148066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rg6WYjYUBiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XfeHM8CMzm0/s320/pic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1st APRIL 2007 - A typical guy name Jaziel Tan Tyan Wei aged 18 involved in the april fool for his very first time. reported by michelle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After awhile he sent me another picture......hahahaha coz he is proud to be one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048138594499429938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rg6XTjYUBjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ezwdKE-Yp3A/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Frankly speaking this is my first time to trick ppl on april fool day.....coz my family never practise it all this while...LOL....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have fun!!!! hopefully i wont be trick &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-5652022532664063818?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5652022532664063818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=5652022532664063818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5652022532664063818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5652022532664063818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-in-his-life.html' title='His Very First Time'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Rg6WYjYUBiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XfeHM8CMzm0/s72-c/pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-3497454748474071220</id><published>2007-03-31T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T02:31:16.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELS</title><content type='html'>We're going to launch ELS soon. For your information ELS stands for English Language Society-TARC. So far I've attended to the 2nd meeting and everything seems to go pretty smoothly. Apart from that we are up to the Editorial Board which is all this while it doesn't seems to exist. Secondly is, we are going to organize e Drama Workshop to recruit more talented people out there. Thirdly is the orientation day which is coming soon in a few weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting that we attended too seems to be very productive which we have come up with brilliant ideas. Of course I won't tell you what we will be doing first. It is still under consideration which we hope it will be a success. We really hope that we will bring up the ELS back alive!!&lt;br /&gt;Now we are waiting for the PIC to approve the logo for new ELS (ahem....designed by me) =) , few proposal by Shoban, Michael, Jeffrey and Wai Hong. Apparently, thats all for this post......will update more in the next post. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-3497454748474071220?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/3497454748474071220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=3497454748474071220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/3497454748474071220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/3497454748474071220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/els.html' title='ELS'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-6222559580665324730</id><published>2007-03-24T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:11:21.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief Experienced</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgU-xQnHOvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CozuUqM7w74/s1600-h/baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045507973532039922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgU-xQnHOvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CozuUqM7w74/s320/baby.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The biggest fear I could ever imagine is a sudden and unexpected call from someone informing me the death of someone you knew. Life is filled with uncertainty and an unexpected news that will cause grief in lifetime. At 12.00 pm sharp on Friday, I received a message with the content of ' Please pray now-23/3/07, jon chang's not feeling well. Heart rate/ fever not under control indicating infection. No growth detection from blood culture but supported with lots of antibiotics, blood and platlets transfer, it's crucial till blood count rises and engraftment take place. Pray for fast engraftment and to be able to pull through this hard time.'- by A.MM. During cell group session, an unexpected news came across us and gave me a shock that he cannot pull through anymore at the age of 3, got called home by the Lord at that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have never seen this baby boy before but I feel for his family members who have to accept the fact that a 3 year old son got called home. As we always place our hope on God, no one could ever tell what God is doing up there in heaven. I've experienced once that took place couple of years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lovely night back to couple of years ago, an unexpected man came up to my house informing us that one of our family member died in a crucial accident. We were frigtened by the news and it was certified that it's the fact that no one can deny that a 19 year old boy(my brother) being call home by the Lord on that very night. It's a huge lost to my family especially my parents that had spent 19 years bringing up a child filled with love and care. Initially after his accident, my parents and my 2nd elder brother accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as their personal Saviour. The months following the funeral have been a series of examples of both God's severeignty and His provision. Over 600 people turned up for the first day of his funeral. So many instances have occured that shows God's loving hand at work all this while. God has always been good to him and to my family even till the day he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum missed his presence and longing for his existence every night and his existence is no longer here to bring up a smile on her face but tears. I hardly could see my parents smile no matter how hard I would try to enlighten them but to see them flipping through his journal and pictures, weaping sorrowfully for his return. In the eyes of my parents, all I could see is an expression filled with sorrow, grief and sadness. As time passes by, his death has become a lifetime testimony to people. Miracles happened right after his death from one to another. Life still move on with the assurance and hope we have in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 12 months after his death marked a time of real grieving for all my family although different family members experienced it in a different ways. One very hurtful aspect of Alan's dying. present almost from the starts, was the question: "How many siblings do you have?" It's amazing how often this comes up in a casual conversation. Do I say '1' or '2'? Do I explain or I say nothing? Feeling I should acknowledge reality, I've tried 1 on for size ( with no explanation) It was awful. I felt like a traitor, with one word, I had dismissed Alan's existence. Yet it is necessary appropriate to say '2' with an explanation. A stranger in casual conversation does not need to be put in the position of saying : ' I'm sorry'. It's has always been a shock and trauma although it's already 6 years. Afterall life is just a temporary assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has never been put us aside in his picture. He is always faithful and just and loving to my family. Life still move on with his almighty power and strength to endure with it. It has become the past now. But truly he proved to me that he is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Though he brings grief, He will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;show compassion, so great in His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;unfailing love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lamentations 3:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Few years back, A. Stephanie handed me a book entitled 'On Eagle's Wing' with this poem inside:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Weaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My life is but a weaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Between my Lord and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I cannot choose the colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He worketh steadily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Off times He weaveth sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I, in foolish pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Forget he sees the upper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I the underside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not till the loom is silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And the shuttles cease to fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Does God unroll the canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And explain the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The dark threads are as needful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the skilful weaver's hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As the threads of gold and silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the pattern He has planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all for now, I hope this testimony will bless you today. Hang out for Jesus for he hangs out for you. God bless you! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-6222559580665324730?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/6222559580665324730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=6222559580665324730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6222559580665324730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/6222559580665324730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/grief-experienced.html' title='Grief Experienced'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgU-xQnHOvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CozuUqM7w74/s72-c/baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-2178498239329372370</id><published>2007-03-23T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:16:04.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Have you ever grow tired and weary over something in life? Tired of life? Life makes no sense to us at times? Being tired of school, college, or work? During the discussion today in hostel cg, everyone of us mentioned the word tired as we ponder upon the verse given:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even youths will become weak and tired,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and young men will fall in exhaustion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will soar high on wings like eagles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will run and not grow weary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will walk and not faint.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, one thing we can be sure according to this verse is assurance from God. He is the only one who will not grow tired and weary and that His understanding no one can fathom or predict. Sometimes in our life, we tend to under estimate God's ability. Whenever I grow tired of anything, I hardly could remind myself of God's assurance and promise. As time pass by, only I realize that actually all this while he is just standing right next to me, carrying me through the hard time. Footprints always says that whenever we are not aware of God's presence, the fact is he is carrying us through. God loves to work in people's lives. He loves to see us victorious over sin, which gives him glory and honor. That's why he wants us to rely on his strength instead of our own. Those are the best time for us- the times we soar like eagles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-2178498239329372370?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2178498239329372370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=2178498239329372370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2178498239329372370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2178498239329372370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-1728403930988448387</id><published>2007-03-22T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T09:26:21.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Broken'/><title type='text'>Being Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgKpMwnHOuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WWOYautLgc8/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044780569280854754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgKpMwnHOuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WWOYautLgc8/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good and caring shepherd will count his sheep whenever it hits the twilight. If one found missing, the shepherd will go out and find the sheep before the night falls. The shepherd will never be careless if the shepherd notice the same sheep gone missing night after night, for that little lamb is developing a very bad habit. After this happens several times, the shepherd will go looking for the sheep as usual, but this time he does something very unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shepherd pick up the tiny wandering sheep, firmly holding it with one arm while at the same time positioning his solid staff against one os the sheep's legs. Then with a swift and strong motion, he will snap the little lamb's leg with the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would a caring shepherd would want to break the leg of a harmless sheep? How could the shepherd commit such cruelty? Haddon Robinson provide the answer: "Back in the fold the shepherd makes a splint for the shattered leg and, during the days that follow, he carries that crippled sheep close to his heart. As long leg begins to mend, the shepherd sets the sheep down by his side. To the crippled animal, the smallest stream looms like a giant river, the tiniest knoll rises like a mountain. The sheep depends completely on the shepherd to carry it across the terrain. After the leg has healed, the sheep has learned a lesson: It must stay close to the shepherd's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To break the leg of a porr, defenseless sheep seems almost vicious-unless you understand the shepherd's heart. Then you realize that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what seems to be cruelty is really kindness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The shepherd knows that the sheep must remain close to him if it is to be protected from danger. So he breaks the leg not to hurt it but to restore it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God breaks our hearts. It may be a loss of a child, a business, a marriage, a ministry, our dear family member, or our health. Through our losses, he can use us for a greater purpose in life and bring him greater glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Broken Spirit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A broken spirit and a contrite heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You will not despise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You desire the truth in the inward part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A broken spirit and a contrite heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lord, my heart is prone to wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Prone to leave the God I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's my heart, Lord take and seal it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seal it for  your courts above&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/5623284867726469563-1728403930988448387?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/1728403930988448387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=1728403930988448387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1728403930988448387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1728403930988448387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-broken.html' title='Being Broken'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgKpMwnHOuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WWOYautLgc8/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-5487586172168564179</id><published>2007-03-21T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T05:10:26.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From A to Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgEcBQnHOqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vcOwYIJWKxs/s1600-h/3759776924919l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044343865596132002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgEcBQnHOqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vcOwYIJWKxs/s320/3759776924919l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mak cik Azie has always been a cheerful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgEcBgnHOrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iy3XLCZlg9M/s1600-h/azie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044343869891099314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgEcBgnHOrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iy3XLCZlg9M/s320/azie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since the day we took our SPM results back in MGS, we never been contacting each other for any meet up. These malay friends are one of my close friends in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Azimah which is in purple, stand next to me used to be the fiercest among the prefects in the class. 'Tak ada siapa pun berani menentang azimah ni' She seems to be enthusiastic about her post being a prefect during those days. We never get close because I'm never a favourite person to her in form 1 but unexpectedly, and it happens from form 2 till form 5 we ended up in the same class. That's when we get to know each other so well and became TA DA 'kawan baik'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgEcBgnHOsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4HKgoVQseIQ/s1600-h/malays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044343869891099330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgEcBgnHOsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4HKgoVQseIQ/s320/malays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Secondly the one in the middle was Farah who used to be an aggresive class rap in my class during standard 6. She used to judge me according to my appearance and my attitude and somehow she just dun like me at all and we always caught in a fight. But don't know what happened I ended up to be in the same class with her in form 1, 'habislah kali ni'! And she got elected to be a class rap again! At the same time our class teacher assigned me to sit next to her. I never get to be myself coz I'm always under her order and no one dares to offend her in any way. Well frankly speaking I am just scared of her all this while but unexpectedly again, we ended up to be very close during the time where we always have training to become school runner. She really am a good athlete. I always got defeated by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgEcBwnHOtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hZsKzeRkh18/s1600-h/farah+and+azie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044343874186066642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgEcBwnHOtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hZsKzeRkh18/s320/farah+and+azie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Farah is not an aggresive person anymore but a sweet and cheerful girl now. I've never seen her since form 1 due to her parents who needs to transfer to KL. I miss her existence since she's away from me. Erm, time flies...we got back together after 6 years. She changed a lot and I really cherish the moments being together again. Awwww, sigh tak sampai hati nak berpisah lagi, harap-harap kita boleh berjumpa lagi kawan baik! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-5487586172168564179?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5487586172168564179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=5487586172168564179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5487586172168564179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/5487586172168564179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/from-to-z.html' title='From A to Z'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RgEcBQnHOqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vcOwYIJWKxs/s72-c/3759776924919l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-1195069693860284803</id><published>2007-03-15T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:45:10.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What CLASS??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Music class is what I'm talking about. Ever wonder why an adv student needs to study music and attend music appreciation class. This is what my lecturer says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. To appreciate music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Enable us to learn about the genres other than than popular music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Importance of music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Musical knowledge purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Understanding and anaysis of rhythm,melody,texture and etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Music instruments &amp; orchestra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Music history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Famous musicians and success in life; contribution to music developement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.How composer compose music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Forms of relaxation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Language skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Help students to think critically-comparison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singing songs, compose our own songs, read notes and the history of music is what I thought at first. Afterall, it's not as simply as that.....We had a great blast for today's class, wanna noe what? LOL During the classes in tutorial and lecture we are requested to suggest songs all the time. But most of us it's either we don't know how to sing or we kept quiet, so this is what the lecturer suggested to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drumroll :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Row row row your boat.........'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Mary had a little lamb....'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'One little, Two little, Three little Indian...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Rasa sayang, eh rasa sayang.....'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I believe I can fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe I can touch the sky'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it is just part of the examples of songs we sang during lecture due to her teaching. Since we cant give any songs so this is what she suggested for us. Overall, this is not what we have been doing....We learnt the elements of music, music during the midle age, the renaissance, the Baroque period, famous composers, and etc. Hopefully these songs will not be sung in the coming lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-1195069693860284803?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/1195069693860284803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=1195069693860284803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1195069693860284803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1195069693860284803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-class.html' title='What CLASS??'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-892673521212606662</id><published>2007-03-12T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:13:01.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Like Today'/><title type='text'>Day Like Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord I really don't know how to write a song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not always eloquent, sometimes I get it wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the thing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've doing in me I can't describe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool I'd be if I chose to hide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this transformation, new motivation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought that we were close,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've known You all this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I was just living life my way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just getting by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought that if I'd do a good deed or two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That'd be enough to please You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kept the parts I wanted to,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and missed out on the real You&lt;br /&gt;Now with every step and every breath I give it all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold nothing back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all I am, this is my choice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to live to worship You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So with all my heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my soul, my mind I'll love You, leave it all behind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To live my life in awe of You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the least that I can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever I'm alone in the hostel, on the way to class, on the way to meet my friends, alone in the LRT, waiting for the taxi to arrive, waiting for friends to pick me up, I will take this time to think of God, his creation, my life that he had created and what am I living for and am I living a pleasing life for him that he will be proud of me? I will never come across a good answer for I always take things for granted. Sometimes I really feel for God and he is near me but when the next morning arrive, I lost all my spiritual feelings. Things seems to be uncertain to me and no doubt I can't deny all this uncertainty. But this song really make me realize of the hope I'm looking for although everyday seems to be an ordinary day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Lord it's another day;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing seemed to go my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know that I can't complain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause You've been so good to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But here I am burdened again,and I can't seem to find my friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose name is hope and I can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-by out of eden-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm prayin then I hear You sayin&lt;br /&gt;Don't look no further cause I'm all you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter the problem the answer's in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll give you courage and I'll give you peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you get tired you can lean on me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's hard to understand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that there is a master plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That He's got out life in His hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there is reason &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a time and season to everything that comes along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though it seems all faith is gone, just keep on believing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'll hear Him say to you&lt;br /&gt;Don't look no further cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm all you need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter the problem the answer's in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll give you courage and I'll give you peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you get tired you can lean on me&lt;br /&gt;While you're hesitating, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know that the Lord is waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of all this worrying and wondering,here's what you should so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Know He'll see you through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He cares for you and you should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know He'll never let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-892673521212606662?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/892673521212606662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=892673521212606662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/892673521212606662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/892673521212606662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-like-today.html' title='Day Like Today'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-4100376619885533389</id><published>2007-03-12T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:35:09.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti Magarita</title><content type='html'>Magarita really taste good and it was my first time too but magarita kills me at the same time. After having a huge glass of magarita in klcc, we went for the 300 movie. My head is getting heavier and heavier but can't avoid to stay in the cinema for about 2 hours. Stars and birds starts to go round and round my head but i was very councious thou its a bloody movie and with those disgusting acts that makes me want to puke at that time. As I continue to watch the movie, I began to scratch when the disgusting movie ends, I started to realized I am actually ALLERGIC to alcohol!! I felt so speechless to myself from then on..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the anti rashes tablets will help me and to be able to get through the night without worries but unexpectedly, I have sleepless nights for 3 nights. I really hate those feelings, it's just like needle poking me every few seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rashes lasted me for few days till Sarah decided to get me Hydrocortisone cream from the pharmacy when the tablets and cream from the doctor doesn't really work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very guilty after the magarita drink. I was persuaded by one of my friend to really try it because it really taste good but I guess I deserve that although I didnt come to mind that I was allergy to alcohol. I felt so guilty for because the rashes lasted me for few days that I couldn;t attend sunday worship and youth meeting too. This is a great lesson to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-4100376619885533389?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4100376619885533389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=4100376619885533389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4100376619885533389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/4100376619885533389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/anti-magarita_12.html' title='Anti Magarita'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-1538505863588623661</id><published>2007-03-06T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:09:56.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester</title><content type='html'>Wohoo! Finally I got my feet back in college. I was so unprepared for lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ti! Ti! Ti! Ti!"-one message received from tammy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Woman! u wake up ady?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat ady? i'm in coll..N bored n alone...Sob Sob"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was just 9.45, -_- thought I could sleep until 10. "Knock! Knock!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The clock shows 11:20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We decided to go for makan after such "cheongheiness" with one another sharing out our stories after gezillion years of holidays so called. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After makan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As i was on my way to the lecture hall, I was so unprepared and I see new faces passing by...Hmm they must be the freshy who just came in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..............................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we're in the lecture hall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lectures ended very early today so we decided to lazy around in the lecture hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038748606993095458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Re07KWBRWyI/AAAAAAAAACc/WEkkWsLe-E0/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038748611288062786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Re07KmBRW0I/AAAAAAAAACs/8pmfFxBsn6I/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wondering what is that??Haha, it's a mr.bean best friend that has transformed into a gigantic one. We got it from our friend Jay who is a real joker who carries this baby around in college! You can store your stuff in the tummy as well as the both legs. This is so lame!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038748611288062770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Re07KmBRWzI/AAAAAAAAACk/jM-E7d2IXd8/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jay is the 3rd from the top. This is just quarter of group C4 in advertising!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-1538505863588623661?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/1538505863588623661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=1538505863588623661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1538505863588623661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1538505863588623661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-semester.html' title='New Semester'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Re07KWBRWyI/AAAAAAAAACc/WEkkWsLe-E0/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-7234158281958603614</id><published>2007-03-05T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:06:20.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belonged'/><title type='text'>A Place To Belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are members of God's very own family,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;citizens of God's country, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you belong in God's household&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with every other christian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ephesians 2:19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never fear of looking for a church and never will I fear of starting another lifestyle out of home where I have to leave my family, friends, home and my dearest church. There is always a beginning for everything and couple of months ago I am at the stage of a new beginner. Calls have been made, contacts everywhere but which church am I settling down permanently? I do not know and I thought it will be easy to find one. I am very confident that God will lead me to the right church and to backslide wasn't my option at all. I prayed about it, many things happened. Different churches have their own style of being friendly, and each churches seems to be very inviting to me, and transport provided but yet I don't feel at home. Searching for church is easy but searching for the right one aren't as easy as I expected. Friends is my first choice of settling down even when it is not convenient for me. Expecting there will be great fellowship clinging with friends rather than to start everything new including friends. But I was totally wrong, I always wanted to go my way and I thought being independant will last me forever. At that period of time I see life from my own point of view, not God's point of view, putting words in God's mouth and expecting that it is God's will. I never want to be patient to wait for his answer but to be smart enough to set up my own conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Do not conform yourselves to the standards &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of this world but let God transform&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you inwardly by the complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;change of your mind.Then you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be able to know the will of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I felt miserable and at the same time I'm very reluctant to really seek God in prayer. As I meditate on his word, I began to realize I'm way behind compared to others. It has never been a success to fulfill my resolution it's to be close to God. Finally one day I decided to surrender my hearts and commit everything unto his hands. God never fails me, at the deepest moment of seeking the truth he pointed to me "matthew 7", assigned Vincent to advice me, send people to make me realize the importance of commitment and placing God as my first priority. At first when the Lord asked me to choose between friends and him, I would keep quiet for I hesitate myself of deciding. As I continue to seek him in prayer and as friends pray for me and with me. I decided to join a church where I can serve, a church that needs me more, convenience first and a church I feel comfortable serving in. This very day as I reflect back to those days I've tasted was unpredictable. I felt so blessed to have real good christian friends to keep me accountable now and always, pray with me all the time, pray for me on the spot without hesitation, study the word of God and always make me feel at home. Being part of &lt;strong&gt;Melawati Gospel Church&lt;/strong&gt; is my blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I always have the thinking of quantity matter the most in order to grow without strong Bible base but frankly speaking quantity doesn't matter but what matters is the heart that counts. Although the congregation in this church are less compared to some churches in KL but I really enjoy with these small amount of people for I can get to know each of them better with true friendship than having a humongous list of friends where I barely could remember their names. -no offence-  Big city, are filled with complicated people who has a complicated mind that counts your disabilities but small city are filled with simple minded people that cherish and treasure fellowship with Bible base.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a church where I feel belonged and I really enjoy the company of these people have provided for me. I feel very blessed to have them in my life. I am no longer fear of being alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special thanks to Uncle KK, aunty MM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Sarah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are the people who showed me the new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;color of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How wonderful it is, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how pleasant for God's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people live together in harmony!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalms 133:1 (tev)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-7234158281958603614?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7234158281958603614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=7234158281958603614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7234158281958603614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7234158281958603614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/place-to-belong.html' title='A Place To Belong'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-1691347958635467001</id><published>2007-03-04T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:10:23.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIA'/><title type='text'>When HE appears to be M.I.A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I gaze into my journal flipping one page unto another, suddenly the date got my attention from 4th Feb to 28th Feb. From then on I began to reason out why I am not motivated at all to write letter to God at that period of time? Does it means that I don't have enough inspiration to fellowship with God besides attending church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was very reluctant and rebellious at that moment of time to write letter to God informing him what has really happened to me everyday. To be straight forward, basically I am just taking God for granted knowing well that God is smart enough and well known that he knows everything before informing him. In fact, I am just too hectic with my daily routine that I neglected God. Sometimes I even kick off my journal because I am just too restless to pick up a pen to start writing but rather pray to God until I fall asleep. Sometimes I even rush off my prayer just to get my job done. Generally speaking, I didn't like these feelings. I know whenever I am attended to these circumstances I have wondered very far away from God. That's when I decided to approach my favourite book that will inspire me, 'Purpose Driven Life'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are times when God appears to be MIA- missing in action, in my life. Multiple times I've been facing problems waking up at one beautiful morning and all my spiritual feelings are GONE! I pray, nothing happens. I meditate on God's word, nothing changes. I pray with friends, still nothing happens. Sometimes I really wonder how long will this spiritual gloom will last me? Well the truth is, it is a normal part of testing and maturing my friendship with God instead of smooth flow all the time. It is painful and discouraging, but knowing that it is an absolute vital developement of my faith. It is all about exercising my spiritual faith. It is always easy when things seems to go my way and when things are going great in my life-when he provides shelther, food, friends, family, wealth, health, sufficient resources to survive, and a happy life without worries. But circumstances are not always pleasant. The deepest moment to worship God is in spite of pain, praising God and thanking him for all the trials, trusting him when I am tempted, surrendering to him while at the same time I am suffering, having faith in him and loving him when he seems a million miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing for sure and the book of the truth is always comforting to me no matter where I am. God is real, I know because he gave me a lot of confirming emotions when I am a baby Christian and very often he answers my immature, self-centered prayers- so I will know that he exists in my walk in Him. But as I grow older, and to grow in faith, he weans me of those dependencies but one thing I cannot doubt is " God is real, no matter where I go" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"For God has said, 'I will never leave you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never abandon you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hebrews 13:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-1691347958635467001?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/1691347958635467001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=1691347958635467001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1691347958635467001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/1691347958635467001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-he-appears-to-be-mia.html' title='When HE appears to be M.I.A'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-2879756327550098497</id><published>2007-03-02T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T09:14:00.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RBS-Real Buddies Support'/><title type='text'>RBS-Real Buddies Support</title><content type='html'>Here I am going to say thank you very much for being such real friends after RBS. This is how I benefit from the real RBS which stands for Residential Bible School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth - real doctor that does ABC health check for me&lt;br /&gt;            ABC health check stands for&lt;br /&gt;            A-Accountable&lt;br /&gt;            B- Bible Based&lt;br /&gt;            C-Comfort Zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben - neverending Leader&lt;br /&gt;        - good listener and a trustworthy person&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Eugene - introducing Loo and J.Kam to me&lt;br /&gt;              - had experiences that i never gone thru before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry - always show me what is brotherly love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadiy - the annoying guy but sometimes keeps me on the happy side of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tze Yang - good beaver than obeys masters demand =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Loo00 - 24 hour good listener and a warm buddy that keeps me warm all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Kam - shelther during obstacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all : You guys had entered into my life, off and on you people does make an impact in my life. I just wanna take this opportunity to say a special thanks to u guys for blustering my life into a memorable moments. Truly I will cherish these moments for you people are always there for me when I'm in the deepest moment in my life. Above all I thank God for granting me the golden opportunity to attend RBS-Residential Bible School in order to have so many contacts in hands and to be able to expand from one to another to look after me. Hope to be in tune with you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-2879756327550098497?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2879756327550098497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=2879756327550098497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2879756327550098497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/2879756327550098497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/rbs-real-buddies-support.html' title='RBS-Real Buddies Support'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623284867726469563.post-7389639652055144913</id><published>2007-03-02T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:55:36.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time of REUNION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Refx9xbvgQI/AAAAAAAAABE/C6FXlBJlMaw/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefxHRbvgNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3Kj7NmHxXWc/s1600-h/DSC02399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037259815478329554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefxHRbvgNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3Kj7NmHxXWc/s320/DSC02399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefxHhbvgOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eTezF5iyg3M/s1600-h/DSC02448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037259819773296866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefxHhbvgOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eTezF5iyg3M/s320/DSC02448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefsjRbvgLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0jRFMkHxKvI/s1600-h/DSC02446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037254798956527794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefsjRbvgLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0jRFMkHxKvI/s320/DSC02446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefsJhbvgKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qi6WJy1esoc/s1600-h/DSC02403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037254356574896290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefsJhbvgKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qi6WJy1esoc/s320/DSC02403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefrmRbvgJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bs5H4omDXs/s1600-h/DSC02397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037253750984507538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefrmRbvgJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bs5H4omDXs/s320/DSC02397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I've spent my CNY pretty well. These are the foods prepared by me, my beloved cousin Rachel and my dearest aunty Doris from morning till evening at grandma's house. These food really am delicious!But what matter most is the reunion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037255284287832258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/Refs_hbvgMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sekdhN1aM2w/s320/DSC02401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, to be frank the actual reunion wasn't suppose to be held here for me but from young i'm closer to my mother side of the family so hehe I will consider this as my 2nd round of reunion. I had a small reunion back in my home with my family and grandparents. I would claim it as small reunion because most of my relatives stays in kl so only left my family to celebrate the CNY reunion this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037259824068264178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefxHxbvgPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MHsq-Yj2m8o/s320/DSC02413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wonder why this lovely cake is here?? Someone must have miscplaced this cake.........Actually it was my aunty's birthday, couldn't believe it falls on the day before CNY...till my mum reminded me of this lovely day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037261082493681938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefyRBbvgRI/AAAAAAAAABM/cPF8kyfQpDA/s320/DSC02416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wonder why she is filled with laughter? Tears of JOY!! It was a suprise for her after the makan session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037261082493681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefyRBbvgSI/AAAAAAAAABU/coLVI55oamY/s320/DSC02420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for this post. I hardly could describe how my CNY goes but indeed it is a time of gathering and reunion with the bunch of my relatives that stays miles and miles away. Pictures shown was just part of my close relatives, most of my relatives came back the 2nd day of CNY so didnt get much opportunity to snap pictures. I didnt get much red packets but the amount of money increased this year for each and every red packets. Anyhow, I really enjoy the time of reunion. Hope to celebrate CNY once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623284867726469563-7389639652055144913?l=mishelletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7389639652055144913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623284867726469563&amp;postID=7389639652055144913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7389639652055144913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623284867726469563/posts/default/7389639652055144913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishelletan.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-of-reunion.html' title='A Time of REUNION'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04977720984958295735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/SrXjL5KkmtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jypXWTRoxKE/S220/DSC08240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ucf5ojLT2E/RefxHRbvgNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3Kj7NmHxXWc/s72-c/DSC02399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
