<?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-4837416815791169758</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:30:23.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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refreshed and ready for the entire day. i would like to study music after i graduate from school. i feel that i am born to do music and to engage in things that is regarding music. anything that involves music is my future. i dont mind continue studying maths since i also like calculating. i am better at maths as compared to science, humans etc. i feel it isnt necessary to go university. if the ambition and goal in life is set, why not go and do what you like and be what you want to be. if by the time i finish my "a" level and i have made up mind of what i want to be i will not choose to go university. maybe by continuing my studies in university i would have wasted my time whereby i can use the time to do what i want. university may be a place to prepare us for the future but there are always people who are way prepared for their future. hence it is not a must for everyone to go university. we can choose what path we want to take in the future. additional education may only just be a waste if we do not make use of what we learn in university and apply it to our future career and ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-2748996014609816303?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/2748996014609816303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=2748996014609816303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/2748996014609816303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/2748996014609816303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/07/conver-9.html' title='CONVER 9'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-1471381801868448340</id><published>2009-07-08T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:13:17.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVER 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 TELL ME ABOUT THE HOUSE AND APARTMENT WHERE YOU LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my house is considered neat and tidy. i believe i am a tidy and organised person as i dont really like it when i see things being messy and unorganised around me. i would always keep my table often and ensure it is neat and spcious for me to do my work. it is important to keep things around us neat and organised so when you want to find things, it will be an easy job if not you may have to rummage through a messy pile which would take up some of your precious time. i will clean my table almost everyday since it has become a habit for me already as i wouldnt want be in a messy and unorganised place. my house is cleaned everyday by a part time maid since my family members usually do not have the time to clean thn house. i feel that it is important to be tidy and organised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-1471381801868448340?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/1471381801868448340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-2711228116657620769</id><published>2009-07-08T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:04:18.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVER 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 TELL ME ABOUT A SUBJECT AT SCHOOL YOU ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is phsical education considered a subject? phsical education keeps me moving around and i feel the most relax during school hours. i love sports and hence i love pe. i love how i can learn new sports during pe. it is fun and it is always good to engage myself in sport activities to keep my mind refresh for the day. it makes me feel strong and healthy everytime i had a good sweat after pe. i like working with my hands. i like it when my hands can move about and in a way "exercise".my hands can move about when i'm having pe lessons. i believe that it is better to learn from doing things rather thn read about them. hands on experience are always better thn just reading them. because you will not be able to to experience what is it like when you do not do it. you will also be able to learn better as you can feel think touch see and maybe hear. having make use of so many senses it is definitely easier and better to learn by doing things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-2711228116657620769?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/2711228116657620769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=2711228116657620769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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SHOULD TAKE PART IN MORE OUTDOOR ACTIVITIES. WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel that children should take part in more outdoor activities. outdoor activities are good for health and is part of a healthy lifestyle. i guess it would be strongly encouraged for children to carry out more outdoor activities. engaging themselves in activities will keep them active and strong. in another words it would be discouraged for them to stay at home and play their computer and video games. it would make them become more lazy and would rather stay at home and glue themselve in front of the computer. i must really say that computers and video games are really addictive and kind of bad for health. since they will not be able to move around and allow their body to work out. it is very important to engage in activities for their mind to think better. computer and video games can affect the eyesight if they were to use them for a long period. computer games will get them addicted and they would neglect their homework and schoolwork. since they are hooked to the computers. by taking part in more outdoor activities, they are able to be more sociable and make more friends and have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-comp games have violent and inappropriate content which isnt suitable for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-5231793759209028884?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/5231793759209028884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=5231793759209028884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/5231793759209028884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/5231793759209028884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/07/conver-3.html' title='CONVER 3'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-2715335998468427393</id><published>2009-07-08T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:32:40.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVER 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. TELL ME ABOUT AN ELDERLY RELATIVE OF YOURS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my grandma cooks the best food for everyone. her cooking skills are the best. i am not afriad to say this. i use to live with my grandma but now she's staying on her own since she prefered a more carefree live. she always tend to my three meals and ensure that i eat the best food. no one can ever deny the fact that she cooks well. she have been cooking for years so i guess thats the reason why she's able to capture those taste buds of everyone. i learned many things from her, cooking is one of them. my current ambitious is to be a chef. she had taught me many things while dumpling is one of them. those that is almost triangular in shape and have different ingredients wrapped inside. and is eaten on dumpling festival.  she taught me how to prepare the different ingredients and how i should wrap the dumpling. if i can do something special for her, it would be to cook and make dumpling for her. when i told her i will be able to make dumpling for her in the future, she doubt what  said. i feel that since she has been cooking for me for so many years its really time for me to do something special for her which is to cook for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-2715335998468427393?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/2715335998468427393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=2715335998468427393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/2715335998468427393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/2715335998468427393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/07/conver-1.html' title='CONVER 1'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-8059072823535816056</id><published>2009-07-06T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:55:32.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this picture depicts a scene in a science laboratory. i believe these students are university students. they are all wearing rubber gloves and white coat which is most probably to prevent them from getting contact with bacteria they will come from the science experiment that they are handling. it seems like a table  consist of four students. they are working as a group. one of the students is using distilled water maybe to purify the specimen. they looked very engaged seen by the smile on their faces. they are having fun with what they are doing. it is very important for them to work as a group to accomplish the task assigned to them. they have to be very careful when handling science experiment specimen. it is important to follow the laboratory rules to ensure safety in the lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-8059072823535816056?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-7271672392111005326</id><published>2009-07-06T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:45:31.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this picture depicts a scene at a hawker centre. there are many people helping out in the cleaning and washing of the hawker centre. i believe most of these people are hawker centre vendors and town councils{seen by the uniform they are wearing}. they are spraying water on the floor and tables, chairs while some are sweeping the scrubing the floors. some of them are wearing gloves maybe they are involving in the wiping of tables and chairs. there is a guy pointing somewhere maybe he is asking for help and guiding people to clean the particular spot. i belive that cleaning of the hawker centre is for hygiene purpose and also this photo is taken some time ago whereby the government said that hawker centres have be cleaned due to h1n1 flu. or maybe this is just part of a community plan there are many onlookers being curious. they are standing there and watch the whole cleaning process. one even took out a camera to shoot down the process. if i happen to pass by there and saw this scene i will actually stop by and look. who wouldnt be curious? i feel that this cleaning system is good as to keep the hawker centre as clean and germ free. it will also allow customers to feel safe and comfortable instead of fearing of being surrounded by germs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-7271672392111005326?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/7271672392111005326/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-7142741556624572253</id><published>2009-07-06T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:30:40.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this picture depicts a scene of a classroom. a teacher is guiding four of her students on a science experiment. she is explaining and demostrating to her students so that they will understand the experiment and what is required for the a better result. she sems experoenced and providing her students with some help by telling them how they she handle the experiment. one student, who is reaching out to take his pen, is preparing to write his answers from what he understood from his teacher explanation. while one is jotting down what the teacher said and answers.all the students looked very focused and attentive. the experiment seems like a pulley system seen by the tring connecting the pulley together. the students are supposed to add on different weights and maybe they are trying to test for the required force to pull the different weights on the pulley. the classroom environment is conducive for learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-different weights on the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-teacher;experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-7142741556624572253?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/7142741556624572253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=7142741556624572253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/7142741556624572253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/7142741556624572253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-5.html' title='PICTURE 5'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-6446963261598110162</id><published>2009-07-06T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:55:48.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this picture depicts a scene at the beach. i believe this is a public holiday or weekend as the beach is packed with  people. i would consider beach a good place to spend the weekends, family day and to hang out. it seems like a sand castle building competition is held there, attracting so many people there. a group of students at the foreground is building a sand castle together with the help of adult, which might be one of their mother seen by the ring on her finger. she is guiding them upon builing the sand castle. they are all barefooted. two of them spotted the camera and looks curious rather thn smiling to the camera while others concentrated on building their sand castle. there is a couple behind them. the lady is piling sand onto the uy's body and it seems like he is enjoying himself. there is a girl walking away from the crowd, maybe to take a rest or changing her position to build the sand castle. there is also a big group of people building their castle. while at the background there is many people resting and relaxing on the beach. a beach is a nice place to relax and have great fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-6446963261598110162?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/6446963261598110162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-2256082434609625366</id><published>2009-07-06T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:45:45.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this picture depicts the scene of a nursing home/oldfolks home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there are altogether seven elderly engaged in the activity planned by the nursing home in which  six elderly are sitting on a wheelchair while one is sitting on a chair with walking stick beside him. i believe is to aid them in walking as they may have some difficulty moving about with their legs. they are surrounded by two caregivers at which one is standing in the middle of them and one beside them to ensure their safety. these caregivers are dressed in smart and tidy uniforms. the caregiver that is standing in the middle is throwing a beach ball with care to one of the elderly. i believe this would require much patience and love. and as a caregiver they must be able to shover care and communicate well with the elderly. minority of the elderly seems to be enjoying this activity, anticipating for the ball to be thrown to them. while others seems bored and uninterested to get involved. the elderly that is trying to catch the ball lifted up his hand, maybe in his mind he was thinking "why throw the ball to me?" while the other elderly are waiting for their turns. this room is brightly lit to allow and ensure that the elderly can see well since their eye sight may be failing on hem as they aged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-television, fire extinguisher...{in case of boredom or fire}&lt;br /&gt;-good scenery of outside the window of nursing home{good for elderly}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-2256082434609625366?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/2256082434609625366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=2256082434609625366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/2256082434609625366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/2256082434609625366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-1.html' title='PICTURE 1'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-3686219986462276231</id><published>2009-06-26T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:01:22.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t2w10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you can never succeed in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wheedling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him into doing illegal stuff. he believes that nothing would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mortify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him more than the fact to do illegal stuffs.with the utmost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;candor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, he is able to gain respect from everyone. him being in a proper &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decorum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when socialising with others, is never a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;charlatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. he is definitely true to himself and the people around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-3686219986462276231?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/3686219986462276231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=3686219986462276231&amp;isPopup=true' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"goodness! he is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;obese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;indolent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, how can i possibly go out with him!" she exclaimed, being in a state of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;apathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;having overheard this sentence, nick feels &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about himself. all the matchmaking session has come to a waste. he is unwanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;it was this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dilettante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that make nick change into someone who is worth to be with. he started exercising and controlling his diet. on the other hand, he started a online business that became popular after some time, earning $20,000 a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt; do pay off. nick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt; has definitely paid off. he became the prince charming of many girls. he is "wanted".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-7797000571602999960?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/7797000571602999960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-7734666950485407346</id><published>2009-06-26T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:18:53.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t1w8: once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;there is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bedlam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my mind when someone i love is in a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moribun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;d state. there was an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;insatisable &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;desire for time that i would like to spent with that person. how wish i could turn back time. i am feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;disgruntled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with what is going to happen to my love one. i am afraid after he left, my memory of him will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eradicate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. no one can ever be satisfied with what they have, always asking for more. but when you lose someone important, you're willing to forsake everything for that person to be alive. learn to cherish people. life is only once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-7734666950485407346?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/7734666950485407346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=7734666950485407346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/7734666950485407346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351539570162440050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4IV3d-ouh4/SkR84qj6l3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/RV_OQCsvIDM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; "i wonder what is it like to be on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pinnacle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of Mount Everest!" it will be an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exultatio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;n to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;culminate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Mount Everest. i believe it will require &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voluminou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;s courage and effort. i do not wish to&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;constrict&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; myself, i wish i could do something that could prove myself to others. maybe conquering Mount Everest would be what i want to strive for in my life.&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/4837416815791169758-6532556839657347552?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/6532556839657347552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=6532556839657347552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/6532556839657347552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/6532556839657347552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wonder-what-is-it-like-to-be-on.html' title='t1w7: mount everest'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4IV3d-ouh4/SkR84qj6l3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/RV_OQCsvIDM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-5826432670771229522</id><published>2009-06-26T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:43:22.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t1w6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;there's a constant &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tussle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on which route we should take. this hiking trip has definitely been a disastrous one. "the map indicated that this is the correct route!" "but my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;compass inidicated&lt;/span&gt; this is the right direction and route!" soon both of them became&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hostile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i tried to be the most &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;congent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; middle person but urging them to stop and that we should just return home since all of us are&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lethargic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inevitable&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that they had to agree with my suggestion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-5826432670771229522?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/5826432670771229522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=5826432670771229522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/5826432670771229522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/5826432670771229522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/06/t1w6.html' title='t1w6'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-2918890692114563502</id><published>2009-06-26T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:31:14.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t1w5: the beautiful sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4IV3d-ouh4/SkR3XNv_YNI/AAAAAAAAAuc/_mYO17Hq--w/s1600-h/120426569_46e55892ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351533497934635218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4IV3d-ouh4/SkR3XNv_YNI/AAAAAAAAAuc/_mYO17Hq--w/s200/120426569_46e55892ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"this sight is simply &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" it seems as though an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eruption&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has occurred here for this magnificent&lt;strong&gt; waterfall&lt;/strong&gt; to be formed. you may&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;rue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not getting to see this sight in person. there is no way one could &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obliterat&lt;/strong&gt;e&lt;/em&gt; this scenery from the mind. it would be&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;deplorable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if i did not get the chance to see this sight in my entire life. waterfalls make peace in our mind. agree?&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/4837416815791169758-2918890692114563502?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/2918890692114563502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=2918890692114563502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/2918890692114563502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/2918890692114563502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/06/t1w5-beautiful-sight.html' title='t1w5: the beautiful sight'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4IV3d-ouh4/SkR3XNv_YNI/AAAAAAAAAuc/_mYO17Hq--w/s72-c/120426569_46e55892ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-3684381807881238097</id><published>2009-06-25T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:17:05.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t1w4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;in this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;universal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; human world, it is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;absurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to believe that ghosts do exist in this world. it is simply &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;comtemptuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of having this kind of wrong mindset. it is always said that it would be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;imprudent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of one to not believe in spirtual stuffs. it is alright to have&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;traditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that continues but definitely not having the mindset that spirits do exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: actually i do believe that spirits do exist. LOL.__.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-3684381807881238097?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/3684381807881238097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=3684381807881238097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/3684381807881238097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/3684381807881238097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-this-universal-human-world-it-is.html' title='t1w4'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-1868661461014997575</id><published>2009-06-25T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:07:14.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t2w3:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;guys running the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gamut&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from 18 to 25 of age will experience &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;catastrophic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; effects from a broken relationship. if they did not want to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perpetuate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the hurt they would receive once again from a relaionship, they would very much prefer to remain single. they may eventually open their heart once again after a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. they need time to forget the pain as they are more &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;susceptible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to getting hurt once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;{unreliable facts}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-1868661461014997575?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/1868661461014997575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=1868661461014997575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/1868661461014997575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/1868661461014997575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/06/t2w3.html' title='t2w3:'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-4033799652733295314</id><published>2009-06-25T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:57:41.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t2w2: why smoke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;she has always been&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;indifference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to her health. when we &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;juxtapose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; her with her sister, she will always flare up and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that she is worse than her sister. she uses smoking in an attempt to&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;palliate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;connubial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stress. smoking is bad, really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-4033799652733295314?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/4033799652733295314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=4033799652733295314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/4033799652733295314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/4033799652733295314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/06/t2w2-why-smoke.html' title='t2w2: why smoke?'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-8395971093644460865</id><published>2009-03-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:21:44.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t2w1: true love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4IV3d-ouh4/Sc8FLYdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/1nyhqtKPL9s/s1600-h/true+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318475378049059042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4IV3d-ouh4/Sc8FLYdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/1nyhqtKPL9s/s320/true+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;True loves are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bona fide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Have you ever &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ponder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if true love exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's a story i would like to share. A girl, who comes from a family of&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;lush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, fell in love with a guy, who comes from a family of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;destitution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The reason was simple, it was fate. The girl was willing to go through a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;metamorphosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in her life so as to accomodate to his simple life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to be continued...maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4837416815791169758-8395971093644460865?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/8395971093644460865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=8395971093644460865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/8395971093644460865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/8395971093644460865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/03/t2w1-true-love.html' title='t2w1: true love'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4IV3d-ouh4/Sc8FLYdGiOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/1nyhqtKPL9s/s72-c/true+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-8598685308908665897</id><published>2009-03-20T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:48:01.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t1w10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The teacher &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reviled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; him for his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;derogatory&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;remark on her. The mindset whereby men are better than women still &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Despite of how &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disparate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; women are as compared to men, women still have the power to out beat men. When it comes to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vicissitudes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in life, women tend to be able to overcome them better than men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-8598685308908665897?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/8598685308908665897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=8598685308908665897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/8598685308908665897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/8598685308908665897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/03/teacher-reviled-him-for-his-derogatory.html' title='t1w10'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-4230261038907936658</id><published>2009-03-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:22:53.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STICKMAN MYSTERY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;detective games are fun! it can stimulate the brain cells so we can think better. it make us think from different perspective when trying to solve the mystery. since there are many possibilities and different colues that might not support each other, we will need to think through all the clues and loopholes to solve the case. detective stories are good and allow our imaginations to run wild. i would very much love to read more detectives story during my free time or holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-4230261038907936658?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/4230261038907936658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=4230261038907936658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/4230261038907936658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/4230261038907936658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/03/stickman-mystery.html' title='STICKMAN MYSTERY!'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-4756122859966791332</id><published>2009-03-08T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:46:15.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t1w9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;m&lt;em&gt;endacious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; act had caused him to lose many friends. Criticism of him was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;rife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in school. His parents were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;restrictive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, thus leading to his sudden change in character. A feeling of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; always came when i saw him being cast out by others. I wished he could change for the better. When i hear people talk bad about him, i will &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, since afterall it was his parents that caused him to change. Why can't they understand this point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-4756122859966791332?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/4756122859966791332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=4756122859966791332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/4756122859966791332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/4756122859966791332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/03/his-m-endacious-act-had-caused-him-to.html' title='t1w9'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-1523664617422976328</id><published>2009-02-28T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:44:33.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>t1w8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Why did he&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;crave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my money? Ever since i got hurt by him, a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;myraid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of problems arose. My friends tried to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;accomodate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to my needs but i seems to reject them again and again. I just wanted to be left alone since i felt no love. After many &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abortive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; attempts of trying to help mi, they came up with a plan. However, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deemed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that the plan will work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-1523664617422976328?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/1523664617422976328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=1523664617422976328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/1523664617422976328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/1523664617422976328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/02/t1w8.html' title='t1w8'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-989334107120924989</id><published>2009-02-28T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:11:40.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>t1w7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Whenever i am sick, his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assiduous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; care for me touched me. He had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manifold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; good points. He was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resourceful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; enough to solve all of my problems for me. Hence, i accepted him. Never did i know that it was all merely a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sudterfuge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to get his hands on my money. I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gullible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; enough to accept him. I shouldnt have done so, because till now, i am still hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-989334107120924989?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/989334107120924989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=989334107120924989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/989334107120924989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/989334107120924989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/02/t1w7.html' title='t1w7'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-6304272580138702699</id><published>2009-02-21T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:29:38.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T1W6: HER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Having know Renia for more than two years, she has always been a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;frugal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person. However, she was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;antithesis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of me, who spends money wildly. She always help to solve misunderstandings based on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;altruistic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; views. Most importantly, she was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gregarious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person, making friends and influencing people. She never fails to cheer me up when i am sad. Wherever she goes, the air will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saturated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with her laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-6304272580138702699?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/6304272580138702699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=6304272580138702699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/6304272580138702699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/6304272580138702699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/02/having-know-renia-for-more-than-two.html' title='T1W6: HER'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-5923123688014324024</id><published>2009-02-21T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:15:49.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>t1w5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Despite the display of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;asperity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from the principle, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on my point of view. He &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;declaimed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that he may have to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;abrogate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; rules that was already there. Hence, he &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;recant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on allowing me to dabate for the student, who had recently broke the school rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-5923123688014324024?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/5923123688014324024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=5923123688014324024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/5923123688014324024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/5923123688014324024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/02/t1w5.html' title='t1w5'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-5285781984901492792</id><published>2009-02-01T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:45:39.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>t1w4: bias-ness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Parents tends to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in terms of son and daughters. Sons are being prioritised as they are said to carry on the family names. The thought of this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nettle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me. I just feel that everyone should be treated fairly. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O&lt;em&gt;vert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; acts of bias by the parents can sometimes hurt the daughters both physically and emotionally. This might cause &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;havoc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;in the times to come as the daughters and maybe the sons will &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;repulse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; their parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-5285781984901492792?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/5285781984901492792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=5285781984901492792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/5285781984901492792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/5285781984901492792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/02/t1w4-bias-ness.html' title='t1w4: bias-ness!'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-1255657934513696808</id><published>2009-01-30T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:56:08.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T1W3: happy chinese new year(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chinese New Year is a festival of receiving ang baos. I had to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;repress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my desire to all those delicious goodies. Whenever i receive ang baos, my siblings and I would &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surmise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the amount in to red packet. It is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;incontrovertible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that my grandmother's cooking is the best!  Simple dishes can become mouth-watering dishes. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; amount that i received was lesser as compared to last year. However, i was satisfied since last year wasn't a very good year for almost everyone. Chinese New Year is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;propitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; moment f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;or everyone to get together and enjoy this festival of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-1255657934513696808?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/1255657934513696808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=1255657934513696808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/1255657934513696808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/1255657934513696808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/01/t1w3-happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='T1W3: happy chinese new year(:'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-5231755406345165691</id><published>2009-01-23T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:30:14.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My argumentative essay(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN ONE IMPROVE HIS/HER ENGLISH SKILLS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One can definitely improve his or her English skills. Practise, practise and more practise. Practising on writing skills is very essential. Writing essay and reading books frequently can help improve one's English skills. The more you write, the more you will become fluent in your writing. Writing will not become something that you will whine about when you're doing it. It will somehow become part of your life, as most of the things you do requires some writing skills. In the process of improving one's english skills, motivation is also very important. Stay motivated, if not, you will become frustrated and thus give up. A quote: "Do something. If you don't do anything, you won't get anywhere. Make english your hobby, not a chore, but above all have fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: happy chinese new year(: {give me ang bao}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-5231755406345165691?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/5231755406345165691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=5231755406345165691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/5231755406345165691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/5231755406345165691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-one-improve-hisher-english-skills.html' title='My argumentative essay(:'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-3113862720291565590</id><published>2009-01-22T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:15:11.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T1W2: The Japan Holiday Trip(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My hard work had finally paid off at the end of the year. The&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;remuneration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that i receive from my mother was a holiday trip to japan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Our marvellous trip started to the visit to the &lt;em&gt;pretigious&lt;/em&gt; skiing resort. I was delighted with the thought that i am going to stay in a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;utopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for that night. The place was pretty cold. There was a saying by people; do not touch others ear in the cold as their ear might drop off. I did not believe but did not attempt to try. As another saying goes; better to safe than sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I did not really like my tour guide, as his speeches were garbled and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;incoherent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Raw foods were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anathema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by me. However, my mother and sister both love eating sashimi. They were saying that it tasted good and all but i chose to eat my "cooked" food instead. This trip was sure to be a great and memorable one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-3113862720291565590?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/3113862720291565590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=3113862720291565590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/3113862720291565590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/3113862720291565590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hard-work-had-finally-paid-off-at.html' title='T1W2: The Japan Holiday Trip(:'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-1622541445493150534</id><published>2009-01-18T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:12:46.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T1W1: His Feelings For Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever since the first day i met him, i convinced myself that he was my Mr. Right. After &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fruitless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; attempts of trying to attract his attention, i had the thought of giving up. One of my friends &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;quipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that i should keep staring at him to attract his attention. i was very &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;meticulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about my action and behaviour when i am near him.I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;poignant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about the fact that he did not know me after we chatted online. Afterall it was a sheer &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;conjecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that he might fall for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-1622541445493150534?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/1622541445493150534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=1622541445493150534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/1622541445493150534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/1622541445493150534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-feelings-for-me.html' title='T1W1: His Feelings For Me...'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837416815791169758.post-2235091071520875301</id><published>2009-01-11T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:48:57.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>HELLO MR KEK(:&lt;br /&gt;siewting here!&lt;br /&gt;my english JOURNAL BLOG(:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4837416815791169758-2235091071520875301?l=myheart-foryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/feeds/2235091071520875301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4837416815791169758&amp;postID=2235091071520875301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/2235091071520875301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4837416815791169758/posts/default/2235091071520875301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheart-foryou.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-siewting-here.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>siewting(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01576671822157026340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
