<?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-9165375717861628000</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:40:42.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My LiL NoteBook</title><subtitle type='html'>I know exactly the person that I am and I am VERY PROUD of who the person is. In another words..I'm the anti-gossip girl!I never stop finding My true LOVE! and Always look at the bright side. 

Live and stand strongly as a lady that believes in being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that i've decided to look beyond the imperfections...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-7462571767118972141</id><published>2011-11-17T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T08:28:44.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mybaby frosty on high fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G3UTVZ5EwbI/TsPvyJ-O4EI/AAAAAAAAAps/4SlcLjCDmLY/s1600/p20111114-094157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675643600366395458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G3UTVZ5EwbI/TsPvyJ-O4EI/AAAAAAAAAps/4SlcLjCDmLY/s320/p20111114-094157.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyMYSSThgwY/TsPvyCI2wII/AAAAAAAAApk/FbLtwNuixh4/s1600/Lightbox_1320708374554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675643598263468162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyMYSSThgwY/TsPvyCI2wII/AAAAAAAAApk/FbLtwNuixh4/s320/Lightbox_1320708374554.jpg" style="display: block; height: 222px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes the story of my baby frosty.....guess what he have been my rainbow sunshine for the past 1 year plus. woww....let me repeat back...1 YEAR PLUS! Isn't that awesome..that means me and my love ones have been for about a year B-) well actually my life so far been so blessed with beautiful things and wonderful people surround me...frosty is one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what would u feel when someone that really close to u felt sick? The one u always play with...story to tell how unsatisified about people and works...a place to just express your inner emotions and pretty much as a subject matter for your own photography satisaction, in another words that creature is soooooo bloody CUTE which can make your anger turn to peace, hot water u can just drink it at once just like drinking a cold water, hatreats change into love, negative turns to positive....and...that FROSTY is my 1YEAR PLUS WHITE PERSIAN CAT....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes!After a year he been agressive and super dooper active under the care of Roos's family,today i sadly announce that he been admitted to St. Angel, Pucong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-7462571767118972141?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/7462571767118972141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/11/mybaby-frosty-on-high-fever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7462571767118972141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7462571767118972141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/11/mybaby-frosty-on-high-fever.html' title='mybaby frosty on high fever'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G3UTVZ5EwbI/TsPvyJ-O4EI/AAAAAAAAAps/4SlcLjCDmLY/s72-c/p20111114-094157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-7960493630794958146</id><published>2011-09-19T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:34:31.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sincere note that come within my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div id="yiv260727914"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dear Amal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Assalamulaikum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Firstly i would like to seek for apology if this kinda note somehow bothering you so much. Sorry for the thousand times.. I x sure kalu this email lead us to somewhere beyond our happiness or it will totally put a fullstop between both of us. I just don’t know... you are rite and i agreed with you that i think for about a year dah we been spending time together..all the laughter, quarrel and sometimes a lil fight here and there not forgetting a ‘silent moment’ and a ‘break up’. Yes...we both been facing it those things together. Thus, by right we both should have agree or noted in a sense of mutual understanding. Guess what, look at the bigger picture...we are just one year and if we were to be together, this will happen in getting ourselves to a level of happiness being as ONE~ i still and always have the feeling of what had happen somehow return with a rainbow to me and hope that rainbow can be shine on your life as well. I know you always said that i’m way toooo positive minded...if u happen to see or to discover...that is y u were there to make it me natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’ve been thinking all nite long, We shouldn't identify each other mistakes nut to come out with solutions instead.. rather than addressing our flaws~ because i believes if we are in a relationship with someone we truly love, the moment when we see the potential of love between us..That is the moments when kite ley accept each other positive and negative ways of lives.....don’t u think so? &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To myself, i pernah spend time with you bkn semata-mata i nak rasa happy keluar berdua2, being wt u for a day..travel wt u..its always beyond that...When the time i spend with u..i nak get into yalife..nak tau u camne...cara u re-act with people ..wt surrounding, timing u makan and minum, how u deal with ya works and the most is how much u appreciate being wt me...or the other way round. I observed benda tu smua...and think wisely on most things between us.....like u said..u wouldn’t bother if i’m not someone to u.. its da same with me..i would’t bother to spend my time wt you if i rasa u just a waste of my time..in fact i always make time for u if u only knew la.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Looks like u made an optional point on our chat last nite saying if i can’t follow u, i should LEAVE you...........how could i possibly do that??unless when i see the signs and everything starts to change....u become heartless towards me...less communications....less our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;lovey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bubbly chat...less attention..less caring...less and everything less.......that is the moment i’m highly weak &amp;amp; couldn’t do much..I redha~ with God wills..insyAllah i’m strong to face it~ I believes Allah just merely cleaning the path for something better between us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you are ready to talk, like i said....take me to the point of your understanding..insyAllah i can manage. Meanwhile..let us both think what is the best next step. You take care and have a safe journey wt family to Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your one truly love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I emailed this letter to him after we had quite  a massive misunderstanding between us. As usual la, no couples doesn't escape from quarrel and stuffs. But bottom line is..one of us just have to know how to control all the bad emotions that runs through their vain!  I spent my day the next day by myself...went out to Chawan,Bangsar brought along an inspirational book ordered a hot jasmine tea and enjoy my truthful  moment. Guess what, the feeling of what my other half is doing will always there..seriously i couldn't dent it...is there in me and uhh...i just donno what to do......then i text Dura if she wanna come over and hang round wt me..maybe i just need to talk to someone who i can trust at that particular time(knowing that i barelt trust people except my arwah shakira)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he doesn't text me...but i'm still keep on looking at my BB. calls ringing..bbm and sms all coming in but not from him....then i decided to put on silent mode and started reading the book- 'corporate Sufi'. At the time i least expected...when i'm put down a call from Dura, his bbm msg suddenly appeared. huhu.....B I N G G O! we both cant just ignore each other that long i guess...not to me...nor to him........maybe my letter open up his heart in some ways..cos knowing him...he never buys any sweet talks AT ALL! Alhamdulillah...everything seems back to normal...and my feelings towards him somehow develop even more.....hopefully he feel the same..ahaks!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div class="yiv260727914MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-7960493630794958146?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/7960493630794958146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-1st-ever-letter-to-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7960493630794958146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7960493630794958146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-1st-ever-letter-to-him.html' title='a sincere note that come within my heart...'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-6664116267929247744</id><published>2011-09-18T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:24:20.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya 2011</title><content type='html'>Its been a while i didn't happen to write down on my life journal. Gosh! such a hectic schedules i have right now. Ever since i lost my gooooood friend, arwah Shakirah Hani, i try to put back my focus on a normal daily life circle. We both are too attached bout few months before Allah took her from her family and her closest friend. It took me for awhile..bout 2 3 weeks to adjust things back to normal as normal as it is before. And yeah..time to express my words and feelings thro this lil e-note book of mine~ My Ramadhan Alhamdulillah i filled it with such a well manner behavior where i welcome almost everything goods to me. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya comes with peace to me and i can feel the whole lots different this very year. Perhaps, i gotta celebrate raya with a lil more joy knowing there is someone i love indeed who is my own Boyfriend. such awkward things to find that i've changed slowly to someone good...i mean...not to say that i'm a bad person..somehow there a bad behavior/characters in me slowly fade away. and i donno how does it happen..its shows that THE LOVE FACTOR really works now for me. hmm....Alhamdulillah...for that. My prayers slowly been answered by Allah swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person who are really important and will be there for me at the most everything that i do in this entire world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBkqjarNguw/TnWkxjn8YzI/AAAAAAAAApU/Csc-ELUMdUI/s1600/SAM_2286%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBkqjarNguw/TnWkxjn8YzI/AAAAAAAAApU/Csc-ELUMdUI/s320/SAM_2286%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653606078516847410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bI4gAEJf5J4/TnWkxv-Ox8I/AAAAAAAAApM/VfSDjmGJnSY/s1600/SAM_2267%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bI4gAEJf5J4/TnWkxv-Ox8I/AAAAAAAAApM/VfSDjmGJnSY/s320/SAM_2267%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653606081831552962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySV1FVZCe68/TnWkxLSpx1I/AAAAAAAAApE/jB05IgxqWY0/s1600/SAM_2269%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySV1FVZCe68/TnWkxLSpx1I/AAAAAAAAApE/jB05IgxqWY0/s320/SAM_2269%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653606071985096530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EsNaQOI10NQ/TnWkw3KFv1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/FahsDVSd61k/s1600/SAM_2259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-EsNaQOI10NQ/TnWkw3KFv1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/FahsDVSd61k/s320/SAM_2259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653606066580471634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Straight face guy- but i Love him.....hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-r17LswGlA/TnWqWz7y4bI/AAAAAAAAApc/eh2gLCkR3E4/s1600/SAM_2447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-Z-r17LswGlA/TnWqWz7y4bI/AAAAAAAAApc/eh2gLCkR3E4/s320/SAM_2447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653612216108376498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-6664116267929247744?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/6664116267929247744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6664116267929247744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6664116267929247744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-2011.html' title='Raya 2011'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBkqjarNguw/TnWkxjn8YzI/AAAAAAAAApU/Csc-ELUMdUI/s72-c/SAM_2286%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-2151160321092132275</id><published>2011-08-17T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:03:34.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disaat ku ingin mencari coretan kisah pelangiku</title><content type='html'>Tiada sedikit keburukkan yg dijadikan oleh Tuhan untuk manusia.Begitu indahnya hidup sekiranya manusia mengenal dan mengerti makna kehidupan.Inilah titik tolak perjalanan manusia.Ada yg baik dan yg buruk.Kedua2nya mencapai keseimbangan hubungan antara manusia dan alam.Begitu juga hubungan manusia dan Tuhan..Pada lelaki dan perempuan tiada ertinya hubungan kasih itu terjalin tanpa mengetahui isi diri.Yang dilihat hanya keindahan Luaran bukannya dalaman.Ramai menyalah ertikan sayang,cinta dan kasih.Dimana letaknya tingkat perasaan???mana yg dicari???mana yg dipegang???letaknya harga diri hawa kerana adam...letaknya adam disisi Tuhan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ALlah, tunjukkanlah bagi ku, umat Mu yang lemah ini kejalan yang lebih di rahmatiMu..sesungguhnya Engkaulah tempat aku memohon dan berpegang teguh dan kepada Mu jualah ku berserah segalanya. amin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-2151160321092132275?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/2151160321092132275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/08/disaat-ku-ingin-mencari-coretan-kisah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2151160321092132275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2151160321092132275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/08/disaat-ku-ingin-mencari-coretan-kisah.html' title='disaat ku ingin mencari coretan kisah pelangiku'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-7652176017354174446</id><published>2011-07-30T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T12:25:23.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the proud 26th lionist! RoaaRR!~</title><content type='html'>I honestly didn’t think much about my birthday this year, really. I was just trying to direct my positive energy into demanding birthday celebration with my family instead. I must say that’s a pretty tall order, the fact that I was never had a chance to celebrate  my birthdays with close friends and bf at the same time before, but because either i was single or i just faced a broken heart again and again which it always happen rite before my birthday..hmm...I just had to “suck that up”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned 26. The creative Lionist me, is really not big on birthdays. In fact, I went for a short gateway with Mom before just to get rid with my personal problems, where i guess its just hard for people to know and for me to figure it out. I believed my mom knows what I've been facing lately, so I asked her for me to tag along wt her on her business trip to Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, I kept away talking much with people...not to my friends or my lovely bf. I think i just need to spend my time alone..rethink bout what i've missed and how to over come strange feelings which i'm having in me lately..Alhamdulillah, 3 days away from my country and found a lil peace in me. And that lil peace have change me to more wiser 26 years old Linda. I did texting my dearest ever friend,Dura, as i'm looking forward to attend Ica babyshower. At the same time, she mentioned would like to celebrate my birthday as well and bear Von Bonyage! I find it pretty cool and glad to come back home wt something awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Pakistan/India dura told me to bring My lovely bf to the dinner in celebrating my birthday.hmm....even thou its really hard for me as i know the reaction of my bf, glad that i did it and smoothly hide that such feeling i had without anyone can sense it... I was stunned. It was such a well-organised, least-expected birthday surprise! (Although what i'm looking at is meet up wt my fwens that i grew up together with..oh! it was truly fun!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was and still happy when ever i think of all that i've been thro wt all of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdVbjWPA-34/TjOHIe2_P4I/AAAAAAAAAo0/fADPoCKfPKU/s1600/SAM_1967.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-xdVbjWPA-34/TjOHIe2_P4I/AAAAAAAAAo0/fADPoCKfPKU/s320/SAM_1967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634996138563026818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M0xaj90S_88/TjOHIKbLs3I/AAAAAAAAAos/43kM0BOwVys/s1600/SAM_1960.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-M0xaj90S_88/TjOHIKbLs3I/AAAAAAAAAos/43kM0BOwVys/s320/SAM_1960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634996133077693298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYyvtJ66WEM/TjOHHx9rWJI/AAAAAAAAAok/UZdYtDNidGQ/s1600/SAM_1964.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-NYyvtJ66WEM/TjOHHx9rWJI/AAAAAAAAAok/UZdYtDNidGQ/s320/SAM_1964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634996126511487122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAXaOZVAU9Y/TjOHH5l9iLI/AAAAAAAAAoc/fDy1YcaQd4g/s1600/SAM_1952.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-KAXaOZVAU9Y/TjOHH5l9iLI/AAAAAAAAAoc/fDy1YcaQd4g/s320/SAM_1952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634996128559499442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dura, shaqila, ica, and all! I’m so lucky to have great friends like you all. Not forgetting my dearest Amal...thx for being there. :) God bless u all with successful stories;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-7652176017354174446?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/7652176017354174446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/07/proud-26th-lionist-roaarr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7652176017354174446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7652176017354174446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/07/proud-26th-lionist-roaarr.html' title='the proud 26th lionist! RoaaRR!~'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdVbjWPA-34/TjOHIe2_P4I/AAAAAAAAAo0/fADPoCKfPKU/s72-c/SAM_1967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-3747205556414066809</id><published>2011-07-11T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:56:04.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another 19 days to go to my 26th birthday!!! pheww! what a year......&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;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jemL3d-Xsqw/Thpyh8gwm9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/se627bwck0s/s1600/birthdaysmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627936611857636306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jemL3d-Xsqw/Thpyh8gwm9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/se627bwck0s/s320/birthdaysmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things which would be nice: a Thomas Sabo Charm bracelet; a rhinestone bra from la senza(shimmering ta-tas, ahoy!); my all time favorite gadget Ipad2; a night in with fairy lights &amp;amp; kisses; lots of cute colourful knickers; Regan from MAC Flatiron to be my personal make-up artist; good black ink pens; a beautiful apartment somewhere far from the city and over view of beautiful ocean; a fabulous birthday party with my friends or a romantic dine wt my lovely munchkin; peace on earth! Wink wink ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Here’s my wishlist from last last last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super-love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Roos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-3747205556414066809?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/3747205556414066809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-things-which-would-be-nice-thomas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3747205556414066809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3747205556414066809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-things-which-would-be-nice-thomas.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jemL3d-Xsqw/Thpyh8gwm9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/se627bwck0s/s72-c/birthdaysmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1685880426870029912</id><published>2011-06-29T18:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:49:08.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a good girlfriend is a excellent art</title><content type='html'>I just died a little and it is in a bad way....so not good at this particular time :( same shitz but different day. I know being in love there are ups and down. How i wish those circumstances comes in different way..it looks like pratically the same things i'll be facing before. Am i really ...like really really not a good girlfriend? Honestly, i low down myself to a certain levels which somehow i think 'this isn't me' !i know i can be a lil tooo bubbly and very loud in expressing my words and emotion, and cos of that i wonder..is it a crime to do so in relationship policy?? oh ya..is there such things as RELATIONSHIP POLICY? excuse me...i dont aware about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i know and i look up for is LOVE COMES NATURULLY after lovers finally meet thier level of understanding and somehow leads to unexpected RESPECT! I donno where i can turn to when this issues of relationship arise between me and my other half....seriously i just donno... T_T....Sometimes i keep wondering am i not being a girl up to what he expected? or not even close to his dream girl ? How could i be that girl....? question that i cant even figure out the answer on my own......maybe i just let time decide for the truly answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be a lil bit to cliche or probably funny....i just dont wanna feel down too long after what i faced, so i decided to google some tips on Being a good girlfriend.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestion on how to be a good girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;strong&gt;Be real honest&lt;/strong&gt;: Whereas self honest to you are helper, it is equally vital that you be honest to yourself and yes, in a grown-up relationship, honesty is the most excellent policy, as long as you are important other too is honest to himself and we all know it is pretty difficult to expect from anyone. (&lt;em&gt;oh no! i'm lack of this value in me....but as far as i'm concern im still and always be honest to the one that i love and care&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;strong&gt;Have a optimistic attitude&lt;/strong&gt;: If all you say about him is a censure or an attack, he will not look onward to seeing you remember people don't want you to be honest with their inadequacy's. It is a improved plan in mature relationships. Be unprompted, but be careful in your impulsiveness.Be happy. (&lt;em&gt;hmm..i can say, this is my narually born attitude&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;strong&gt;Communicate regularly&lt;/strong&gt;: Do not talk his ear off, he doesn't need your opinion, if he did he would read a book or something he respects. However, make positive that if you have any difficulty that will have an effect on your mood, he is made aware of the reasons for your problems. so that you do not come into view to just be a indecisive and bad-tempered creature. But if you have big problems, keep it to yourself, because then it may look like you are talking his ear off. (&lt;em&gt;i communicating too much i guess &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; such a troublesome&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: &lt;strong&gt;Build your desires, needs, and opinions&lt;/strong&gt;: Still when they might disagreement with his. If they do, build certain that you should desist from talking too a great deal concerning them. You decision and needs definitely help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: &lt;strong&gt;Be reliable&lt;/strong&gt;: Such as being truthful first, then being diplomatic next. Such as having the desire to converse issues first, then shutting the torture up. If you want to be reliable, make sure it's well-matched with his/her desires. If you are reliably annoying, they won't have none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: &lt;strong&gt;Be patient&lt;/strong&gt;: Please don't mechanically think he did not hear you when you said something. May be he was worried with not listening to you. Don't jump to end and don't be bitchy about being ignored all the time. Remember, they may be trying to be reliable with their egocentricism. ( &lt;em&gt;this is another value that i'm lacking in....probably close fwens and love ones know about it but yeah of course i'm trying ...it takes two to tango,thou&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: &lt;strong&gt;Take an interest in his interests&lt;/strong&gt;: Take an interest in his disinterests too. He may be disinterested in what you like, so at smallest amount try to understand why he is not interested respect it like the relationship saving, selfless person you are. ( &lt;em&gt;he love music and obviously his super hawt guitar.....and yeah...i'm lovin it tooOo just that i dont hv any talent to do so:( but i can DANCE pretty amazing..ahaks!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.....................i did took a quiz on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'ARE YOU A GOOD GIRLFRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' and the aswer is what i expected..tadaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtfulBut you also haven't stopped thinking of yourselfYou're the perfect blend of independent and caringYou're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too! ( i hope my bf realize this indeed) ^_^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last word from the bottom of my innocent heart....&lt;br /&gt;Once me and my guy became exclusive and offcial, I will instituted a &lt;strong&gt;"hands off"&lt;/strong&gt; policy for all the guys i know and meet...eat that! thats my Vow ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1685880426870029912?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1685880426870029912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/06/being-good-girlfriend-is-excellent-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1685880426870029912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1685880426870029912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/06/being-good-girlfriend-is-excellent-art.html' title='Being a good girlfriend is a excellent art'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8952937454250702456</id><published>2011-06-02T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:17:46.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally he is back to Malaysia...lets go and meet him:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Lb0kMsbmSU/TdAPJPauWkI/AAAAAAAAGJI/jynYOwyyHS8/s640/incubus-kl-tour-2011-pineapple-concerts.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 491px; height: 609px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Lb0kMsbmSU/TdAPJPauWkI/AAAAAAAAGJI/jynYOwyyHS8/s640/incubus-kl-tour-2011-pineapple-concerts.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incubus Live Concert in KL/Kuala Lumpur 2011&lt;/b&gt; - These Californian boys are back again for the third concert in Kuala Lumpur and performing at the Stadium Negara on the 23rd July. The band first performed here in Malaysia in 2004 to a 8000 strong crowd while their second visit to KL was in 2008 at the Sunburst Festival so you can expect a super show this time around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Incubus also features pioneer members &lt;b&gt;Brandon Boyd&lt;/b&gt;, Jose Pasillas, Mike Einziger Ben Kennedy and deejay Chris Kilmore. They have been around for two decades so this year, they will be celebrating their 20th anniversary on tour. For the Incubus KL Tour, Malaysians will be one of the first  to hear live materials of the bands new studio album titled '&lt;i&gt;If Not No, When?&lt;/i&gt;' which is expected to be released on July 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIVqCagW6go/TdAM-2NDH5I/AAAAAAAAGJA/UjTkGjh5TJ8/s1600/incubus-live-in-kl-poster-tunetalk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 678px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIVqCagW6go/TdAM-2NDH5I/AAAAAAAAGJA/UjTkGjh5TJ8/s1600/incubus-live-in-kl-poster-tunetalk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incubus Live in KL 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Date: 23rd July 2011 (Sat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venue: Stadium Negara, Kuala Lumpur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time: 8.00 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brought to you by Pineapple Concerts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visit the Incubus Live in KL Facebook Page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incubus Concert Ticket Prices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Normal Tickets: RM203 (Available 23rd May onwards for public booking)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tune Talk Subscribers: RM183 (12th - 22nd May -You need to register with TuneTalk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are only one type of tickets for this concert so make sure you are there early to get the best spots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*main picture courtesy of TuneTalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where to buy Incubus Live in KL Concert Tickets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AirAsia Redtix.Com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AirAsia RedTix Outlets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contact the Ticketing Hotline at: +603 8775 4666&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Online Ticket Selling closes on 22nd July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;**p/s: My long lost boyfriend is the handsome &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Brandon Boyd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8952937454250702456?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8952937454250702456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-boyfriend-finally-back-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8952937454250702456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8952937454250702456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-boyfriend-finally-back-in.html' title='Finally he is back to Malaysia...lets go and meet him:)'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Lb0kMsbmSU/TdAPJPauWkI/AAAAAAAAGJI/jynYOwyyHS8/s72-c/incubus-kl-tour-2011-pineapple-concerts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-9107816358760121805</id><published>2011-06-01T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:26:15.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrendered in Assunta Hospital....again...</title><content type='html'>Today, my life is decidedly different. I feel like i've been reborn for the 3rd time. Quite an experience to me to went through some minor operation on my colons. It all started 2 weeks ago..well..its been few years back but i didn't even make it has a big deal for me. I always take things for granted but this time around i told mama about some complexity i went through when i pass my motion out for the pass 2 weeks. I had an internal bleeding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;As usual, mama was the one who eagerly drag me to see My own Personal Specialist. Told her to bring me to a clinic but i end up in the hospital. Oh God! on my mind, I always have the pass images of myself when i got surrendered at Assunta hospital. So, there I was, got admitted at the same floor but a few rooms away from my previous one.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;After made a quick check ups on me, My doctor told me he will give me some medicine for a night and I gotta go for a minor surgery the next day. The nurse push me on the wheel chair towards Wad Fatimah room num 5105. I got a single room all by myself again...Mama just accompany me for a while and then she went back home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much i can say being alone in the hospital room. I guess hospital is my second home. I dont know that i'm the only one among my siblings who always go in and out from hospital. Guess i'm not the lucky one....But to think back, who am i to complain about such things. Its faith that God gimme me to be this way and all i can do is to thank Him for what been planned in my Life journey...Being thankful wasnt that hard for me as i've been through more worst that ever before...sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;This is what i do to fill in my free and boring time at hospital....doodles and drawings:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FmIfkXOJAIU/TeZovuIkyLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6OBMTEIZMi4/s1600/IMG-20110531-00060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-FmIfkXOJAIU/TeZovuIkyLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6OBMTEIZMi4/s320/IMG-20110531-00060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613289154611038386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to conclude on why am i've been admitted it is because i've piles stuck inside my colons. According to Doctor, he cant chop off the piles yet and gotta put a rubber band on it just to make my pass motion run smoothly without any bleeding . That i guess one of key solving for my case. He added, the piles couldn't be chop off yet till i get my 1st child or so on...well as long as i can breathe i'm all good and happy:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nervous before the operation team came and brought me to Operation Theater(OT)       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5teEau3bD4/TeZnZKri0fI/AAAAAAAAAn4/EsoNT9A3vi4/s320/IMG-20110531-00063.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613287667625284082" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm all looking good but slightly drowsy after been put down to 2 hours sleep for operation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; *still smiling:o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1717SKZqZJs/TeZnZXu0RHI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9VmVY-NJb58/s1600/IMG-20110531-00067.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-1717SKZqZJs/TeZnZXu0RHI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9VmVY-NJb58/s320/IMG-20110531-00067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613287671128671346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-9107816358760121805?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/9107816358760121805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-my-life-is-decidedly-different.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/9107816358760121805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/9107816358760121805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-my-life-is-decidedly-different.html' title='Surrendered in Assunta Hospital....again...'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FmIfkXOJAIU/TeZovuIkyLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6OBMTEIZMi4/s72-c/IMG-20110531-00060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-3544288284741479632</id><published>2011-05-26T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:55:01.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love...someday...maybe...</title><content type='html'>The best thing about being in a relationship is to feel loved and needed and importantly, being complete. There's purpose in life. If you ever notice, people who isn't in a relationship most of the time they made themselves busy with their hobby or work. If, not, they'll be staying all alone. Do you want to come back to an empty place? Having a pet is just another substitute. Love is important to everyone. It keeps you alive. When you don't have that love inside of you, you're a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be a disaster too. Depends on how you show the love. Don't be obsessed or possessive. That's not love. Jealous? it's good to feel it but just don't let it control you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I've observed my loved ones relationships, including mine. Our generation do not understand the meaning of real love. What is real love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I've observed my parents unconditionally love. They love each other no matter what their flaws are like. They stick through ups and downs. For better and worse, til death do them part. That's true love. They commit with each there irregardlessly how bad either one's condition and characteristic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, my mother is one of the most patience lady I've came to know. How she deal with my hot tempered father til the end of his last breath. They managed to celebrated their 25th anniversary before he passed away on October 16th...right after me and my mother went home after a long wait seeing father lying on the hospital bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the past few weeks before my dad critically comma, he has admitted what he has done wrong to her and to tell her, she's the best mother to his kids and a sincere wife that he has married to. To be patient with him, to take care of him day and night while he was sick, to bath him when he can't walk (seriously sick about for a month), to give birth to me. Even when there were other women came by an offered to be his another wife, he truly declined. He doesn't want to make those mistakes as he did in the past. He also reminded my mom not to remarried as in our religious, the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;last wife will be the fairy that'll accompany him on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is a very strong woman. I only see her shed tears once, at my dad's grave during first day of raya. All she said, he's happier there. When I asked her, don't you ever miss him? All she answered, "I pray for him everyday.." and that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have that love. The love that my parents had. Someday..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26z3WLzZPHk/Td5NULaj6BI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Lf9V3vqoIQU/s1600/family.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26z3WLzZPHk/Td5NULaj6BI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Lf9V3vqoIQU/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611007194807134226" /&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/9165375717861628000-3544288284741479632?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/3544288284741479632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/05/unconditional-lovesomedaymaybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3544288284741479632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3544288284741479632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/05/unconditional-lovesomedaymaybe.html' title='Unconditional Love...someday...maybe...'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26z3WLzZPHk/Td5NULaj6BI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Lf9V3vqoIQU/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-2537310288782119305</id><published>2011-05-24T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T23:43:11.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motherly egOis</title><content type='html'>Someday i'm thinking... I can’t either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i look at my sister, someday, the crushing weight of my being a mother sits on me like sleep paralysis, waiting for me to move, almost daring me to. It wags it’s finger in my face, telling me I’m a bad mother, an ungrateful mother, because I cannot keep up with my own children sometimes, because I pretend when my husband and I are out alone that we ARE alone, that no one waits for us at home, ready to cover us in wet kisses and sticky fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the responsibility that gets to me-the knowledge that forever, I am connected to these creatures-I can never leave them, not truly. They will always be a part of me. Their toes will forever be the toes that kicked me in the ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somedays it’s the drudgery, it’s getting up and feeding them, convincing clothes onto them, sitting with them, then working all day, arriving home in time to listen to them scream about not wanting to go to bed. Those days get to me. Those days test me, because they test my love for them, they test the bounds of my patience and temper. On those days, the bad mommy sometimes gets to come out and play for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tempted in the past, to throw up my hands, and walk away from it. From all of it. Times when it’s gotten so hard, too hard, worse than I ever imagined, I wanted to walk down the road, climb up onto the highway, and begone. Never to be seen again. I thought it, many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my eyes, in my heart, I couldn’t do it, I never would. I could never walk out that door and not come back. Because being a mother isnot just a test-it’s a battle. Sometimes it’s lovely and gentle, other days, it’s bloody and loud and frightful. Somedays I don’t like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somedays are so fragile and simple, I want to place them under glass so they never disappear. I draw on those days, to get me through the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say my sister is a good example. She just scolded me just to protect her lil ones. Even though, the course of wrong doing its absolutely from her lil princess where everyone seems to put much love to her...even myself did. But look at the bigger picture, children wouldn't learn something if her/his mom keep on say yes to everything and blame others for her child fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for to be in my sister shoes right now. She is a good daughter, a great sister and the only example for me to adapt into a women's world as she is my only sister but...for me she's not yet close to a perfect mother. She being too protective over her daughter that sometimes tend to ignore people feelings. I mean..for God sake, look at the bright side my dear sister...its ok to let your children falls at once for them to know how to climb and reach for what they want. Falling is the step to make us a strong person. Its is good if we expose our kids with this kind of education/experience cos they will be such a fast learner in the days to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, you are totally different from me even though we came from a same mother and father. Let yourself loose a lil bit and surely everything will be just fine. I know, everybody will go through faces in life...its a matter of how we go through it and how we cherish every moment. And for real, i couldn't even wait for my time to become like what you have rite now......a family with husband and children of your own.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-2537310288782119305?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/2537310288782119305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/05/motherly-egois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2537310288782119305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2537310288782119305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/05/motherly-egois.html' title='motherly egOis'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-4585516530816502792</id><published>2011-05-18T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:14:00.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my alter ego speak..</title><content type='html'>I’m taking a little step back. Fucking look at myself. I”m a human. I’m strong. I’m so strong to survive and can be anything. I can be everything. I do not hate every guys because of a lousy guy broke my fragile heart, or cos a best friend betrayed me, my parents compare me with my other siblings, the bitch down the street called me liar, ugly, stupid, kiss ass, worthless. I do not concern myself with things i cannot control. Cry when I need to then let go when its time. I don’t hang onto painful memories just cos im afraid to forget and definitely will let go easily of things that are in the past and forget things that aren’t worth remembering. I will stop taking things for granted and start live for something better. Live for myself...each day praying to Almighty God to create and give a room to my lil heart to fall in love back again like i did before. Clear my mind not to fall out of love and keep on believes in it until I realise the beauty of loving someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create, imagine,inspire,share something wonderful each day just to make someone’s day and at the end of it I might get develop a lil happiness in myself. So, I would live my life to its full potential~ Just live, dammit! I will let go of all of the horrible things in my life and fucking live. And one day, when I’m old accompany by my lovely cat, looking back to all the years i went through..i will never ever feel regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-4585516530816502792?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/4585516530816502792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-alter-ego-speak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4585516530816502792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4585516530816502792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-alter-ego-speak.html' title='my alter ego speak..'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-7917651120120005864</id><published>2011-05-15T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:33:55.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Me....</title><content type='html'>Dear Future Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are doing well in tour amazing world now. I wonder what you are going through at this point on time in your life, but i'm pretty sure the life we're currently living is all that you dreamt and imagine it to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you saved enough to get ya own place?Did you finally bring your family to a wonderful holiday that you been dreaming of before you get married? Do you now run ya own business together with your husband and have a nice room of ya own with a pretty window view? Have you FINALLY settle down with the man of your dreams? or probably you are happily married with cute twins to your current boyfriend. How the twins look like? just as cute as you are or so good looking like your husband? Dreams and aspirations aside. I honestly hope you have moved far from where we are now. But I do know that i want to remind you of some things you may forgotten...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- remember getting  your heart broken by your first ever love, thinking you'll never recover? remember the many milestones you went on to achieve just so that you can prove you'll bounce back much better than before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- remember the exhilaration and liberation of getting your 1st car with the help of Mama for down payment and then you gotta work hard to pay the car monthly with your own money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Remember the fear and anxiety when you decided to leave your 1st job and your amazing team mates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- well i dont know if we have a family now with amazingly cute babies or if you are enjoying the single life after all you been through, the hurts,the fun and the tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do know that no matter where you are now, you would have remained true to yourself. I hope and always forget you'll never forget who you are and the values you hold that make you who you are today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly I really hope you will keep on laughing uninhibitedly, give unsparingly and love unconditionally as i believes that you are a sweet happy-go-lucky girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: current bf send regards to you...hope when you look to ya right where you can see ya husband at his fav sofa reading newspaper, it is still the same guy we use to know and love..... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Younger-you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda Roos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9165375717861628000-7917651120120005864?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/7917651120120005864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-future-me-i-hope-you-are-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7917651120120005864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7917651120120005864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-future-me-i-hope-you-are-doing.html' title='Future Me....'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-9090040784213718837</id><published>2011-05-03T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:49:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Sky Outdoor: Mabul Island, Sabah 3D2N</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bsoutdoor.blogspot.com/2010/09/mabul-island-sabah-3d2n.html?spref=bl"&gt;Blue Sky Outdoor: Mabul Island, Sabah 3D2N&lt;/a&gt;: "Package Price Per Person  • 12 persons &amp;amp; above - RM 500.00  per person  • 9-11 persons - RM 550.00  per person  Deposit : 50% is required ..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously i"m looking forward to bring the whole family here...all support by me!=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-9090040784213718837?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bsoutdoor.blogspot.com/2010/09/mabul-island-sabah-3d2n.html?spref=bl' title='Blue Sky Outdoor: Mabul Island, Sabah 3D2N'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/9090040784213718837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/05/blue-sky-outdoor-mabul-island-sabah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/9090040784213718837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/9090040784213718837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/05/blue-sky-outdoor-mabul-island-sabah.html' title='Blue Sky Outdoor: Mabul Island, Sabah 3D2N'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-5837549804572284593</id><published>2011-04-19T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:49:34.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diddy - Dirty Money - Coming Home ft. Skylar Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Currently my favorite song.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k-ImCpNqbJw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-5837549804572284593?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/5837549804572284593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/04/diddy-dirty-money-coming-home-ft-skylar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5837549804572284593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5837549804572284593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/04/diddy-dirty-money-coming-home-ft-skylar.html' title='Diddy - Dirty Money - Coming Home ft. Skylar Grey'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k-ImCpNqbJw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-9160140595347995836</id><published>2011-04-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:43:06.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love drugs (pt2) - increasing loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The day I met you honey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew right from the start,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were the one I needed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to mend my broken heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew you would make me happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by the way you made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew that we would fall in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if I stayed with you awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both were hurt by someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who said their love was true .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both found out the hard way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were nothing but a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life was filled with sadness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until you came along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I can laugh and smile again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because your love has made me strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day I met you honey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was the start of a life brand new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are my shining star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a wish that did come true .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&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/9165375717861628000-9160140595347995836?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/9160140595347995836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-love-drugs-pt2-increasing-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/9160140595347995836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/9160140595347995836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-love-drugs-pt2-increasing-loves.html' title='my love drugs (pt2) - increasing loves'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-965296201124619595</id><published>2011-03-20T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:06:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambient Advertising Vodafone Vizoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what...since i'm in one of Malaysia most leading digital ambient Advertising company, i did my research through out this weekend on Ambient Advertising. It feels like i'm back and looking forward to be in advertising world once again... this time around kinda different.. I will make a different this time around cos i think ambient advertising is not really popular and interesting among Malaysian advertisers. hee..trying smartly to be different and think big.haha...(try harder pls linda!) ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly speaking, the world have become more towards digital exposures. Others are moving forward and why are we still lagging behind. We gotta welcome and open our mind towards new medium which much convenience towards the up trend market nowdays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is some good example of Vodafone campaign advertising. It has been created in 2005...and i can say the digital world have not yet reached its benchmark for Malaysia market...  i would love this kind of campaign to be seen in our super happening street in klang valley ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vIyl1OLF1PY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-965296201124619595?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/965296201124619595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/03/ambient-advertising-vodafone-vizoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/965296201124619595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/965296201124619595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/03/ambient-advertising-vodafone-vizoo.html' title='Ambient Advertising Vodafone Vizoo'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vIyl1OLF1PY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-3452402793147410037</id><published>2011-03-20T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:11:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctum Movie Trailer Official (HD)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 30px; " &gt;AMAZING!! i had a constant feeling of choking waching this.VERY GOOD MOVIE!it is based on a true story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 30px; " &gt;&lt;/span&gt; most of all what makes even greater was i enjoyed watching it wt my lovely bf  even thou we didn't manage to get best sit in the cinema (seated rite infront of the screen..argghh!!) hehe..=) And i got 10 free tixs for this movie..thanks to my Astro's fwen.  i distribute the tixs to my family members, clients and also close fwens...u know who u are;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;The director attention to visuals is above and beyond what﻿ most people is capable of; doing double duty as the film's cinematographer, demonstrates a pitch-perfect photojournalistic eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many of captivated values in it which it brings an additional bonus for me to actually grade this movie 8 out of 10;) 2 thumbs up for that! ;) Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jaZHjv3ASfw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-3452402793147410037?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/3452402793147410037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/03/sanctum-movie-trailer-official-hd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3452402793147410037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3452402793147410037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/03/sanctum-movie-trailer-official-hd.html' title='Sanctum Movie Trailer Official (HD)'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jaZHjv3ASfw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-4908059583188493724</id><published>2011-03-20T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:49:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Lopez - On The Floor ft. Pitbull</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sEXY sEXY sEXY- hAWt haWT HAWT!! I LOVE her make up..her hair..her moves and everything about her in this clip!!! its seems almost perfect...and yeah..the dirty bit;) it somehow turns me on...feels llike wanna dance dance dance all nite long!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t4H_Zoh7G5A?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-4908059583188493724?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/4908059583188493724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/03/jennifer-lopez-on-floor-ft-pitbull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4908059583188493724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4908059583188493724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/03/jennifer-lopez-on-floor-ft-pitbull.html' title='Jennifer Lopez - On The Floor ft. Pitbull'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t4H_Zoh7G5A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-3846440795350758709</id><published>2011-03-19T14:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T15:31:27.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to look about...friendship &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/156/9/6/Thirsty_for_2_Souls_by_umer2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/156/9/6/Thirsty_for_2_Souls_by_umer2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/156/9/6/Thirsty_for_2_Souls_by_umer2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;I guess i'm still looking and searching for the answer beneath my soul. I now i should be thankful in whatever came across me regardless, the bad or the good ones. I know that, with every breath i take in, i gives new life to myself. what does it mean by new self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new self of the moment is God's constant, never ending re-newel of the self's creation. And at each moment of our existence, a new self arrives to us from God, just as in this body a new breath arrives. I can be happy..hmm...not tomorrow, not yesterday, but moment to moment, beginning now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believes in making the most of unfolding life and not worrying about the past or the future. Worry is a heavy cloud that covers the sunshine of today. Believes in the beauty and power of NOW! Therefore i'm taking chances and go with the flow and treasure life moment by moment. Everything is perfect as it is..InsyAllah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might not know how to react between love and friendship. As far as i know, through my life experiences in loving someone, i never got hooked up or even falling for my own friends. Its just kinda hard for me to work things out. Some said that i'm more into 'friends kind of girl'...oh wait... the main point is actually..my exs and my current bf said that as well....hmm..i wonder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my understanding of both world, i did some mixing on my experiences and add on some juicy research on it....and below is what i came about.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you feel like you are the only two around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care&lt;br /&gt;Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is being close even when you are far apart&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you can still feel their hand on your heart when they are not near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is hoping that they experience the very best&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you bring them the very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship occupies your mind&lt;br /&gt;Love occupies your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is knowing that you will always try to be there when in need&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you will give up everything to be at their side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a warm smile in the winter&lt;br /&gt;Love is a warming touch that sends a pulse through your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a beautiful smile to which nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;A tender laugh, which opens your heart&lt;br /&gt;A single touch that melts away your fears&lt;br /&gt;A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of heaven&lt;br /&gt;A voice that reminds you of the innocence of youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship can survive without love&lt;br /&gt;Love cannot live without friendship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-3846440795350758709?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/3846440795350758709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-to-look-aboutfriendship-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3846440795350758709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3846440795350758709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-to-look-aboutfriendship-love.html' title='something to look about...friendship &amp; Love'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-7715633154688460229</id><published>2011-03-06T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T15:28:54.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy weekend.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAyp8Hgvx9M/TXO6GQNew3I/AAAAAAAAAnA/T8O9iXVk0dU/s1600/SAM_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAyp8Hgvx9M/TXO6GQNew3I/AAAAAAAAAnA/T8O9iXVk0dU/s320/SAM_1333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581008979835667314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite my dull, depressing days throughout the whole week,  I actually had a lovely plans  for most of the weekends (and thank you SO much for the kind words all).  I’ve been messing round with my close fwens thro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out the week as i’m gonna starts my new career next week. So, it somehow called ‘mengabiskan sisa2 waktu’.  You know... how am i feeling  just SO comfortable and completely myself with good friends surround me?  That’s how exactly it feels with them. Lots of my time speading chillax with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; my close girlfwens, shara and sikin but not forgetting i always have my time texting my lover just a courtesy wanna know on each other updates. I like things so far which work out pretty fine between us. Even thou we r both in 2 separate world rite now but as long as our believes is tied up together, we just hang on it tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Saturday was actually Dura’s birthday and I think I had never failed to wish her every single year since w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e become fwens. Oh, and I actually combined sikin’s weekend plans with me to celebrate my most good friend ever birthday...I can proudly said that i had such a great Saturday. I’m so happy to see my friends and most of all my dearie lover was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; had fun together with me &amp;amp; my dollies;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:7.5pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:7.5pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:17.25pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Guess what...we actually went to DISCO SKATING at S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ubang Avenue!!!&lt;/span&gt;!!huhuuuuuuuuu....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img 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Blessed and grateful to be enjoying my weekend with the one that are close to me. Thanks for making my day even more Marvelous....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9165375717861628000-7715633154688460229?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/7715633154688460229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7715633154688460229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7715633154688460229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-weekend.html' title='happy weekend.......'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAyp8Hgvx9M/TXO6GQNew3I/AAAAAAAAAnA/T8O9iXVk0dU/s72-c/SAM_1333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8653650511540264460</id><published>2011-02-28T19:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T15:19:40.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A.Z.Y D.A.Y................. ^_^'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/purplefreak_097/(Cat)%20LAZY_DAYS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 372px; " src="http://www.freewebs.com/purplefreak_097/(Cat)%20LAZY_DAYS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.5pt; line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss the time where I stayed at home alone.And looking out from my house.Especially during thunder storm rain, where no computer, tv and even radio is on....Just me lying restlessly on my bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.5pt;line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Only left my neighbour tiny barks against the angry, loud thunderstorm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.5pt;line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I used to love to dance under the rain, even now I do, but I never get my ass in trouble to dance under thunderstorm rain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.5pt;line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Therefore, today is a special day... I sat in front of my main door, looking out to the rain, listening to the thunder roars, smell the sweet rain drops... Whooppppsss, I forgot I totally lost my mind today. Out of focus in certain areas... i've always woke up wt so much things on my mind that i'd plan the nite before but as for today, the planned went somewhere else..and obviously the mood is everywhere. It was not completely well, but at least I'm make used my day with thinking and realizing things which stuck in my head for quite sometimes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I didn't go to work today, in fact, I cancelled all my meeting and push it to tomorrow. I know i got to seal the deal and hit on my target for this week but something hold me back..thus, i'm enjoying my rest and relax at home, watching ASTRO-HBO accompany by my lil sophie, lying lazily on my favourite sofa and once a while check on my twitter and facebook....not forgetting replying texts to my lovely and handsome boyfriend... ^_^' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.5pt;line-height:16.95pt"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;So far so good....and I just love my lazy day!!!!!! Looking forward to an aggressive and productive tomorrow...InsyAllah... :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8653650511540264460?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8653650511540264460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-time-where-i-stayed-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8653650511540264460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8653650511540264460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-time-where-i-stayed-at-home.html' title='L.A.Z.Y D.A.Y................. ^_^&apos;'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-2372595499560021741</id><published>2011-02-26T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:15:33.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OTS: "Take A Bow" - A Rihanna Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Love the way he sing................ so sweeetttttt =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yBEIC-BIvX0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/9165375717861628000-2372595499560021741?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/2372595499560021741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/ots-take-bow-rihanna-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2372595499560021741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2372595499560021741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/ots-take-bow-rihanna-cover.html' title='OTS: &quot;Take A Bow&quot; - A Rihanna Cover'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yBEIC-BIvX0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1636154930126296674</id><published>2011-02-26T19:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T10:08:11.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend fun and joy.........</title><content type='html'>what could i ask for more on the weekend after a look week of stress and business of works? of course..chillax with my close friends. Rite now at this particular of time, there are 5 people who i consider a good friend of mine. This 5 girls had giving me hopes, believes and a true friendship. And all this 5 girls have their own different characters and how i met them. To cut it short, they are my weekend family...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                      &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kQFyzkXWss/TWk1bxmE1VI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GQddCjqMf0Q/s320/SAM_1224.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578048364760847698" /&gt;Knowing her was amazing..God create our path to meet someone differently.This is the most happening friend in my entire life.  She is small in real life but you should see her when she open up her mouth..sounds like she is the biggest amongst us 5.  She somehow the most closer girl to be in my friendship world. We always find things are funny even thou its not. we speak a same language, easy going with people that we just happen to meet and we both love to create havoc in the middle of nowhere...and not forgetting every single things that she wants to do she'll find me for her company! Glad to be her friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.5pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#B40B43;mso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.5pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#B40B43;mso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWGQNOSMWEw/TWk1crvMl6I/AAAAAAAAAmg/qtdV8FNzvc0/s320/SAM_0998.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578048380368361378" /&gt;This is my favorite girl. been knowing her ever since in my primary years..that would be 17yrs ago. What i can say, this girl had went thro hustle life, happening moment and crazy time with me. So may things happen in our life in considerate the good and the bad things. She oens my dirty lil secret and i own hers. Oh...dont get me wrong here...what i mean 'our dirty secret' would be some stupid things we both did over past years..haha. Its funny and fun whenever i tried to recalled back. She is just like my sister, mother ,a shoulder to cry on and lend me an ears to hear my sad and sun stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 14px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(180, 11, 67); "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 14px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(180, 11, 67); "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVEGulvRsoo/TWlCG4A47yI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xxVZSgg8IhQ/s1600/SAM_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVEGulvRsoo/TWlCG4A47yI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xxVZSgg8IhQ/s320/SAM_1260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578062299357835042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet ever girlfriend but somehow can be perfectly gel in with me cos of we have the same koo kooo in da head! haha....probably she more than mine;) The kind of friend always concern about others, really helpful whenever one of us seems down or not in da mood. A soft person with a big heart full with love and awesome friendship values. Her heart is pretty as much as her face does. I'm really grateful to have this sweet and lovely lady as my friend. She used to be a dancer wt me back in my college years. And we shared lot of wonderful memories 2gether:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sikin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 14px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(180, 11, 67); "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 14px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(180, 11, 67); "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgV86hXatnA/TWlN2uy8eZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/s-XzmsExBcg/s1600/SAM_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgV86hXatnA/TWlN2uy8eZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/s-XzmsExBcg/s320/SAM_1169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578075216145054098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knowing her from shara, and do click in certain ways. She is a soft hearted and very funny in person. Very understanding sometimes can be 'outr friendship' calculator...only us know what does it means ;) haha...sometimes i find her her naive. the part we extremely be in touch with each other was when we both took chances to actually do the bungee jumping. we tot of wanna do it alone but at the end she begging me to jump with her...aww!~ so we did it together.....the things that will remain as a great moment for both of us!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wani &amp;amp; Shaz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HRytXGiV6R0/TWmwhmRTDPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/FWC3ij41HPg/s1600/26927_410727780991_740155991_4952403_243087_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HRytXGiV6R0/TWmwhmRTDPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/FWC3ij41HPg/s320/26927_410727780991_740155991_4952403_243087_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578183704730340594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They both use to be my colleagues back in media prima..we become closer each day. And now they are officially my friends who i look up for to meet and updates about ourself.. They both a just great in their own ways..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this are the kinda fwens i have rite now...we messed up things together, having fun, express our sadness,enjoy great things and share funny story in our daily life...I'm thank God each day to make me know them in person and actually welcome them to be my friends. This is kind of friendship i always count and rely on no matter what.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1636154930126296674?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1636154930126296674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-weekend-fun-and-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1636154930126296674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1636154930126296674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-weekend-fun-and-joy.html' title='my weekend fun and joy.........'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kQFyzkXWss/TWk1bxmE1VI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GQddCjqMf0Q/s72-c/SAM_1224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-2309943327920105161</id><published>2011-02-26T09:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T09:27:11.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Depression...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs45/150/f/2009/108/9/8/981a40c0103278fdac6143a247d86db5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs45/150/f/2009/108/9/8/981a40c0103278fdac6143a247d86db5.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to wake up every morning wt so much things in my head. It troubles me now and then. The feeling of worries and wonder whats gonna happen always there in my mind. How could i move forward cos what i did in the past really scared me off...i stuck as if there is no brighter future for me. But still...deep down in my hearts there is a lil believes in myself which somehow a key for me to  over come the circumstances and stay strongly focus in what i'm doing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs31/150/f/2008/196/2/c/I_Want_to_Fly_With_Rainbow_by_svghnsydn.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every morning, as i open up my eyes, i pray to God that today gonna be a great day for me...better than yesterday. Hoping there will not be too much of worries in me. I dont really talk much too people on whats the trouble i'm facing rite now. People would always see me happy and fun, but the truth is...........God knows...... :( Pls kill the feeling of being regretted and such... make my route to happiness and success become wider and easy. Amen.&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/9165375717861628000-2309943327920105161?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/2309943327920105161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/morning-depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2309943327920105161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2309943327920105161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/morning-depression.html' title='Morning Depression...........'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-6033069130391202412</id><published>2011-02-25T20:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:44:06.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love drugs</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/-bnOIA40pkFw/TWedMnQrUSI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ztHOrE6rXAo/s1600/love%2Bamal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnOIA40pkFw/TWedMnQrUSI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ztHOrE6rXAo/s320/love%2Bamal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577599503544570146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;I never know how we actually started but one thing for sure i know he held me close, he touched my skin, he brought more joy than i'll ever know. My soul was breach on a daily basis by his love. The sound of his voice made my heart swing on the stars. His eyes were truly the window to my souls contentment, evolving every way possible. The life I had with him was golden and no man can ever take away the love we shared. Giving is a selfless act, one that doesn't happen often, but he made it a thing of beauty as well as a regularity. Envisioning our love like a large amount of scents and tastes, from hot sauce to alfredo and rose's to gladiola's. A sensuous kiss to a passing glance, the mood was always perfect because you made me feel loved. He made me feel laughter in a way that only babies can feel pure. That is why he always think that every single things surround me are funny. But the truth is I feel really fun being with him. Thank you for the smell, "original sweet peas". Thank you for my favorite spot, "on your left shoulder". And most importantly, thank you for "sweet time together", the "arguments &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;attention"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;, the beautiful melodies and sleeping in the car whiles his driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 16.1pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#B40B43;mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love so much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; about you that it is hard to pick just a couple of things out. I love the way you laugh. I love the way you smile. &lt;b&gt;I even love it when you make me mad&lt;/b&gt; and don't know why. I love how when you upset me, you try so hard to make it better. I am so in love with you that I don't go one minute without thinking of you and wishing that I was with you! I can't stand to be without you for one second. &lt;b&gt;You have truly turned me into myself&lt;/b&gt;. Before you, nobody allowed me to be me. I got to be someone else to win their heart. You have allowed me to open up my heart and trust again. You have allowed me to smile and be happy again. And for that I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Those were the happiest times of my life because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt; I thank you and &lt;b&gt;I will forever cherish our memories and I know there are many more to come.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/290/b/f/love_song_by_blackjack0919-d30xplt.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 650px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(180, 11, 67); "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-6033069130391202412?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/6033069130391202412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-never-know-how-we-actually-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6033069130391202412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6033069130391202412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-never-know-how-we-actually-started.html' title='my love drugs'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnOIA40pkFw/TWedMnQrUSI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ztHOrE6rXAo/s72-c/love%2Bamal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8847276055857713945</id><published>2011-02-25T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T18:51:07.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place of my inner expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckBVK6Q5sTY/TWeIqFRTGoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/T21xbE2_V1g/s1600/Love_Is____by_pianobleeder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckBVK6Q5sTY/TWeIqFRTGoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/T21xbE2_V1g/s320/Love_Is____by_pianobleeder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577576920072264322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:20.35pt;vertical-align: baseline"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A while back&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://reinventingtheeventhorizon.wordpress.com/2011/01/04/gone-blog-wild-and-comment-crazy-2/" target="_blank" title="http://reinventingtheeventhorizon.wordpress.com/2011/01/04/gone-blog-wild-and-comment-crazy-2/" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon; border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Linda Roos asked her readers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;why they blog, what they get out of it and what their favourite things about blogging are. I told her I’d write a post about it. So Linda, this is it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:20.35pt;vertical-align: baseline"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:20.35pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:20.35pt;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:initial; background-attachment:initial;background-origin: initial;background-clip: initial; border-style:initial;border-color:initial;background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I have been blogging for 3 years now. When I started I thought to myself that I’d probably run out of things to say. I haven’t. As my friend said when I asked him about his blogging, “I’ve found I’m just as opinionated as the next person!”. Well, I have plenty of opinions about a lot of things, but I tend to steer clear of the controversial ones like politics and religion. Although I have been known to venture an opinion on other bloggers’ posts! My main thing though is to share. I am interested in a whole lot of things, and like to share them. This way I get to do it in a fun, creative way without (hopefully!) boring anyone. And they can just stop reading if I’m going on and on about something, and boring them to tears. Unlike people in my “real” life, who have to at least pretend that they find me fascinating, even if they don’t!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:20.35pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:20.35pt;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:initial; background-attachment:initial;background-origin: initial;background-clip: initial; border-style:initial;border-color:initial;background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I’ve been through several really tough years health-wise. Caught a virus on my brain and it was so bad at one stage, that I could barely function. There were a couple of years, I have very little memory of. My world became very small. In those years my brain turned to mush. Not literally, but it might as well have for all the good it did me! I lost a good deal of confidence in myself and I lost my “sense of myself”. Things are going somewhat better now (thanks to the help of a great doctor, and the support of family and friends), although I still struggle with short term memory lost and depression at certain extend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:20.35pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:20.35pt;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:initial; background-attachment:initial;background-origin: initial;background-clip: initial; border-style:initial;border-color:initial;background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I originally started blogging to have a place to tell my “stories”. As that was suggested by my personal doctor.  Which is what I call my sharing of fascinating books, podcasts, films or ideas that I’ve come across.  I thought it would be good a place to come to, when my friends, and people out there had time to read. And they could also avoid if they wanted to! I really didn’t expect a whole lot of other people (who were not related to me) to be interested in what I had to say. It is just something in me that really full with ideas to share with everyone and at the end of it wishing that people would get inspired. Well, sometimes it is also a place to express what i feel to show happiness, anger, sad, hate and whatever feelings runs through myself at that particular moment.&lt;/span&gt; hee&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 11, 67); "&gt;♥͡.̮♥͡     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:20.35pt;line-height:20.35pt;vertical-align: baseline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So what has blogging has done for me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:20.35pt; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;§&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;It’s provided a creative outlet for me. I can tell i’m pretty good at arts and crafts, thus i extend the love by  putting together a pretty post.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:20.35pt; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;§&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;It allows me to practise my writing skills. I was delighted to find I actually have some!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:20.35pt; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;§&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I’ve add on my photography skill on it. When I first started blogging I was mostly sourcing photographs from the Internet to illustrate my posts. Since then I’ve found it fun to take my own photos. Sometimes, I take photos first and the “stories” develop from there. Stories became more interesting with a visual to add on it;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:20.35pt; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;§&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;It’s a way for me to document my life. I don’t mean that in any formal sense of what I did on particular days. I really don’t lead that fascinating a life! But just to take note of interesting things I come across in my daily life. I can look back at my archives and know what I was thinking or doing at a specific time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:20.35pt; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;§&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I’m a person full with sense of humour. Blogging has polished back my sense of humour (to become more humouristic.hee). I sometimes still find conversations with more than one person at a time overwhelming. My brain can’t keep up with the conversation and by the time I think of something witty or interesting to say, the topic has changed. Writing down my thoughts gives me an opportunity to express myself at my velocity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:20.35pt; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;§&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I’ve been able to connect with people worldwide who have similar interests. Who knew there were so many nature/bird/animal/spider/plant/sunset etc lovers out there!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:20.35pt; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;§&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;It’s been a place for me to escape out of my limited world. I love reading the blogs of people who live in other cultures. Whether they were born into them, or are just visiting them. And I also like reading the blogs of people who are living less conventional lives “off the grid”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 18pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -18pt; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20.35pt; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;§&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I’ve discovered some wonderful blogs with interesting stories that so captivated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; 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border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today my blog would be about financial freedom..why am i suddenly pay much attention and take seriously when it comes to financial?  frankly speaking, i just realized how much important is our savings. Yes...i've been saving all this while but i spend more than i actually save. The more we earn the more we tend to spend...and of course its more or less related on our environment, social life and career. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I met this one old guy, a good prospect who looks nice for me to deal with. **BINGO!** he actually more than a prospect to me. He inspired me in some ways. Me and my colleague was trying to get him take a step towards CIMB retirement plans. As i was trying my colleague to close the deal, he stopped us with this one inspirational story of his. To cut it short, he has achieved all he wanted in life and at this particular time, while others are still working hard, he is enjoying his life with family and tour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ing round the world. All he does back then was working and investing. He knows how to roll back his money. He did shared with us his awful years during he childhood. He came from a very poor family and he got lucky to get fully sponsored by government to one of the famous premiere school in 'tanah Melayu' which is Sekolah Tuaku Abdul Rahman(STAR). I bet he's a genius. hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the story goes on and on and on. Till, he said that he have been managed his financial at the early stage somewhere in his 20's while some of his friends are enjoying spending time partying. What he look up for a better future for himself and his family. And from his look and the staring on their eyes, i know that he is satisfied and really thank God for what he had. Only concern now is his health. He told that how rich we are, at the end of the day if we d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oesn't look out on our own health, we definitely soon gonna be broke. But Alhamdulillah, i can see he managed all of it in a good way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As he was sharing the story, my mind sometimes flew into a feral imagination. I look up on the way he thinks about life, future and family. Deep in m y heart, there is lil voice whispering said, 'you gonna get this kind of life..this kind of husband and of course this kind of happiness without u knowing it......'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTQ8Y6oZmPNELZrxit2K0qGme_TwJ8CHOnlXMcIgqHDEFqYJyg1Rw" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 187px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He refused to invest some of his money with a solid reason and for the 1st time ever i didn't even debate about it. I totally understand that he's is now at the peak of his own happiness. Gosh! ur a one men that strongly captured my whole attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the end, i just knew that he's one of the 'Datuk' for UMNO in Shah Alam....He left us with his short valuable suggestion which is.. we should catch all the young executives to actually look deep into materializing their financial regards to savings or investment. Inspired*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(padahal..my mind was imagine to have someone like him for my husband thou..i mean his mind set and futuristic thinking ;) ) hehe.......   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-5321466972613268303?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/5321466972613268303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-my-blog-would-be-about-financial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5321466972613268303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5321466972613268303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-my-blog-would-be-about-financial.html' title='Inspirational story...'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1247596819473550670</id><published>2011-02-20T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:34:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Woman Movie Trailer Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6bT1fZoivGA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the movie that i will definitely go and watch wt my dear Shara. Well, the storyline tells everything on being the 2nd woman in someones life. Rite shara? its practically nothing to do wt both of us, but we just like to discover and explore every possibilities when it comes to real life relationship drama! huahuahau... ;) hope not only we both got the message, its for the one who actually faced it or about to face it..hehe. no offence!~ peace:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1247596819473550670?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1247596819473550670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/other-woman-movie-trailer-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1247596819473550670'/><link rel='self' 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dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y-iKWe-U9bY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sooooooooo cooL!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-808c172decb4fe1a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sYgr_iGATB4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-3256761438293116384</id><published>2011-02-19T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:24:41.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Prada To Nada Movie Trailer Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A must watch movie wt girlfriends!!! lets go girls;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LvY6WPO5DMc?fs=1" frameborder="0" 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Official'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LvY6WPO5DMc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-7795783956438632230</id><published>2011-02-18T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:57:59.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to deal with a woman who’s coming on too strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.futurescopes.com/files/imagecache/datingarticle_mainimage/files/storyimages/women_who_come_too_strong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.futurescopes.com/files/imagecache/datingarticle_mainimage/files/storyimages/women_who_come_too_strong.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a relationship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;If you’re in the budding stages of a relationship and you find she’s smothering you with her demands, start laying down the law now. Once she realizes she’s got you where she wants you – on a leash – your only recourse for help will be the SPCA (Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals). &lt;b&gt;A guy have got to make her see reason and be rational about things&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;If you’re absolutely firm and she realizes she can’t make you dance to her tune, she may mellow down and agree to compromise.&lt;/b&gt; But if she doesn’t and you can’t get through to her, if you don’t get out now (unless she has a multitude of other redeeming qualities, and even if she does), you’re doomed to the doghouse for life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexually&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;If you’re happy about it and enjoy a submissive role – great, enjoy it. If you don’t like her taking the lead, try and convey either through actions/body language or words (if she’s not the subtle type, chances are you’ll have to hit her on the head with a sledgehammer to get through to her) that you would like her to back off and take things a little slower. If you don’t learn to slam the brakes on firmly, or she doesn’t seem to get the message, this woman is not for you. Unless of course you’re just in it for the fun of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;Too opinionated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;If you encounter this kind of woman, either at a party or a conference or even at work, remember that she won’t abide by etiquette and loves the sound of her own voice. So don’t expect her to wait for you to say your piece. If you have something to say, you have to stop being a gentleman about it and just ride roughshod over her. Butt in, say what you have to and have the courage of your convictions. Once she finds she’s met her match and you’re a worthy adversary, she’ll think twice about locking horns with you. Stick to your guns and watch her run for cover – or at the very least you’ll be out of her firing range!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-7795783956438632230?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/7795783956438632230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-deal-with-woman-whos-coming-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7795783956438632230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7795783956438632230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-deal-with-woman-whos-coming-on.html' title='How to deal with a woman who’s coming on too strong'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-4436925617842641944</id><published>2011-02-18T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:38:24.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you shouldn't reveal everything about yourself to your lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.futurescopes.com/files/imagecache/datingarticle_mainimage/files/storyimages/why_you_shouldnt_reveal_everything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.futurescopes.com/files/imagecache/datingarticle_mainimage/files/storyimages/why_you_shouldnt_reveal_everything.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: small; "&gt;When you’re getting to know each other and are in the &lt;b&gt;initial stages of a budding relationship&lt;/b&gt;, it's best not to reveal everything about yourself to your lover. If you insist on telling him everything, even if your life is an open book, he might be bored because he already knows more than he probably needs to. It is always good for a &lt;b&gt;relationship to retain a hint of mystery and to keep him guessing a bit&lt;/b&gt;. It is more fun to let him discover things for himself and gradually uncover your hidden depths, layer by layer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;If you have a few skeletons in your closet, and you choose to reveal them all in the beginning of the relationship when you’re still treading on uncertain ground, you run the risk of your partner backing off if he’s not comfortable with what you have disclosed. Once you are more settled into the relationship and if the situation presents itself, tell him only as much as you think he should know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust and honesty is important for a relationship&lt;/b&gt;, so if he asks you certain pointed questions, don’t try and hide stuff. But you don’t have to tell him all the gory details, an abbreviated version will do. Being comfortable enough with your lover, to tell him the truth, also involves &lt;b&gt;trusting him enough with your feelings and that he will not abuse this trust,&lt;/b&gt; or use whatever you tell him to get back at you someday, or throw it in your face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;If your lover is the jealous type or overly possessive&lt;/b&gt;, be wary of what you tell him about past relationships. If you think he can’t handle the information in a mature manner, &lt;b&gt;tell him selectively whatever you think he can deal with&lt;/b&gt;. And if he doesn’t ask, don’t tell him at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.9em; "&gt;Also, if you do discuss your past history with your lover, you &lt;b&gt;don’t need to go into details about each and every past relationship you’ve ever had.&lt;/b&gt; He also doesn’t need to know statistics – how many boyfriends you’ve had, how many people you’ve slept with, how many live-in relationships you’ve had – &lt;b&gt;unless you’re truly comfortable and want to discuss it&lt;/b&gt;. And unless it becomes a bone of contention, some things are best left in the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-4436925617842641944?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/4436925617842641944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-you-shouldnt-reveal-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4436925617842641944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4436925617842641944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-you-shouldnt-reveal-everything.html' title='Why you shouldn&apos;t reveal everything about yourself to your lover'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8310797741848855834</id><published>2011-01-30T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:30:51.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is just another funny chapter</title><content type='html'>Its soooooo INSANE! i just started working 3 months ago at one of local advertising company. And within this 3 months i can say i learn a lot..with curiosity, u all been thinking such a short time i've been learning a lot of stuffs..main thing is i  learn about the terms of APPRECIATION!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God! subhannAllah...i donno i could have come to certain extend which make me cry when i was praying to Him. My life previously was such a great one. God created such a wonderful moment and path on my career. But its just me, that didn't see things and appreciate what i got. I resigned from a big corporation to a small company without thinking deeply whats the obstacles i'm gonna face. Not to say that i'm regretted of all that i choose to be and to actually lead my own life. Trust me, life wasn't that easy after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont blame my new company as much i don't regretted what i'd face along the way. Its like a valuable experiences to myself. Its not a whole new experience to me, its something that i've been faced it before..maybe there are slightly different in terms of the management and surrounding. The job scopes and direction is pretty clear to me and i can say i did it extremely well as an Account Executive. But there's something holding me back which is the love and soul in serving my previous company(media prima berhad). Everywhere i go in meeting up my new clients, i'll drag along media prima brand image on me and somehow clients keep on asking me ...y did u resigned from MPB? y?? y?? gosh!! the question really trigger my heart and my lung always feels week and suddenly its really hard for me to breath as much as to answer those questions....hehe... but i did answered it pretty well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...2moro another new chapter begin.......working on my own.God knows how hardworking am i..hopefully everything gonna turn out great wt a lil support and blessing from my mom...guess i'll be just fine=) doain aja ya buat aku...InsyAllah...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8310797741848855834?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8310797741848855834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life-is-just-another-funny-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8310797741848855834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8310797741848855834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life-is-just-another-funny-chapter.html' title='My life is just another funny chapter'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8597509062772514836</id><published>2010-12-01T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:11:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey Through Time IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Something that i really look up for for the month of December. What can i possibly say when it comes to music and luxury watch as well as legendary jewellery brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545653936734777666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPYe35JSsUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/d4viq5RNQZ4/s320/showimage.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;It is THE ULTIMATE TEST OF LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starhill Gallery, A journey Through Time IV stands the test of of time as Asia's most fabulous watch and jewellery showcase from 2nd -11 December 2010, endorsed for the 4th consecutive year by ministry of tourism Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to celebrate life with a symphony of fine dining, world class fashion shows and entertaiment every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ladies &amp;amp; gentlements Lets goooooooooooooo !~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/9165375717861628000-8597509062772514836?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8597509062772514836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/12/journey-through-time-iv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8597509062772514836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8597509062772514836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/12/journey-through-time-iv.html' title='A Journey Through Time IV'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPYe35JSsUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/d4viq5RNQZ4/s72-c/showimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-2454469315091024656</id><published>2010-12-01T13:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:24:04.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got talent??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPXsImZsvtI/AAAAAAAAAlY/o-ZBDOVZW6U/s1600/jessica_simpson_singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545598148668079826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPXsImZsvtI/AAAAAAAAAlY/o-ZBDOVZW6U/s320/jessica_simpson_singing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....who have a big dream to be a real singer and have the opportunity to record a professionally produced album? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are up for it??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all girls and womens out there this is your one time opportunity to shine together with the strong brand and ride on an awesome women platform! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Register at &lt;a href="http://www.multivu.com/players/English/45814-avon-voices/"&gt;Avonvoices.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545589351841969250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPXkIjq6tGI/AAAAAAAAAkw/MO1jzsmWS1s/s320/avon%2Bvoices-logo-blk-h.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avon Products, Inc. launches Avon Voices, its first-ever global online singing talent search for women and songwriting competition for men and women in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;celebration of its 125th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary.&lt;/strong&gt; Avon invites people from more than 60 countries, along with its 6.2 million independent sales Representatives,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to ignite a global movement through music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545592595255223554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPXnFWU5ZQI/AAAAAAAAAlI/x8wwf_QbOEI/s320/Avon%2BVoices%2B-%2BDiane%2BWarren%2BBW%2B2%2BElevator%2BShot%2Bat%2B300%2Bdpi%2B-%2Bphoto%2Bcredit%2BEric%2BAsla%2B%2528approved%2B7.29.10%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545591350931825986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPXl863FJUI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JeT7jjQ010A/s320/Avon%2BVoices%2B-%2BFergie%2BOutspoken%2BShot%2Bat%2B300%2Bdpi%2B-%2Bphoto%2Bcredit%2BAvon%2BProducts%252C%2BInc%2B%2528approved%2B10.11.10%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545592591820694850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPXnFJiCpUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/b3Yc19K1JrU/s320/Avon%2BVoices%2B-%2BDiane%2BWarren%2BBW%2B1%2BPiano%2BShot%2Bat%2B300%2Bdpi%2B-%2Bphoto%2Bcredit%2BCliff%2BWatts%2B%2528approved%2B10.11.10%2529.JPG" /&gt; A renowned judging panel of music industry leaders from around the world includes: Fergie, six-time Grammy award winner; legendary songwriter, Diane Warren; Natasha Bedingfield, Grammy nominated singer/songwriter; and Russian sensation, Valeriya. Highlights of the year-long program will include travel to exciting destinations for nearly 200 global contenders to receive professional coaching and Avon makeovers, and record performance videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. “Avon Voices will celebrate Avon’s heritage and our future, as we raise women up through beauty, inspiration and song.”&lt;/span&gt; - Andrea Jung, CEO and Chairman of Avon Products, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPXpiXctz-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/oR4jbKBmE9A/s1600/andrea_jung_%2B7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545595292795916258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPXpiXctz-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/oR4jbKBmE9A/s320/andrea_jung_%2B7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So..what are you waiting for?? hurry!!be the 1st to show ya true talent!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For more info and to register just log on into &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.multivu.com/players/English/45814-avon-voices/"&gt;Avonvoices.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spread the words and love to all women yeah;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d06a109aab4bc970" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd06a109aab4bc970%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331605733%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67AD7F4B387BC6827BFAB1EB4C96FEADBAB0A777.2A8EB0DC01A8E44772298570E022F6F167843BBF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd06a109aab4bc970%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3DFI0S8UeCwMepq9HpPmTwiaaDQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An awesome video of me and my cpurse mates that i think can inspire others in such ways..hee..hopefully =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-2454469315091024656?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d06a109aab4bc970&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='https://twitter.com/#!/lindaroos' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/2454469315091024656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-got-talent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2454469315091024656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2454469315091024656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-got-talent.html' title='You got talent??'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TPXsImZsvtI/AAAAAAAAAlY/o-ZBDOVZW6U/s72-c/jessica_simpson_singing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1832591834171297633</id><published>2010-11-23T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:16:12.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly to spread my own wings...</title><content type='html'>Its been 1 week i changed my job. And i can say everything went so well so far...well..its an advertising firm. A place i've been dream to be with once upon a time regardless to what the company name is. Bottom line, i'm happy in what i'm doing and getting ready to build up a new phase of life. I dont want to compare on the environment part...cos as far as i'm concern, i've been exposed with such a luxurious environment as i'd been working with a big corporation ever since i graduated. And now, i donno whats got into me where i  definetely can say i tone down myself to a small advertising company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to square one. sick of handling things for big corporation and its time for me to work my ass out and lead the company together with my boss to another level of business. Oh yeah...i got lucky to handle all management accounts and work closely as one team with the directors. I love to lead and i consult others who needed...thats why i'm enjoying my new life. Advertising world as been part of my life since i'm a lil kid. I was amaze with super interesting ad on TV that brought me to work at TV station before...and i was groomed to be and client servicing before back in my interns years to deal with the real advertisers. And now i'm taking chances and opportunity that been given to me to lead the team of management acc together with my boss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it will bring joy, experience and of course CASH$$! to me.....hehe. Never stop to always say Alhamdulillah for what You have given me all this while...and always pray for better future. insyAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part from  i'm slowly build up my career...i'm actually kind of 'fallin' in love...last nite this kinda guy had made his 1st moved. I was shocked and impressed but guess what....i ignored him for the nite! inever one this feeling to interupt what i'm slowy trying to built up...but deep inside me i always wanted this kind of guy....but i still having this lil feeling that i might get hurt badly like what i've been through before this.......hmmmm....guess i've to deal with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1832591834171297633?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1832591834171297633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/11/fly-to-spread-my-own-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1832591834171297633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1832591834171297633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/11/fly-to-spread-my-own-wings.html' title='fly to spread my own wings...'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-9163013883775604105</id><published>2010-10-21T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:46:21.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>putusin untuk milih jln sendrian.....</title><content type='html'>Mungkin satu perkara yg aku benar-benar percaya bahwa, jika kita punya masalah kita gak butuh tuk lari dari nya. Kerna, klo kita lari dari nya ia seperti kita create another problem yang maha besar. Ingin aku ungkapkan disini, aku tu seorang yg sentiasa positive. Even thou problem maha besar ni dtg, aku emangnya ambil ringan... yang pasti di lubuk hati aku ni kerisauan semakin memutar-mutar. Cuman, the way i took it either i want my self to tersepit dlm kebingungan or make myself free by look at the positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sadar, aku punya impian kalu dihitungkan tahun 2010 ni aku gak punya matlamat hidup. Yang aku tahu, i built up slowly my vision according to what i'm facing in reality. Aku kaget mau jadi Linda yang dulu...punya Visi dan matlamat terang-terangan gitu deh. Cuman, yang pasti aku tu mulain thn baru aku ngan jiwa kosong ..nah...maka nya the whole years seems empty to me....even thou there are several of wonderful occasion happening round me tapi diri aku ni bkn aku... aku ni palsu deh...palsu atas raut wajah yg sentiasa gembira tp pada dasar nyer aku kesepian, pura-pura kaya tp pada dasar nya aku gak sekaya yg dilihat....bohong pada character aku yg open minded tp emangnya aku ni kalut...Alhamdulillah..stakat ini aku kenal siapa aku yg gak bisa dusta pada janji aku sendri. Emang nya aku ni honest, cuman my honesty sometimes dipertikai kan oleh setengah pihak yg hanya lihat aku dr luaran trus mengritik aku bulat-bulat..tolang ya mas..kenalin aku dulu baru bisa ungkapin yg gak bener ttg aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah...sekarang ini, its time for me to walk on my on way. Tanpa siapa2 yg bisa ngajarin aku or lead langkah aku nih. Cukup atas smua experience yg aku lihat and lalui slama aku bekerjaya. Klo dipikirin, hidup aku ni mewah...mewah dgn ngomong2 kosong teman2, mewah dgn persahabatan yg berlandaskan permainan semata-mata. Aku ni keletihan..hingga sampai satu tahap...aku tertanya2 suatu ketika dulu...ngapain aja anak kecil yg gak cukup bln dilahirkan akhirnya meninggal?? na....sekarang...dlm usia seginian baru aku sadari, emangnya idup sebagai khalifah di muka bumi ini amat berat! Bayi yg gak cukup bln itu sebelum diutuskan ke bumi, Tuhan bertanya apa beliau mahu gak berada dibumi....tp..bayi itu jwb tidak...kerna...di saat ini baru aku sadari mengapa dia gak mau berada didunia...... T_T ya ampun... bagi aku semakin kita mengharungi hari-hari dewasa semakin berat deh segala permasalahan yg timbul. Kini, aku harus stand on my two feet , deal with the world..all alone for now....it seems that no one could ever pass my way and gimme that tender guidance.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanggal 2 november ini, tarikh yg menjadi titik tolak permulaan baru dlm dunia career aku! wmang aku impikan tuk berkerja di Advertising agency but rezeki tuk aku bekerja dia bahagian media udah tertulis dlm buku hidup aku. Trus...slama 2 thn aku di Media prima Berhad...suatu organisasi yg besar and terkenal. Posisi aku di kantor ku bkn calang2...Alhamdulillah aku bisa menamat kan 2 thn perjalan career ku dgn experience yg bisa dikatakan lengkap tuk aku menerusi impian aku ke advertising world...yeah..i;m talking about the real advertising world. Serius, ini ada suatu perkara yg aku sendri amat sukar tuk ungkapkan...sukar tuk aku terus terang sama boss yg aku tu ingin resign! but i did at last....and of course its not a easy thing to actually be face 2 face with my boss to deal with a resignation stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just did...Alhamdulillah..it went well..and its not an easy thing for my boss to deal with. Ternyata klo udah nekad tu, tiada persoalan bisa merubah hati aku ini. My boss kind of counter back, but.....dilihat penuh dlm mata aku ini punya visi sendri yg pingin ku kejar. Lalu, dia membebaskan aku untuk melangkah lebih jauh and meniti impian aku. Berbekalkan doa dan wawasan serta sokong dr boss, teman-teman sekantor aku bersemangat melangkah ke pintu hadapan dgn membawa segala pengalaman and metlamat ku yg ingin ku bentuk sendrian. Sekarang dunia ini..dunia ku...InsyAllah...suatu ari nanti, udah sampei waktu dan aku udah bersedia untuk berkongsi visi yg tersemat di hati ku, akan ku luah kan pada insan yg benar2 aku percayai....now, i'm rady to spread my wings widely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thou, ortu aku gak berapa fancy aku tukar career, tp udah jelasin sama beliau aku memilih jln ku sendri..sampai kapan deh aku harus nuruti keputusan kalian..yg diakhir waktu nyer aku ni confused. Ya udah...aku gak mintak penjelesan dr km yg aku pinta is at least a lil blessing from u. Kerna aku percaya, klo doa ortu tu di berkati, InsyAllah, segala jalan rezeki yg dijanji kan Tuhan dtg dgn mudah...and aku tu bersyukur kerna tlah didik pada asas yg betul dan gak mungkin la aku bisa lupa diri..mudah-mudahan tidak. di doain aja la untuk aku yg very agressive ini...sebab utama aku mahu nukarin kerjaya itu terletak pf diriku sendri..gak siapa yg aku yaking mo dikongsi bersama....hanya Tuhan saja lah yg tau..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-9163013883775604105?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/9163013883775604105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/10/putusin-untuk-milih-jln-sendrian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/9163013883775604105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/9163013883775604105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/10/putusin-untuk-milih-jln-sendrian.html' title='putusin untuk milih jln sendrian.....'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8620118843485773963</id><published>2010-10-06T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:50:27.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vibration: Radiant EnergyLeo's Secret Desire: To be a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/horoscopes_zodiac.php/bodyAd/img/reports_compatibility.php#28');" href="http://www.psychicguild.com/reports_compatibility.php#28" target="_blank" type="image/gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Description: Love triumphs over all for this sign, which is ruled by the heart and operates from this dimension too. Leo's are born fortunate. Charismatic and positive-thinking they attract not only an abundance of friends and opportunities, but manage to survive life's stormy times with style and good humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a Lion is committed to a relationship, they are totally devoted and faithful. Should their heart or trust be broken they never forgive or forget. When a relationship breaks down (even a long standing one) they can disappear into the sunset without a backward look. Leos can cut ties, and leave others heartbroken, but usually there is a good reason why they have broken a tryst. For a Leo, when a relationship is over, really over, it is over for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three levels of soul-evolution of the Leos. The highest is represented by the Sphinx; wise beyond their years and great teachers to others. The second is the Lion, King of the Jungle, ruled by ego but always protective and sustaining of those they love. The last is the Lion Cub, immature and undeveloped, frightened by anything new. These Leos cling to others (in the mode of the child not wanting to leave its mother's side).) They can't bear to be alone. No matter what level they have attained, all Leos are trendsetters, leaders and adventurers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their weakness is their pride. This is one sign where the saying "flattery will get you everything" applies, but be warned criticism will slam the relationship door right in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Athena Starwoman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8620118843485773963?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8620118843485773963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/10/vibration-radiant-energyleos-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8620118843485773963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8620118843485773963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/10/vibration-radiant-energyleos-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-2242705982361008741</id><published>2010-09-19T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:38:47.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dam Dam Dum Raya...rayaa....</title><content type='html'>The past week has been quite a trip down memory lane for me. Between Hari raya Aidilfitri open houses and catching up with friends to celebrate my only niece upcoming 2nd birthday, i've been meeting up with people I've not seen and spoken to in quite sometimes..erk..minus the chatting part on BBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, what really makes me happy is how we are still able to have conversations, share laugher and confide in each other as if the last time we met was just the day before. Like many people, i have made friends at different stages of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about me is that i usually have trouble moving on.Some of my friend's biggest memories of me from primary school had to be the last day of standard six when i was hugging my teacher and bawling my eyes out. Never mind, i was going to see many of these people in secondary school a couple of months later or that we would keep in touch but for me it was the end of era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling continued through many other stages of my life where during my secondary school i did attended various camps and workshops in my teenage years. It never got easier for me until I finished college and starts my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Raya seems to be the same. I can feel that at this point of age, i'm 25 by the way....Raya doesn't seems enjoyful and exciting. There's no more feel of celebrating it with colorful new outfit..not that i used to. That very feelling seems to fade away with time. If i'm 15 perhaps i'll still enjoy my Raya that way. Not to say that very will go through this phase of life..maybe it happen to certain individual only. People say that, its about time we celenrate with our 'own family'...that what many of my friends said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time ever, i didn't make my 'baju raya'. I did some recycle in my wardrobe and use what ever i can wear during Raya. But i got a pair of SEXY new shoe...couldn't get rid in buying new shoes...man..i'm just being a normal typical women here^_^ Lots of good things happen in the 1st week of Raya...and i'm so glad that i surrounded by such a great family and good friends. Guess what..i couldn't mention their names here cos its like i've a loooongggggg list of names..there a re good people indeed and i'm so thankful to God for making them be part of my life. Love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all happy through out the 1st day of Raya till last Tuesday. I was a lil bit shocked when i received a text message from my sis saying that, Mama have to be admitted. Mama didn't feel quite good for couples of days but i tot is a normal fever. Till my sis brought her to Hospital and she need to be admitted immediately......Thank God the operation all done last nite. Alhamdulillah. And now i can see my face glow once again...... :) I'm so proud that i've been raise up in a wonderful family.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TJTqi-7IkPI/AAAAAAAAAko/xTRkl-IH4fg/s1600/Famili2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518293330163175666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TJTqi-7IkPI/AAAAAAAAAko/xTRkl-IH4fg/s320/Famili2010.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salam Lebaran..... :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-2242705982361008741?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/2242705982361008741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/09/dam-dam-dum-rayarayaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2242705982361008741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2242705982361008741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/09/dam-dam-dum-rayarayaa.html' title='Dam Dam Dum Raya...rayaa....'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TJTqi-7IkPI/AAAAAAAAAko/xTRkl-IH4fg/s72-c/Famili2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-4348484486667270261</id><published>2010-09-06T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:37:43.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TITgakKHXUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R25ae_-G5wc/s1600/frosty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513778590795652418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TITgakKHXUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R25ae_-G5wc/s320/frosty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Love....my Frosty:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a cat’s lover since i was a lil girl. My mom and dad doesn’t really fancy me adopt a cat nor play around with it. It is because i have a really bad sinus and too sensitive with cats. But which parent wouldn’t want to see her children upset because doesn’t didn’t get what she really wanted to. My last cat died cos got hit by a car. Ever since then, i never have any pet. Now with a comeback of Frosty, a white Persian + tabby cat i got it 3 days ago has open my heart to love this cute and beautiful creature once again. I wanted a cat as a gift on my birthday but it seems that no one knows my little wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story began when i hang out with Amal and his band. Out of sudden, he pop up about cat for sales. His friends, Lela, who happen his senior in campus wants to sell his lil kitty to someone that can handle her cat well enuff. I said to Amal that i;m really looking for a cat rite now. So, Amal show me its pictures. Guess what, once i saw its picture..i fall in love with the kitty. He told me he llikes 3 month old. Awesome! Thats what i’m looking for. Really wanna have a kitty to train it nicely under my supervision. So, Amal brings me meet the owner, Lela. She seems like a nice cat’s lover. Very sweet in person and she can sense that i’m a responsible cat owner. Huhu..She held me the cat in my arms. OMG! Once she hand over the cat onto my hand...i carried away with an imagination..i feels like i’m holding my new baby! The cat is so WHITE and very furry! I look at Amal and i gave him a sign through my eyes..the car was really tame!! After a while,i hand it over to Amal..it seems that the cat notreally comfortable in Amal’s hand. Haha..The cat is only 3 months old. I felt she was too young to be away from her brood at that point, but Lela said it should be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosty is quite big for its age. I thought Lela must have been giving him loads of healthy food. He looked like a little puffball with stubby legs. You could hold him whole body in one hand. Yet, Frosty and I had and still have a bond of sorts. As I stated I'm not a cat person for quite sometimes, but Frosty always curled up on my shoulder when I sat on the couch and fell asleep. Unfortunately Frosty got a lil clingy a bit. I guess he just need sometimes to settle him self and get use to a new environment. He crawled under the couch cushions, under the pillows and mattress...anywhere soft and warm. And he couldn’t stay alone else he will meOoooWWWing really load.He really needs me to be there beside or near him all the time.Aww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I got Frosty, he has always made it a point to develop myself to be more committed and responsible in taking care of him and be more sensitive on my surrounding, as if he put a meaning to this colourful life of mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-4348484486667270261?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/4348484486667270261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4348484486667270261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4348484486667270261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TITgakKHXUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R25ae_-G5wc/s72-c/frosty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-3247547921719531572</id><published>2010-08-25T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:55:00.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>I hate to say that i'm crying all alone in my room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been quite awhile i didn't cry like a lil kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tears will come out when something/someone touched about family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world is my family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how difficult my life would be without my family around..Gosh! i couldn't imagine it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i feel like i'm too dependable on them..till my mom started to talked to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks really worried...who's gonna look after me if she's not around anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take care of me? knowing that i'm lil bit hard to  handle in some ways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would someone make me happy as i am now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i started to cry....... i ran to my room...and tonite i'll be sleeping with tears pouring down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, sorry if i put u in such a hard time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized now, i've to stand on my two feet and deal we everything as an individual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not introduce u to my last special boyfriend..u know him after i declared 'i'm no longer with him no more'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much u love to see me happy being with him...but the truth is.. i faked it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend everything is cool between us but actually it wasn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If mama would possibly understand what i'm going through, for sure i can see tears on ya sweet face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...i just dont like to see u cry nor to make u cry especially about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me mama...i know how to lead my way..InsyAllah.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-3247547921719531572?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/3247547921719531572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3247547921719531572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3247547921719531572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-5740701038153693497</id><published>2010-08-23T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:46:54.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Day (from Britney's concert on 6/11 in London) on Twitpic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/78quz"&gt;Pic of the Day (from Britney's concert on 6/11 in London) on Twitpic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-5740701038153693497?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://twitpic.com/78quz' title='Pic of the Day (from Britney&apos;s concert on 6/11 in London) on Twitpic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/5740701038153693497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/pic-of-day-from-britneys-concert-on-611.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5740701038153693497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5740701038153693497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/pic-of-day-from-britneys-concert-on-611.html' title='Pic of the Day (from Britney&apos;s concert on 6/11 in London) on Twitpic'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1572345480724260237</id><published>2010-08-15T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:25:34.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my secret love note...</title><content type='html'>It is very important for me to express to you how much you really mean to me. I wish I could do this in person while holding you in my arms and gazing into your eyes. But since we are physically separated by miles of emptiness and the feeling still hanging somewhere in the airs, how i wish this expression could be sincere said in the form of letters such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is difficult for you, as it is for me, to be separated for so long. Life seems to be full of trials of this type which test our inner strength, and more importantly, our devotion and love for one another. After all, it is said that "True Love" is boundless and immeasurable and overcomes all forms of adversity. In truth, if it is genuine, it will grow stronger with each assault upon its existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love has been assaulted many times, and I am convinced that it is true because the longer I am away from you, the greater is my yearning to be with you again. You are my Charming Prince, and I am your devoted Princess. I cherish any thought of you, prize any memory of you that rises from the depths of my mind, and live for the day when our physical separation will no longer be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is still hope and moment to be arrives, I wish u would receive across the miles, my tender love, my warm embrace, and my most passionate kiss. I just love you because I do. I can't change it. Its not my choice. I wish I didn't, but that's how love is. I can't say a word about you. I have to forget about you. I wish you didn't make it so difficult for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I need tell you, but I can't find the way. I can't find you. Your way of looking life is different from mine. I can't change it. Its not my choice. I wish I didn't love you. I can't forget about you. I just wish it could all work out like it once happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1572345480724260237?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1572345480724260237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-secret-love-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1572345480724260237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1572345480724260237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-secret-love-note.html' title='my secret love note...'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-7939515162981577639</id><published>2010-08-10T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:51:21.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terakwih Tears.....</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah Ramadan comes again....it is the most holy month of year for Islam. Time for us, muslim to show their love to Allah through personal sacrifice and self discipline. I feel even blssed and grateful in celebrating this ramadan. I know something is holding me, but i believes is the time i should focus in devoding myself towards Allah. I wanna feel peace and fix all the remedies that happen to be in me. I know Ramadhan is the perfect time..i can feel the different than other days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to go for my 1st terakwih. I know that mama ususally will go with me. But this time around not even mama, guess what, my sister in law alson now walked together to the mosque stated behing our house. There we go one big happy family. To my surprise, everyone in my family somehow i can feel are so earger in welcoming this Ramadan. We actually have chemistry running round amongst us. Guess what? The whole family actually went for 'solat terakwih'..for instants it was wayyy tooooo loooong for my sister to actually go to mosque for solat terakwih. She always do that at home by herself. Only me and mom used to went to the mosque together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i stand besides my mom, there was a lady besides my mom who happen to be my mom's friend. I heard their conversation while i'm quitely sat down besides my mom watching the whole evironment. My mom's friend asked with whom does my mom came with? and my mom answered proudly with 'my daughter' as she pointed her finger to me. I straight away smile nad shake hands with that aunty. Then i heard she said something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Alhamdulillah...you actually came and brought along your daugther.How grateful you are..Your daughter seems sincere to follow you.' and then she smile at me..........geee...smilling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i'm smiling the tears in my eyes started to poured out. But i'm kind of hide it. I just dont like my mom sees me cying like a lil kid anymore. I believes that my mom knows that i'm strong enuff to stand on my own now. Crying for me is just another sign to show that we are weak...that is why i'll try not to cry in front of people ...So that we were praying solat terakwih together. As i was doing my praying my heart feels like i'm facing such a peaceful moment..and suddenly there was a drop of tears pouring slowly on my cheek. As i was reading the mother of all Surah, i can see the images of a person that i truely missed all this while...the person that i always look up for..the love that i always wanted..its the images of my late dad :( while at that time i was standing besides a women that are strong enuff to take his place and brought up such a wonder family in her own hands...she in my mom!! T_T God, there are nothing much i could ask...i still and always pray seeking for Your Bless in giving my mom a good health and happiness... If she's happy i'm more than happier......Through out terakwih i cried....cry cos of how thankful i am and blessed for what Allah created for me...I have such a wonderful mom indeed........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Menyambut Ramadan..and have a pleasant one this very year to me, family and friends ^_^  InsyAllah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-7939515162981577639?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/7939515162981577639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/terakwih-tears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7939515162981577639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7939515162981577639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/terakwih-tears.html' title='Terakwih Tears.....'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-20282179382524272</id><published>2010-08-04T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:04:29.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiwa kosong (empty soul)</title><content type='html'>Where should I begin? I've been looking for what I want in life till I figure out myself that I isn't very sure? Generally I want a happy life..but what leads to a happy life and what do have beyond it? I almost give up in finding the answer because the more I search for the answers the more I'll get confused and end up trapped in within all circumstances! To think back about my family, I'm so lucky to raise up in such a wonderful family...I'm so close to each and everyone of them. Its just that somehow...I mean lately life get lil rough and empty and certain point where I tend to feel there's a big empty hole in mylife. All of my family members, everyone have their own life to concentrate with...even me has my own freaking life. We all tend to loose the sense of closeness and attached in ourselves:( I don't blame anybody for what going on maybe its just me who I think as I grow up I become more sensitive in a sense of love,care and value of family &amp;amp; relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career wise I can say I'm so proud of myself to survive on my own in this so called cruel world. Everyday I'll make sure there's productivity in me...and I can see in a long run there's fortune waiting for me. If I can sustain what I'm doing rite now insyAllah it will shorten the route of my success and to a greater life that I've been dream of. I believes it will be easy if we isn't work by our own...isn't it? But well...what I've planned somehow doesn't seems to happen:( still I strongly get up and make every single things possible for me...even thou deep inside me always crashed n cry! T_T...only God knows what I'd been through. I always make myself think wisely and make sure I never ever complain what come across me. I might get this kind of life but maybe other even worst. So, I always appreciate what ever things that God had created for me. He loves me and that's why He send all the obstacles into mylife so I'll become more stronger and get the meaning of true human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i want to express here is that i can earn lots of money by working on something that i'm good at and lives happily. We can search for money as much as we want and spent it like the whole world been made for us to enjoy the wealthiness! Travel with friends is a must for me as i love to discover different part of the world. I've been circle with a bunch of friends who is smart, generous, caring and adventurous. All of my qualities happen to be in my friends and that is why we all are really click and attached to each other in some ways. But something trigger me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if.. its time for they to settle down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i gonna leave my life alone knowing that all this while i'm depending on family n friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me stop all uncertainty that runs in my mind. Focus what my life is all about...knowing that there's no one yet to be specifically in my lonely heart. I've tried to serve and hold on to the love that been in me for quite sometimes but in the end I just realized that how much I believes there are love between me and the guy it just there and then...Unfortunately i always met a FULLSTOP. Aren't relationship not supposed to supposed to meet fullstop??i wonder*How much I cried I won't be able to get him back to me. For that I accept what kind of path God created for me..even thou its sickening but I always look at the bright side even its clear enuff said that there aren't any lights for me to be in a long relationship with someone! As for now...I sadly pronounce that I'm officially has an empty soul..... Success without 'LOVE' in our heart feel like we lives in a lonely world......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-20282179382524272?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/20282179382524272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/jiwa-kosong-empty-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/20282179382524272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/20282179382524272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/jiwa-kosong-empty-soul.html' title='Jiwa kosong (empty soul)'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-6602344264250860783</id><published>2010-08-02T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:42:03.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vacation! With the planned all set up for about 2 months back..all done, I'm going to do something unusual, I'm taking a birthday vacation! So here we go!! I left on Thursday, July 29th, and back on July 31st . It's *conceivable* that its gonna be such a wonderful vacation as i’m going with 3 of my besties(all girls) plus there will be at least 9 out of 10 crazy plans awaits us. Therefore i would like to pronounce here that i’m almost went crazy whenever hang round with my besties. I thought i wanna update every single things that we did thru a web browser as we all are using BB and iphone, but don't count on it. This is our chance to get away. I never know what that means, every time it's different. My main objectives for this period are to have my very own moment enjoying my 3 perfect days with bunch of psychos &amp;amp; most beautifool ladies;) Do a lot of water sports since our friend, Sikin was very excited texting everybody saying that she just bought her new underwater camera absolutely for this Langkawi trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our underwater production!whee....hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZmPiHMhAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UYaoNd-d91k/s1600/laut4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500696411920696322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZmPiHMhAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UYaoNd-d91k/s320/laut4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZmPVOYqHI/AAAAAAAAAjw/PhLxm-74pgM/s1600/laut3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500696408461191282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZmPVOYqHI/AAAAAAAAAjw/PhLxm-74pgM/s320/laut3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZmPEGCCNI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s1hF14JB-vc/s1600/laut1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500696403862751442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZmPEGCCNI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s1hF14JB-vc/s320/laut1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZnjAgA78I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/mRALWk0Zh9w/s1600/laut6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500697846007001026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZnjAgA78I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/mRALWk0Zh9w/s320/laut6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZni0OKpII/AAAAAAAAAkI/UYQ77qTRl4U/s1600/laut5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500697842710914178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZni0OKpII/AAAAAAAAAkI/UYQ77qTRl4U/s320/laut5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZniuDXruI/AAAAAAAAAkA/rpKdXB03F00/s1600/laut2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500697841055018722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZniuDXruI/AAAAAAAAAkA/rpKdXB03F00/s320/laut2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, our friend, Shara was so lucky to won a lucky draw and get her own canon compact camera a week before the trip. Everybody have their own compact camera for now...and..i don’t wanna miss a thing so i did bought a gift for myself 2 days before the trip. Its sounds typical for some people but yeah..its just a thing i think i really wanna have it for myself. A 2nd big present i bought for myself. Other things that we had planned is to lay back and do some talking non-serious stuff, partying(enjoy live bands) and visit(island hoping) with friends. Everyone else seems to enjoy every moment and i LOVE to see those sparkling smile in their face which make me happy to know that what I’ve been through couples of weeks ago make my life went up and down. Deep inside me, I know i’ll end my July with such an interesting and wonderful birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that i would love to express my appreciation to my besties, Shara, Sikin and Leen to plan a trip to Langkawi. Even though u all knows how much Langkawi means to me personally...hehe. It isn't often that I say this, but I wanted to thank you for being such a good friend. You are always around when I need you, always willing to listen when I need to talk, and always ready to organise something fun when I need a break. You are one of the most important people in my life, and when I count my blessings I always think of you. I don't think I could have gotten through the last few years without you. Through the break-ups and career changes and how i actually move on and you all were always around to lend a hand and tell a joke. I appreciate that more than you know. I did my part and promised to baked u all brownies..and its happen on my special 25th birthday Hope its taste good as our friendship ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us prepare our mind to be back to our REALITY LIFE and nganjing2 rakan2 through all the pictures taken ya;) haha. Love u! And roger if u wanna chill or...we just have to take a break for fews days from each other perhaps...i donno...hehe...3 days spend time with u ols was the BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get all pictures upload soonest...promise :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-6602344264250860783?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/6602344264250860783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6602344264250860783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6602344264250860783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-vacation.html' title='A Birthday Vacation'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TFZmPiHMhAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UYaoNd-d91k/s72-c/laut4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-3168037845068649563</id><published>2010-07-14T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:53:47.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can i be so stupid!</title><content type='html'>OMG! for the 1st time i realized that I'm stupid! stupid cos i've been fooled by creature name 'GUY'! how could it be? how does it starts? Now i know whats the meaning of Lust instead of Love! And for thing i never ever stop of being thankful to God for make me see and realized what i've been through. At one point finally i can think straight and make my decision sharply! I'm truely happy and feel like a complete freedom in myself...Alhamdulillah...Alhamdulillah..Alhamddulillah..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah...thanks for make me realized what i'm not supposed to face it. I just gotta loose a person who i claimed to be someone special in my life. The fact that very someone dont even deserve a place to be in my heart nor in my life. I know how to value myself and i dont wanna be like some another jerks that you used to manupulate them. Aren't guys supposed to treat and love women with full respect as women is a creature that created by God where they have a high rank beside God.What happen to the respect and love? I had a reason and answer to myself for what happen to me till i really eager to write this particular notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real, this is just something that out of my mind..i never think that i will face such a traumatic phase of life. I'm pratically scared to fall in love back....fall to a wrong person where i always did. After all, life is like gambling our luck but yeah..still we are human, never failed in taking any risk in our life! I hate to say that I Hate someone so much..but what if the person make me said it. Guess what?? i deleted him entirely from my LIFE...as if me and him doesn't know each other. I barely do such things...but he just over the limits and i couldn't consider it something that can be tolerate about! to mention his name also its just disgust me........How foolish can i be when it comes to guys? as far as i'm concern, i always put both my feet on ground, keep believes in myself everything gonna be great for me but yeah..REALITY CHECK! things never ever gonna be PERFECT as we want it to be....God always have a better roote for the one He thinks deserve it. For that i always believes God has His special plan cater to me....and so with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my Lust! I'm taking back my life to a starting point back again...to the basic here i come......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-3168037845068649563?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/3168037845068649563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-can-i-be-so-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3168037845068649563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3168037845068649563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-can-i-be-so-stupid.html' title='How can i be so stupid!'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8564953845227638371</id><published>2010-07-08T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:16:50.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Self.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lately i've been slightly down upon whats happening in my life. Mainly its all about relationship, friendship and myself. How well i always said that i know exactl what i want in this world but to honest i dont know a thing actgually. It seems i had the things what i want so far...but still i feel the emptyness inside me..its like a puzzle that i'm still searching for the piece to conclude everything and that one lil piece of puzzle went missing.....what was that? its like answer a question with out me knowing the question is....So, i came across this motivational Poem by Edgar A. Guest.. The words he used gave me some picture to reflect upon what kind of answers i search for myself. It helps me more or less i can say......Guess the One lil puzzle is L.O.V.E... Love myself..love my family..love the friendship and love as much as i could give for me to get the ONE EVER LASTING LOVE to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Motivational Poem&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Edgar A. Guest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to live with myself and so&lt;br /&gt;I want to be fit for myself to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able as days go by,&lt;br /&gt;always to look myself straight in the eye;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stand with the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;and hate myself for the things I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to keep on a closet shelf&lt;br /&gt;a lot of secrets about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fool myself as I come and go&lt;br /&gt;into thinking no one else will ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kind of person I really am,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to dress up myself in sham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out with my head erect&lt;br /&gt;I want to deserve all men's respect;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here in the struggle for fame and wealth&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look at myself and know that&lt;br /&gt;I am bluster and bluff and empty show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never can hide myself from me;&lt;br /&gt;I see what others may never see;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what others may never know,&lt;br /&gt;I never can fool myself and so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens I want to be&lt;br /&gt;self respecting and conscience free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8564953845227638371?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8564953845227638371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8564953845227638371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8564953845227638371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-self.html' title='My Self.....'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-2681214018563447820</id><published>2010-06-23T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:55:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TCIfuIfZv-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/VCgWU9rN2lU/s1600/secret+keeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485982173504323554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TCIfuIfZv-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/VCgWU9rN2lU/s320/secret+keeper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day I look into the mirror and told myself that I regretted something I had done. To think back, I looked up from what I was doing and said, "You should only regret those things in life that you don't do." That stopped me in my tracks. I pondered it for a minute while I stared at my chicky face, and finally said, "You know? You're right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little lesson has stuck with me ever since, and 5 years later I can remember almost everything about the what i said and make myself to stand positively in every situation: where I was, what I was doing, and the way this simple statement hit me. It was like a revelation, and something I've tried to live by. Every time I talk to older people, they speak of regretting not doing things. Very seldom does somebody say, "I regret doing this." But all too often they say, "I regret not doing that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more interesting thing is why people end up in a position where they look back and say, "I wish had..." The most common reason is fear: fear of taking a risk and failing, fear of being seen as odd, even fear of success, oddly enough, because we don't know what we'd do if our plans succeed. Those and most other common fears can be summed up in one, fear of expanding one's comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People build comfort zones out of necessity. We are, after all, creatures of habit. We create routines, schedules, quirky ways of doing things, frames of reference through which we filter information, and little rituals that help us operate on a day to day basis. Without those things our comfort zones, we would be overwhelmed by everyday activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even within our comfort zones, there are things that are distinctly uncomfortable, and that we avoid if at all possible. The more we avoid those uncomfortable things, the more uncomfortable they become. Something that you may have found mildly offensive early in your life can become very frightening later in life if you spend years avoiding it. Your comfort zone shrinks, and continues to shrink as you avoid more things. The shrunken comfort zone is why so many people remain where they are, even when given the opportunity to move on to something better. Their fear of the unknown overrides their desire for a better situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very comfortable trying anything new physically, and I love learning new things. I'm game to try my hand at anything to deal with emotion desire and technical expression. I'm not especially good, but I can muddle through and learn a bit in the process. Give me a physical or mental challenge and I'm quite happy to attack it. I can say I was raise up to become more and more competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have my blind spots, too. I have a distaste for paperwork and bureaucratic routine that borders on the pathological. I'm perfectly willing to pay money a lot of money to have somebody else deal with those things. And my fear of emotional conflict quite likely is pathological. I have avoided conflict for decades. Today, even the thought of emotional conflict stirs up the "fight or flight" response in me like you wouldn't believe. The lengths to which I'll go in order to avoid conflict are astounding. When it comes to conflict, my comfort zone is very, very small. I've been working on that since I noticed a few years ago just how bad it had become, but I have a long, long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is that I've known all of this about comfort zones for at least half my life. I've even noticed and commented to friends over the past few years that I've found it hard to face certain challenges. Things that I would have had no problem with even few years ago. And yet I've let my comfort zones shrink to the point that I spent few months avoiding some opportunities that were pounding on my door. I don't know why, exactly. Fear of failure? I had nothing to lose. Fear of success? Perhaps. Fear of the unknown of giving up my unclearly dissatisfying life and risking everything for the chance to be happy beyond all expectation? As much as I hate to admit it, that just might be the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the cause, I'm going to regret not making the most of the opportunities that I've had in the last six months. But I won't stay on the regret or on the lost opportunities. For all the things I've done wrong recently, I've managed somehow to come out feeling better about myself and my better future than I would have thought possible. I will undoubtedly look back and wish for what might have been, but my focus is now forward, on what I can make happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my secrets, dreams and virtue remain lock inside me,myself and I....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-2681214018563447820?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/2681214018563447820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/06/secret-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2681214018563447820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2681214018563447820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/06/secret-keeper.html' title='The secret keeper'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TCIfuIfZv-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/VCgWU9rN2lU/s72-c/secret+keeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-997683365432301418</id><published>2010-06-16T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:23:16.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Abah's Day</title><content type='html'>When I was a child and you were just the guy who periodically spent time with my mom, I always remember the time we spent our Raya Festive at mamas home town where we playing and watching the fireworks together, and hanging out. That was such a fun day that I have thought about it every year. Time past by really fast the next thing I knew were you always fallen sick yet still eager to work and always stay with your cheerful faces at all time. Telling jokes and teasing me and others while waiting for mama in the car...Mama always make us wait in the car while she keep on talking as if she cant stop chit chatting with our relatives even when we were about to leaves their crib. How typical a woman can be but my Dad always stayed calm and cool with it. He even created some jokes that makes us feel proud having her as our mom! He don’t want us find waiting is something sickening in fact he twist it to another angle whereby he told us a good fairy tales stories that have values in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when, Abg ayul, faizal, adik and I watched Bujang Lapok with Abah, and Abah actually remembered every single sentences of the movie scripts and Abah did sang along while the movie played. And there we were so called angry with Abah cos what we want to hear was the actors not our talented father. That was so funny and we all made fun of Abah, but Abah were a sport and didn't get mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always took for granted that Abah would be there, you and Mom to see me growing up turn to be a fine lady that Abah surely proud of.&lt;br /&gt;And now that Abah are gone from us things will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Abah ever knew how much you would be missed.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Abah ever realized how much you meant to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;You were such a great guy and I will always remember you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always tell people that even though you never got a joke, you made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I will always tell people that even through all the hard times we went through you were always there and never abandoned us.&lt;br /&gt;And I will always tell people you were my GREAT Dad, and that a child couldn't ask for a better one.&lt;br /&gt;I love yo, Abah and I always will, I will never forget you and the way you touched my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I will take you with me where ever I go.&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, I'm so glad that I had your funny and bubbly character in myself that everyone tend to be easily connected to me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father’s Day, my dear ABAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and respect,&lt;br /&gt;Your Puteri Bongsu, Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* how i wish to celebrate this father's day with you..... T_T God knows what it feels to be left with  so much lack of a father's love....Gosh! stop crying....T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-997683365432301418?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/997683365432301418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-abahs-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/997683365432301418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/997683365432301418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-abahs-day.html' title='Happy Abah&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-431490277390028359</id><published>2010-06-06T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:53:26.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of truth of 2 lovey dovey couple..Faizal&amp;Ailanee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAu-SAsRFHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/EY2bDW40T_c/s1600/IMG_6036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479682588258931826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAu-SAsRFHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/EY2bDW40T_c/s320/IMG_6036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAu-Sr8q4pI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lRQAoZFales/s1600/IMG_6247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479682599870456466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAu-Sr8q4pI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lRQAoZFales/s320/IMG_6247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a brother's place in a family? To a younger brother or sister, he may be a guide to help traverse the complicated path of growing up. To an older brother, a little brother may be seen as a tag along and pain in the neck. As much as siblings squabble when they are young, this is not a sign that they do not love each other. Most siblings would lay down their life for each other. As children grow up they usually find it easier to get along and relate to each other in rewarding ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my brother's wedding day. This very day i will remember through out my life. He's the 1st brother and a 1st son to get married. I'm so glad that he proved himself as a wise and responsible man to me and the family. He might be small in size but knowing him personally he's much more bigger and wiser. I always look up on him and envy him in every bit of my life. Now, he been pronounce as a husband to his beloveed wife, Nur Ailanee who been sharing their lives together since their Uni days. They both are some sort like a Uni sweetheart...falling in love and went through their hard and fun study life. And at last, God brings Ailanee together into our happy family. Of course i am glad and happy but deep inside me i'm kind of sad in letting go my brother to someone else. Even my mom cried during his wedding. I heard she mentioned to my brother to take care of him and his family for the days to come. He is now a leader and my mom believes that he has the gut to managed his own family. After all, he's matured enuff to carry out such a HUGE responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAvCVJvdMpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Bjfwk-tTsMg/s1600/IMG_6037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479687040274346642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAvCVJvdMpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Bjfwk-tTsMg/s320/IMG_6037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAu-TKRSemI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XxBbfauaNRc/s1600/IMG_6035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479682608010000994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAu-TKRSemI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XxBbfauaNRc/s320/IMG_6035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The receptions at both, Ailanee and our home went pretty well. All relatives who came all the way from Johor, Singapore and Terengganu are so supportive to make this occasions such a wonderfull ones. I'm feeling so gratefull to see all the faces that rarely i met. Somehow in my happiness, I'm feeling lil bit ackward when i see his wife downstairs wearing her panjamas. Well, she usually hang out at my place back when she was my brother's gf...but now she actually his WIFE. oh! how time pass really fast...my brother always lying down at living room watching tv alone and there comes me who always start to chit chat about work stuffs..telling him my funny stories and sharing thought about some issues but now most probably there wouldn't be time for me to interupt him and his wife i guess... People meet someone and starting their life together so they tend to concentrate with their responsibility and spend most of their time doing things with their partner. There's only lil time left for unimportant stuffs such as chit chatting and sharing some funny stories...;( oh well...thats now aboout it....the main thing is I'm so GLAD THAT HE HAD FOUND SOMEONE THAT REALLY MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that brother, wishing u nothing but the best through out ya marriage life together. CONGRATS!!!!!! Love u, both;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-431490277390028359?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/431490277390028359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/06/moment-of-truth-of-2-lovey-dovey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/431490277390028359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/431490277390028359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/06/moment-of-truth-of-2-lovey-dovey.html' title='Moment of truth of 2 lovey dovey couple..Faizal&amp;Ailanee'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAu-SAsRFHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/EY2bDW40T_c/s72-c/IMG_6036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-4950276696871608972</id><published>2010-06-01T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:15:04.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Linda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAUEHQ5Y6rI/AAAAAAAAAiw/1HmZ5bvQILc/s1600/lin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477789044607347378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAUEHQ5Y6rI/AAAAAAAAAiw/1HmZ5bvQILc/s320/lin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that its half a year already. What did i do through the passed 6 months? Did i achieve my half year goal?things that i want?How bout my personal life...is there any changes?Seriously i dont even knowhow to answer it. To think back, i guess i had made myself to a stage where i think i should be proud of. In terms of career, it been so good so far...as usual i appreciate every moment of my life with blessed from family and friends. I can see the graph of my career growth is always on the move to the positive side. Alhamdulillah..maybe there are slightly ups and downs along the way..but thats a normal thing. The time we drop is what we call challenge and if we get through it and get back on the track thats what we call success. I'm looking forward for better opportunity for myself..which consider seeking for more side job opportunity. As for now, i'm happily working in a well known organization(Media)..and as for my part time..i did lots of things...trust me..i'm the one who always with plans and VEry verY hyper active. I do photography stuffs, fashion style and even dance coaching! Fuh! how could i possibly divide my time? wel..i just manage and make myself occupied at ALL TIME! Me = WORK,WORK,WORK! sounds stressfull..but i enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that conclude y i'm STILL SINGLE! opppsss......Yes i am...even though how bz am i..i know how to cater my time for my love ones, myself and family. I'm good at it...its just that sometimes i find it its a lil bit too hard for me to please every single people. To make it simple, i make a vow to myself that I'm gonna take the next relationship seriously(if happen i meet someone). Not to say that my previous relationship i take it for granted...i think is bout time to think in a depth way......all my friends around me is getting marry..one by one i can say is either happily in relationship or well married! What am i doing here.....just turn officially single and now started to go back where is start...search for a new people....starts to know them..yada..yada...gosh! couldn't face it anymore,thou...probably i'll go for friends..thats my last resort! (couldn't believes it that i sounded so desperate!) hahaha....Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAdWCjHtByI/AAAAAAAAAi4/crsR2hMEiBo/s1600/HotMissSexY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478442073506776866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAdWCjHtByI/AAAAAAAAAi4/crsR2hMEiBo/s320/HotMissSexY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-4950276696871608972?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/4950276696871608972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-linda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4950276696871608972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4950276696871608972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-linda.html' title='This is Linda'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/TAUEHQ5Y6rI/AAAAAAAAAiw/1HmZ5bvQILc/s72-c/lin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-6119919208493131952</id><published>2010-05-22T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:59:48.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outdoor bersama teman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S_fdtQikvdI/AAAAAAAAAio/9V8s2AmPUus/s1600/akudia%26kami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474087641695960530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S_fdtQikvdI/AAAAAAAAAio/9V8s2AmPUus/s320/akudia%26kami.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week dalam kesibukkan aku ni aku make my time to actually went out for ourdoor portraiture with my close friends. Teman aku sorank ni yang bernama Atiqah,who will get marry soon with Arip who happen to my close friend as well. Both of them actually teman yg aku kenal time study at MMU. Until now we close gile...like really2 close. stok yg menganjeng,pranked each other x der hal la...! Tiqah is the closest friend who 1st pronounced to get marry among all of us. yahooo....glad and soo bloody excited for her big day!!! nway, she requested me to take some of her pre-wedding pictures...with an open arms i'm so glad to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always with my own crazy and unique idea to came out with a classic gift for her wedding day. Instead buying her stuffs, i planned to just take one of her best shot with her future hubby and print it on CANVAS as big as MY WALL PICTURE in my room. probably u wont know bout that...its something like leonardo da vinci's painting on canvas. eceh! nak gempaq je kan...well.. Thats will be my major surprise for both of them...(hopefully menjadi la kan)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well....how could i ever thank God to make me meet such a good and wonderful friends as them....they pratically know me inside and out and we shared all the joy and tears together...now that one of us decided to go to another stage of life, we are so happy and will pray for both of them in smoothly going through such a wonderful path of marriage life. OMG! it makes me wanna get marry really soon,thou....but yeah...to think that i've no one who really i'm into it..lupakan je la hasrat tu...huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love and heart, i made this piece of art work for us to remember in the days to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S_fdsy7aulI/AAAAAAAAAig/jkDOvIR4neM/s1600/KAMI_Gadis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474087633747098194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S_fdsy7aulI/AAAAAAAAAig/jkDOvIR4neM/s320/KAMI_Gadis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saat itu....saat indah untuk aku,dia dan kami....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-6119919208493131952?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/6119919208493131952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/05/outdoor-bersama-teman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6119919208493131952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6119919208493131952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/05/outdoor-bersama-teman.html' title='outdoor bersama teman'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S_fdtQikvdI/AAAAAAAAAio/9V8s2AmPUus/s72-c/akudia%26kami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1913921512480842187</id><published>2010-05-21T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:42:57.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam the Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S_Zho6kmvVI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9zDB92ZQoLE/s1600/IMG00099-20100519-1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473669752660868434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S_Zho6kmvVI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9zDB92ZQoLE/s320/IMG00099-20100519-1948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last wednesday, i'd planned to watched this theater called Adam The Musical at actor's Studio. Its been awhile i did go and watch theater ever since i started working...oh maybe 2 3 times i think...I've been invited by Fairuz Tauhid a friend of mine who happen to be one of the cast. Happen to know Fairuz back then when we had joined Puteri Gunung Ledang The Musical. It was quite an experience to me...The feeling to be back on the center stage to get involves in performaing arts once again is still and always there somewhere in me. well...i believes time change all of us aite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to see this Adam musical theater cos it has such an intresting storylines. The stories indirectly show the past, present and the future of Sylvia (main character) if she chooses to still marry the sleeping Adam cos he's not well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia spirals down an emotional roller coaster, as her inability to believe how lucky she been to find Adam now is confirmed. She moves through friends, family and strangers; their stories of life, death, and surviving provide comfort, horror and love. As for Adam, he is about the dangerous time we live in, of suspicion and fear of people and things we dont know. Its about compassion and strength and how these qualities can turn the bleakest days into one with light even if it is just a faint one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is about finding true love, and knowing that we can be very lucky after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very great production team directed by Joe Hasham OAM, produced by Faridah Merican, written by Mark Beau De Silva and the wonderful casts. All the characters are so good from their own unique expression up to delivering the whole message of the play. Who ever watch this play i can say they are lying if they said that they didn't even cry atleast once through out the play. Its so touched and emorional yet there are slightly lil jokes here and there which will encounter back on the whole play for it not to be too heavily emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message is clearly delivered and i found it somehow had touch a lil bit on my life journey as well. It is a good play...and its still on till June 20th!! hurry! or u'll missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S_ZjJCqhONI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a6Y1eC-Lz1w/s1600/IMG00121-20100519-2233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473671404100597970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S_ZjJCqhONI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a6Y1eC-Lz1w/s320/IMG00121-20100519-2233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh ya...the best part of all..my dearie Shaz is the one accompanied me to this play even though she wasn't feeling well that time. She was on MC actually..but i persuade her to follow me...and she's enjoyed it so MUCH! she baught the play's CD and programme book. I told he that i used to did my pratical in actor's studio as assist graphic designer and i was so eager to meet Farida Merican, my ex-employer! Guess what?? she did remembered me...it was in 2006 i did my practical there...another interesting experience to me,thou=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1913921512480842187?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1913921512480842187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/05/adam-musical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1913921512480842187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1913921512480842187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/05/adam-musical.html' title='Adam the Musical'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S_Zho6kmvVI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9zDB92ZQoLE/s72-c/IMG00099-20100519-1948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-4500730226398094125</id><published>2010-05-11T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:54:54.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murni Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't know about this Restaurant called MURNI? well..whenever we mention Murni what comes in mind is ss2, PJ. Actually, they have a new place..well set up to cater for their customer who loves the food so very much. Today after work i rang Ata, just to invite him to accompany me to go to the bank at Kelana Jaya. As usual he'll come and fetch me together with faisal. So, faisal dropped me off at the bank and before i got down from car i asked them to start think one place for us to have dinner. They both came out with MURNI BARU which known as MURNI DISCOVERY.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaaaaaaaaa.............we finally find this DISCOVERY MURNI! Actually, Si faisal ni la google bout this restaurant. Then got the address from one of the blog and he started to used his GPS using his Iphone. Not that hard pon to find this place..its somewhere Aman Suria, Petaling Jaya!..still we choose to used GPS else for sure we gonna end in up in some Kedai Kopi Cina. well..its located in chinese area. I'm not pretty sure whats the address is but i know its somewhere PJU near Aman Sunway( if i'm not mistaken la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-l9L0K3kLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kOdTp_Wpkzs/s1600/IMG00055-20100511-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470040864354439346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-l9L0K3kLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kOdTp_Wpkzs/s320/IMG00055-20100511-2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-l9MUKawII/AAAAAAAAAho/8Kq63qfJU-g/s1600/IMG00052-20100511-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470040872942485634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-l9MUKawII/AAAAAAAAAho/8Kq63qfJU-g/s320/IMG00052-20100511-2006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The place at last properly been set up. Kinda chill place to hang out..And we 3 enjoy our dinner 2hether while watching Thomas Cup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-rWtMNhkcI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qGYZpid3-UU/s1600/IMG00063-20100511-2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470420769255297474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-rWtMNhkcI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qGYZpid3-UU/s320/IMG00063-20100511-2014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-rWsvNuXtI/AAAAAAAAAiA/LqlEO6ZBX2s/s1600/IMG00062-20100511-2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470420761471508178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-rWsvNuXtI/AAAAAAAAAiA/LqlEO6ZBX2s/s320/IMG00062-20100511-2013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burger Special, Chicken Cabonara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-rWsaofmOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Dhi0o7gfFI8/s1600/IMG00061-20100511-2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470420755946641634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-rWsaofmOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Dhi0o7gfFI8/s320/IMG00061-20100511-2012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-rWr9IsU6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/hwg2iHxd010/s1600/IMG00060-20100511-2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470420748028629922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-rWr9IsU6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/hwg2iHxd010/s320/IMG00060-20100511-2012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mee Maryland and Lily ice blended...Superb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing I am certain is that Murni is a great crowd puller and the owner is definitely making tons of dough! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MURNI DISCOVERY&lt;br /&gt;Jalan PJU 1/3B&lt;br /&gt;Sunway Mas Commercial Centre&lt;br /&gt;Petaling Jaya, Selangor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-4500730226398094125?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/4500730226398094125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/05/murni-discovery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4500730226398094125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4500730226398094125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/05/murni-discovery.html' title='Murni Discovery'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S-l9L0K3kLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kOdTp_Wpkzs/s72-c/IMG00055-20100511-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-730955697471434589</id><published>2010-04-25T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:27:42.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret of Positive Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S9Qlxau0GLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FIotXSNXxiA/s1600/imaginary_friends__by_Camiloo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464033778826746034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S9Qlxau0GLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FIotXSNXxiA/s320/imaginary_friends__by_Camiloo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyday is the new begining of Me..&lt;br /&gt;I am starting over today&lt;br /&gt;All good things are coming to me&lt;br /&gt;I am GREATFUL to be ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;I see beauty all around me&lt;br /&gt;I live with passion and purpose&lt;br /&gt;I take time to laugh and I play every day&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AWAKE,ENERGIZED&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Focus on all the good things in life&lt;br /&gt;And give thanks for each and every of them&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace and one with &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;EVERYTHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ABUNDANCE&lt;/span&gt; in every moment&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MAGNIFICIENT&lt;/span&gt; in human form&lt;br /&gt;I am the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PERFECTION&lt;/span&gt; of life&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I am &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GREATFUL&lt;/span&gt; to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME, MY SELF, and I!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&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/9165375717861628000-730955697471434589?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/730955697471434589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/secret-of-positive-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/730955697471434589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/730955697471434589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/secret-of-positive-me.html' title='The Secret of Positive Me...'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S9Qlxau0GLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FIotXSNXxiA/s72-c/imaginary_friends__by_Camiloo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1816259757341888060</id><published>2010-04-25T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:00:31.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutter Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S9P8QjKmXYI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eYJk7DDlCE4/s1600/resized_Shutter_Island_Poster_Displ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463988134178348418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S9P8QjKmXYI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eYJk7DDlCE4/s320/resized_Shutter_Island_Poster_Displ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; It's 1954, and up-and-coming U.S. marshal Teddy Daniels is assigned to investigate the disappearance of a patient from Boston's Shutter Island Ashecliffe Hospital. He's been pushing for an assignment on the island for personal reasons, but before long he wonders whether he hasn't been brought there as part of a twisted plot by hospital doctors whose radical treatments range from unethical to illegal to downright sinister. Teddy's shrewd investigating skills soon provide a promising lead, but the hospital refuses him access to records he suspects would break the case wide open. As a hurricane cuts off communication with the mainland, more dangerous criminals "escape" in the confusion, and the puzzling, improbable clues multiply, Teddy begins to doubt everything - his memory, his partner, even his own sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My review:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautifully shot, visually stunning and very tense psychological thriller. The visuals combined with the discouraging score create a very frightening and claustrophobic experience that keeps the film floating for it's lengthy 2 and half hour run-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very talky with lots of down-time and while the writing is certainly competent, it can drag at parts. Even this, however, is saved by the excellent performance by Leonardo DiCaprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film's failing is in its textbook cop-out "all in his head" ending. I thought it was so obvious that that was the case that when it did happen, I was shocked and for the remainder of the film I was waiting for the second twist. It may be clichéd and one of the interesting twists in films but it's used with more intelligence and depth than usual here. But still... it's hard to believe that such great talent couldn't produce something more original and intelligent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of things that really make the movie enjoyable if u watched with bunch of your CRAZY FRIENDS!!!! i did.........and we end up even more crazier.LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1816259757341888060?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1816259757341888060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/shutter-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1816259757341888060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1816259757341888060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/shutter-island.html' title='Shutter Island'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S9P8QjKmXYI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eYJk7DDlCE4/s72-c/resized_Shutter_Island_Poster_Displ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1052625943575036468</id><published>2010-04-14T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:50:56.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8XPewhbdZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/7VYb-YDyLx8/s1600/ItsComplicatedPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459998250584733074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8XPewhbdZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/7VYb-YDyLx8/s320/ItsComplicatedPoster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today right after work me, shaz and wani went for a movie. Well..the idea came out during my lunch with Shaz. I was watching this one movie preview while having lunch @ starbucks(doesn't make any sense having lunch @ starbucks but yeah..I am)..and i asked Shaz what movie was that..So she started to mumbling..all i can hear was there are so many movies play in cinema now and i missed almost everything. Then i went something like..LET US GO FOR MOVIE TODAY!huhu...so ya...we both end up fighting for which movie we should watch since its been awhile. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaz wanted to watch Night Date..but i was eager to watch It's complicated! Really wanted to watch this movie ever since i saw its preview 2 months back...And yeah! I WATCHED IT AT LAST....hahaha. Guess Shaz being so kind to actually follow and stick the movie i choose. haha. To think back what shaz been through i guess this movie its a perfect answer for her..in another words she will get her own very answers to her personal problem that she's facing right now..erk...about a year maybe....At least i'm being a nice friend to help her figure out..hmm more or less...hee. At the same time i'll figure out as well for my own;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so adore and admire Merryl Streep acting. She's so into her character...wonder what and how am i supposed to face if that very lil prob come to me. Oh no...divorce no a lil prob,thou..its MEGA HUGE prob! cos i cant even face break up..can't imagine if i'm facing a Divorce. aww!~ Lord...put me away from that particular disaster.Amin. hehe...oh yeah..btw...i'm not marry yet but what the hell i've been thinking...^_^ Seriously, after all i find that its kind of cool to have an affairs with your ex-husband..not to mention that i would do such thing but when things get lil rough in another end we tend to over look what we missed in the past. At that particulat time, if we hit at the right moment we may get the 2nd chance if not..BoOmM! we blow everything out! and thats will be the end of everything...;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great movie. Awesome Storyline. Good acting and BEST COMPANY(Shaz &amp;amp; Wani);) xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1052625943575036468?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1052625943575036468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-complicated.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1052625943575036468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1052625943575036468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-complicated.html' title='Its Complicated'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8XPewhbdZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/7VYb-YDyLx8/s72-c/ItsComplicatedPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-272535735837841442</id><published>2010-04-12T00:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:43:18.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Sunday</title><content type='html'>Had a wonderful chill out Sunday with my besties, Dura, Bear and Afiq! Been a while since i met them months ago...and today we actually meet up at last. Seriously, i missed the old times...these people was the one i always spend time with. From having fun doing crazy things, outing and can't believes time pass by really fast. The next thing we know we were chit chatting mainly bout our career. Its funny in some ways but yeah..we kind of happy to see each other move in a brighter life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dura who's the one really eager wanna meet them..well, she work far away @ Penang thou. There are lots of stories to catch up with them..as for me..i just met bear 2 weeks ago..thats was just an accidental meet up where by he happen to be in Pavilion and so do i. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Today meet up was at Starbucks,Great Eastern.Janji nak jumpe konon nyer kul 3 la..planned by Dura. Knowing Dura, she sometimes can be pretty punctual. So, i made myseld to be there at 3pm! guess what..i forgot that our meet up involves the 2 heroes who always famous with 'DELAY'! hahaha....they all came round 4...and the one who planned it came round 4.30pm!huh....guess that very part didn't change them all....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending time with them..i'm heading to LOOK OUT POINT AMPANG!! celebrate sikin's birthday. actually its a SURPRISE for her..since me and shara cant make it for SINGAPORE with her this week. We came out and planned something really special....and we did pretty awesome. She imppressed! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8H52Gm3ViI/AAAAAAAAAgw/nVmPlfIiMx8/s1600/IMG00651-20100411-2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458918931231626786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8H52Gm3ViI/AAAAAAAAAgw/nVmPlfIiMx8/s320/IMG00651-20100411-2134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8H51t7HyMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/1RgoJ9oJzZ4/s1600/IMG00649-20100411-1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458918924605704386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8H51t7HyMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/1RgoJ9oJzZ4/s320/IMG00649-20100411-1943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8H8AOpNYdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8QFW6mfduo4/s1600/IMG00644-20100411-1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458921304210891218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8H8AOpNYdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8QFW6mfduo4/s320/IMG00644-20100411-1931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8H63zVuzUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/a8iLEeQANtg/s1600/IMG00653-20100411-2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458920059930856770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8H63zVuzUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/a8iLEeQANtg/s320/IMG00653-20100411-2204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-272535735837841442?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/272535735837841442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/wonderful-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/272535735837841442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/272535735837841442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/wonderful-sunday.html' title='Wonderful Sunday'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8H52Gm3ViI/AAAAAAAAAgw/nVmPlfIiMx8/s72-c/IMG00651-20100411-2134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8922656329697117415</id><published>2010-04-11T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T03:03:46.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment with my very TRUE F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>Finally i had my own WEEKEND. I've been waiting for it for a long time....week after week i always have something to do. But today...i'm proud of myself. Thought of going to SPA, massage and pamper my self well....i end up just went to salon which took me 2 half hours to get my new hair do. Then mama called wanted me to accompany her to one of her friend Son's wedding. To think back, its been awhile i didn't have time with my mama so i did said YES...althought for a lil while, atleast i did what i supposed to;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8DLUcvXHyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zwQ31SnkqbI/s1600/IMG00638-20100410-2137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458586300545703714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8DLUcvXHyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zwQ31SnkqbI/s320/IMG00638-20100410-2137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Hairdo=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, deep inside me...i'm missing to hang round with my besties. Oh ya..i did starts my early Saturday buzzing Tiqie since i'm going for Doctor appointment at Shah Alam. Then, she invited me to come over to her house and have breakfast together with her...well..the best part was i actually helping her out in doing some stuffs for her wedding...i feel good in helping her.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home i MARATHON GLEE SERIES..yay! finally i settle ddown doing my fav thing when ever i'm at home- WATCHING SERIES ON MY BED!!!! its like a marathon...and its time for dinner. i went dinner with 1st with my ever fav guy and after that shoot to Subang Air port to fetch Dura. Half way to airport, DD called me and asked to chill out together at Cangkat. And all by besties gonna be there has well..........God what could i say more...I"M SO LOOK UP FOR THIS TO HAPPEN! missing ever moment of us..hangin round till late nite just chit chating and throw some funny jokes that we can laught together..So, there was me,Dura, Didi, Reena,faiz and one new girl that ai brought along, Nadia=) we spend our time at Werners..PERFECT PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the moment that i've been missing all this while...and i'm glad that my weekend had been cheerish with such a sweet lasting things i'll remember(since we all still young and not tend to get marry sometimes soon)hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8922656329697117415?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8922656329697117415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/moment-with-my-very-true-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8922656329697117415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8922656329697117415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/moment-with-my-very-true-friends.html' title='Moment with my very TRUE F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S8DLUcvXHyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zwQ31SnkqbI/s72-c/IMG00638-20100410-2137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-6649748117457544617</id><published>2010-04-07T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:28:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Weekend at Kenyir Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7ykgECZ8jI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xFkSiX0-iOk/s1600/IMG00586-20100403-1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7ykgECZ8jI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xFkSiX0-iOk/s320/IMG00586-20100403-1631.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457417719212798514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7ykfrqcH5I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/CIZwXdwtGrE/s1600/IMG00578-20100403-1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7ykfrqcH5I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/CIZwXdwtGrE/s320/IMG00578-20100403-1146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457417712669826962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7ykfDo5hMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/vCqnWNW3h_M/s1600/IMG00576-20100403-1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7ykfDo5hMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/vCqnWNW3h_M/s320/IMG00576-20100403-1144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457417701925946562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.4.01- Last weekend i really had such a mesmerized trip. As usual the whole adventures plan was Shara’s idea. This feller is the closest buddy i have whenever it comes to crazy stuffs. It was her company, Utusan Media trip...ermm..which i donno what’s the purpose to having such trip. bUt yeah...knowing me..i’m up for everything to full fill my time with a good activities. So, there i go joining Utusan media to Kenyir Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i get into this trip and stuck with Utusan Media people?? Well..the story goes something like this..Shara called me about a month ago saying in an excited mood of her..u know she and her HAWT FREAKING STORY whenever she called me. But this time not about those GUYS of hers. She was mentioning about having BREAKFAST with ‘PADUKA BAGINDA TENKU PUTERA of TERENGGANU’(without mentioning his name)....Sshara was really excited...and she choose me to company her. On my side, i felt honour and so pleased. (but still have a 2nd thought on this particular thing)..seriously i thought another prank of her. Somehow i felt it’s a sincere offer from her. Without thinking further more..i straight away say YES! I wanna follow u.....to think that i’ve no plan yet for that particular date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the day came. WE push off from KL round 11pm. Promised to meet her up @ 9pm at her house..but yeah something came about and i reached at her crib round 11pm.hehe..almost 11pm i think....hee. Usual thing to do..i met her mom,sis...the whole family instead. Huhu...so..bermula ladetik perjalanan we both to Kenyir, Dengan harapan tinggi sgt ni tuk breakfast with Tengku di Istana! Shara was thinking it might be Tengku Mizan..i’m like helloo...that Tengku Mizan is currently the AGONG for god sake..why must he entertain us and most of all having breakfast with media...hmmm...but i keep that tot of mine in me je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward....We end up sarapan kat Istana singgah in Terengganu je. Hahaha...hangan2 si shara ni nak bergambar sakan depan istana Sultan Terengganu x kesampaian.Yg plg best shara and zetty siap google ni Istana Terengganu..hahahha. Tak pe le...asal ader nama Istana ok le tu kan:p then nak jd kan cite...15 all of us ni kena stay on House boat on the Kenyir River!!! Sumpah 1st time buat benda2 ni smua..and its QUITE AN EXPERIENCE TO ME!!!! 3 days on house boat tinggal impact to myself...well..u can see the effect its on my skin tone,thou! I’m well cooked! SUNBURN weiiiii.........and secondly i got to experience ala2 deep fishing la.hihihi.....Shara and me always the one yg kechow and luar kawalan. People seems tired to handle us i guess....hhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-6649748117457544617?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/6649748117457544617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/peaceful-weekend-at-kenyir-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6649748117457544617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6649748117457544617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/04/peaceful-weekend-at-kenyir-lake.html' title='Peaceful Weekend at Kenyir Lake'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7ykgECZ8jI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xFkSiX0-iOk/s72-c/IMG00586-20100403-1631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-7815328757424327521</id><published>2010-03-29T22:38:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:52:32.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Style</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7C7qmM-rgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Q4qnVr_FI88/s1600/My+Style.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454065489229557250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7C7qmM-rgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Q4qnVr_FI88/s320/My+Style.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear My Shopaholic Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bout to create my own online shop. I had sell some of my good stuffs on ground and have such a favorable feedbacks. This are some of my new collections that i would love to share with you. Those collections are MUCH MORE BETTER if you actually ignore the model and concentrate on how pretty and cute the outfits.:) Have a good look on it. Interested??Yyou can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:Lindaroos_07@hotmail.com"&gt;Lindaroos_07@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or text me at 0127742737. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DAOo-yxCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/inROtt4qZno/s1600/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454070506497164322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DAOo-yxCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/inROtt4qZno/s320/DSC_0091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DBvE6J-SI/AAAAAAAAAc0/3QE3UAzXdKY/s1600/DSC_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454072163261348130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DBvE6J-SI/AAAAAAAAAc0/3QE3UAzXdKY/s320/DSC_0116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITE RAMBA TOP , Free Size - RM45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DDK9r78DI/AAAAAAAAAdU/O5bkUH3W-nE/s1600/DSC_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454073741870624818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DDK9r78DI/AAAAAAAAAdU/O5bkUH3W-nE/s320/DSC_0143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DDfjGMsEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/DZ_VjVB0LBk/s1600/DSC_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454074095510270018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DDfjGMsEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/DZ_VjVB0LBk/s320/DSC_0151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREY BLOUSE Size: S, M (Sold Out) - RM 62&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DFQIz250I/AAAAAAAAAds/uai6l-PCSPg/s1600/DSC_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454076029779240770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DFQIz250I/AAAAAAAAAds/uai6l-PCSPg/s320/DSC_0199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DFwjWlQUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nankKTwOGZY/s1600/DSC_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454076586660020546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DFwjWlQUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nankKTwOGZY/s320/DSC_0193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart Casual..LONG GREY VEST, Free Size - RM 40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT DEAL!!--&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GREY BLOUSE + LONG GREY VEST =&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DHSEGFMxI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hbv4GlfVPeI/s1600/DSC_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454078261896491794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DHSEGFMxI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hbv4GlfVPeI/s320/DSC_0208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DH2_PEq1I/AAAAAAAAAeE/aU0i3l5svYY/s1600/DSC_0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454078896247188306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7DH2_PEq1I/AAAAAAAAAeE/aU0i3l5svYY/s320/DSC_0220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUTE BLACK POLKA DRESS, Size: S-M - RM 55&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREYish ROCKSTAR JACKET(cotton-leather), S-M - RM 185&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GREAT DEAL!!---&gt; BOTH FOR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RM 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how to you think bout the above colllection? There are more to come. Mind that those collection are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IMPORTED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Always view my blog to update yourself with new items as my online shop, My Style website is still under construction. Sorry for inconvenience:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live Well,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Much,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laugh Often,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wear Cute Dresses! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muchas Gracias!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Shopping.&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&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/9165375717861628000-7815328757424327521?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/7815328757424327521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7815328757424327521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7815328757424327521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-style.html' title='My Style'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S7C7qmM-rgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Q4qnVr_FI88/s72-c/My+Style.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-6679425352329805528</id><published>2010-03-24T02:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:39:53.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is just another Ex of mine....</title><content type='html'>i know some people may got offended if knowing that i'm going out with my Ex. Well, let me put this way, guess its about time to catch up with each other stories. The one we had fallin in love seems so hard to just ignore him and put him as a stranger in our life. Its impossible. Perhap for me what i always do is being friends with him...Everybody kinda hard to go out with his/her Ex. But as for me once i've move on that means i'm confidently say he's gonna be my friend till the end of my life.In God wills i supposed...&lt;br /&gt;So, He pick me up from home and we went for a movie....it was such a short time with him but packed with full of stories. As usual i aint got nothing much to share with him as i'm kind of a reserve person when it comes about feeling and stuffs. Guess what, each other actually is seeing someone at the moment. He reveal his but i'm not....there's no point i'm telling him that i'm going out with a guy rite now... he sounds unbelievable! told him that since the break up i aint got any bf yet..i laughs like hell ok!and we laugh out 2gether!Gee.. Rather stay single,  no commitment at the moment cos i purposely choose to lives that way...&lt;br /&gt;Going out with him, just 2 of us i figure out that there's no more feelings left and a room for him in me. He is just another Ex of mine.............:) yet still glad that he treat me good;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-6679425352329805528?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/6679425352329805528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-is-just-another-ex-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6679425352329805528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6679425352329805528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-is-just-another-ex-of-mine.html' title='He is just another Ex of mine....'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-9040947456226094423</id><published>2010-03-22T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:02:30.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fabulous Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S6eOWU9YWEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/M6HxysqUMZE/s1600-h/IMG00557-20100320-1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451482388189698114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S6eOWU9YWEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/M6HxysqUMZE/s320/IMG00557-20100320-1747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S6eO3RvlcqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Q_8t5ykfzS4/s1600-h/IMG00556-20100320-1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451482954262213282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S6eO3RvlcqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Q_8t5ykfzS4/s320/IMG00556-20100320-1746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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&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&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&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event:&lt;/strong&gt; The Fabulous Race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;/strong&gt; Shah Alam, Selangor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day/Date:&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday, 20th March 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concept:&lt;/strong&gt; ala2 cam Amazing race la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Story&lt;/strong&gt;: It begins a week ago when i expressed my interest to join Amazing Race. I blast out loud on FB about the amazing race audition gonna happen a week ago. But so sad to said that i'm not able to go for the audition cos i'm flying of to china. What i did was before i actually went on the plane, i read THE SUN newspaper. There was an Ad about the amazing Race audition..i took a picture on that and straight away upload on FB and tag on my friends who i think capable to turn up for me...haha. To my surprised i got lots of good feedback...and its somehow make me laugh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day, people knows that i didn't turn up for that audition. After a week came this one malaun, Ibnu, who actually called me up asking me if i wanted to be part of his team in so called 'AMAZING RACE'! He kind of short of 2 people for his group and he did tot about how much i wanna try for amazing race.hehe....well thanks for that,thou. I've to find another partner to make it complete 4 in a group. So i picked Sikin since she is a friends of Ibnu as well...but at the very last minute sikin can't make it. Of course i've a back up plan...i"ve shara in the ppicture. But the nite before the race shara called off. I felt really not into the race either to think that i've no one capable of doing crazy things with me.....i tot of someone but when i think twice about it...its a BIG NO NO! so, i tried to asked my brother instead...:) hehe.... Guess what..to my surprise he kind of cool with it. To think back all this while i'm always scolding him, gaduh2 on some stupid things but when i called him for a favor...he's all good and easily say yes to me. Aww!~ (i felt bad...and now starts to appreciate him more) haha.....So, we went together.yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole things went pretty well...along the way we learn something out of it I donno how genius my brother is...but he impressed me in some way. I tot my lil bro kinda a bimbo type..but actually he's not..i am...hahaha...Everyone in the group has its own speciality i can say....i'm the who some sort be the GPS to get to our DESTINATION while my brother he had such a brilliant mind..always solve the clues...in fact almost all of it! damn son! ur to good to be true.......i felt i'm so bloody dumb..and seriously i couldn't take it! not in front of my brother,thou.haha (ego x nak kalah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun even thou the nite before i just slept for about 3 hours plus....it was a long nite with my psycho girl, Shaz...hehe. I really glad that my brother joined me and Ibnu and his girlfriends, Shin was the best group mate for this competition. We all are FUNNY and Playful sgt sgt! not serious at all sbb tu end up 4th place from 15 teams yg bertanding...haha. But its pretty good la kan;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&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/9165375717861628000-9040947456226094423?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/9040947456226094423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/03/fabulous-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/9040947456226094423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/9040947456226094423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/03/fabulous-race.html' title='The Fabulous Race'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S6eOWU9YWEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/M6HxysqUMZE/s72-c/IMG00557-20100320-1747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-6344821810033174346</id><published>2010-03-17T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:22:22.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China trip with mama</title><content type='html'>A week ago i went to Guangzhou, China. Its a planned that been quite sometimes in my mind..and Alhamdulillah i made it. I planned to go there with mama and my sis..its like girls bonding kind of things. But end up just me and mama. My sis refused to go cos she had another HUGE responsibility..i can tell cos she a wife and a mother and on top of that she really bz packing stuffs to move out to her new home.it should be a wonderful moment if she happen to went with us. But yeha..i'm cool with it;) So, i bought flight tickets for me and mama as her birthday gift=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guangzhou is a Business City that attracts all people who keen to resolves around business and stuffs. I even have my own plan of doing my own business. This lil feeling bout set up my own business been here somewhere in me and i guess this is the moment i should go for it. Unlish my secret capability that doesn't seems to be realized by others. Guess its run in the family,thou...my late dad was a succesful business man who actually work together with my mom.. And guess my bro who happen to inherrit the gift have their own business in Guangzhou. I'm pretty impressed  with his succes,thou..he been living in Guangzhou for about 10 years...started with nothing in people's world and now look at him..well established and can speak chinese fluently! He even deal with china people for me when me and mama went for shopping. Its hell of experience if we can't talk in chinese. Either they cheat on us or they dont wanna entertain us ! yet they still treat us nicely as tourist..i can say it such a great community. Nway...the weather is quite cold..round 10degrees...supposed to be spring time but yeah..nowdays world seems kinda weird at all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there for 4 days and 3 nites..yet it wasn't enuff time for me. Time running so freaking fast. But most of all..i really had a great time with Mama and my sis in law who happen to be originally from CHINA. pretty great lady and nice. She was the 1st sis in law who are really nice and easy to get along with me. guess we have same things in common. We went shoppin 2gether...and she taught me to speak chinese a lil bit....oh yes...she even brought me and mama to a BEST SPA in town. Mama falled it and we did the same treatment 2 days wei....haha...its all on my mom cos she really want me to teman her kan..yay!! free SPA MASSAGE!! And yes..even thou we went for vacation...but it always turn up to be a business trip when it comes to my mom....and yeah..she taught me in doing it..and VERY SUPPORTIVE! hahahaa......Glad to have such mom;) (padahal bape kali pancing soh keja ngan dia....but i refused ) i did some stuffs for my lil business...well mom said..starts with lil and it will develop slowly in time..InsyAllah....&lt;br /&gt;will update more about it ya.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-6344821810033174346?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/6344821810033174346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/03/china-trip-with-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6344821810033174346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6344821810033174346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/03/china-trip-with-mama.html' title='China trip with mama'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8010416963016025371</id><published>2010-03-08T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:52:34.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont really understand GUYS!!</title><content type='html'>HOw could i accept a guy into my life. All this while i guess i've been way toooo long stand on my two feet being so independent in such a cruel worldmout there yet i'm still survive. When ever i start to talk about guy always left me with confusion. Sometimes i ask myself whenever i look at other people..why they look kind of easy to fall in love where they seems happily 2gether while i'm always stuck with A BIG QUESTION MARK in my head that i dont even know what exactly the question is? Guys keep on hittin on me..and what i do is...layankan aje la. till i come to realized that if i keep on take things easy i'll remain the QUESTION MARK in my head FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard for a GUY to actually SHOW or EXPRESS his love to a GIRL. Seriously, i was and still expected something for that very someone..but till now i didn't get it. He show interest in me but the sign wasn't going so well which sometimes i tend to interperate the wrong way. Its easy just let it out..speak up and tell me that ur falling for me. Make things easy is better than we both stuck in such a complicated situation. I got enuff of DRAMAS in my life..and i dont need another stupid drama. Not to say that time is running out..its just that i appreciate the moment than i actually know it. Why guys cant even think of that...once the moment gone it will gone forever. Knowing myself, i dont have a room to felt regret and look back what i've been through for me the time is SO PRECIOUS to think that i look for productivity in life and always on the moves no matter what...(takut nyer statement cam ni...cam ke arah andartu je aku rasa) hehee..&lt;br /&gt;so, kan senang klo lelaki ini ckp je yg tul2 dia jatuh ati dah...ape hengat cerita drama ko akan tamat ke when u actually speak up..like duhhh..its actually u starting the other new brand chapter! so, why la so hard for you to say so... although ur a wise man i look up for..but if u don't actually deliver well...i can pretty much say ur such a BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya....sbb LELAKI la aku sikit lagi di cabul last week! what a sexual arrestment! SCARY ok! i'm panic and drove like hell sambil smoke half box dlm masa 2 jam!! (x pernah2 aku smoke ntah ape keno la ngan aku..cuak+x bley pk ape) nway.....serious...nak buang that particular moment awayyyyy.....awayyy from my life! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8010416963016025371?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8010416963016025371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-really-understand-guys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8010416963016025371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8010416963016025371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-really-understand-guys.html' title='I dont really understand GUYS!!'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-6688635879974026848</id><published>2010-02-18T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:35:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL ROCK FESTIVAL 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S31KvWmC_uI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zf0B4aBUUSM/s1600-h/KLRF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439586102312894178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S31KvWmC_uI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zf0B4aBUUSM/s320/KLRF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is my current focusing project. The KL ROCK FESTIVAL 2010. This BIG events gonna happen on 28-30th May 2010. Its gonna be a HUGE EVER MUSIC EVENT of the year..i guess. I can sense it! I happen to know the organizer through a friend of mine. He contacted me few weeks ago and did send me the whole concept proposal of this event. I run through the proposal i find it its such an interesting event. After all, i'm a person with a music and melodic soul. And this is soooOoo my called=) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As i went through and been briefed by Shamsul, Producer KLRF, he cracked his and his team out of them self to bring such a great line ups of ROCKSTARS from all over the world just to make the best entertainment ever to cater for our local ROCK FANS as well as the tourists who happen to enjoy our country with lots of unique and colorful celebrations. According to him, this is not gonna be a one off event but this is a 1st Rock Fest and there will be another round in following years to come. wheeeee....now slowly i can see the industry will become even more bigger. But what about the people in our own music industry? will they be the same in supporting it or they still closed minded bout the whole idea that these young talented team try to deliver?? would they? the answer is the result to the event it self..we wait and see....=) And rite now..i'm so eager to make my very own proposal to proposed to them what the BEST MEDIA PRIMA can offer them as their MEDIA PARTNER! The dateline to be shown the whole thing to them is ONE FREAKING WEEK FROM NOW! huhu....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kita mulakan dgn Bismillahirahmanirahim dulu ye.....................hehe. Amin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S31PGaMxJ4I/AAAAAAAAAbs/aL0QrWJ5Zw0/s1600-h/klrf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439590896464111490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S31PGaMxJ4I/AAAAAAAAAbs/aL0QrWJ5Zw0/s320/klrf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the lineups as for now..(found it on9 while i'm doing my lil research)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-6688635879974026848?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/6688635879974026848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/kl-rock-festival-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6688635879974026848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6688635879974026848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/kl-rock-festival-2010.html' title='KL ROCK FESTIVAL 2010'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S31KvWmC_uI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zf0B4aBUUSM/s72-c/KLRF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-7111526394093955801</id><published>2010-02-16T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:50:14.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day..another love for me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3qskbkU6yI/AAAAAAAAAbc/c_3BYBoyUB4/s1600-h/This_thing_tastes_good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438849241878686498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3qskbkU6yI/AAAAAAAAAbc/c_3BYBoyUB4/s320/This_thing_tastes_good.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have i ever been in love? i mean fallin in love so seriously with someone? Yes i did! Its Horrible i can say. It makes me so vulnerable. It opens my chest and open up my heart to welcome and it means for someone to get inside. On top of that it also open a huge opportunity to that very someone to mess me up. I build up all these defenses, build up a whole uit of armor, so that nothing can hurt me than the one stupid person just know how to push the right button over again and makes my heart melt bit by bit...So i gave him a piece of me..He did something dumb one fine day that sponteneously kissed me without me knowing how to re-acted...and left me all confused and the next thing i knew my life isn't my own life anymore. Loves take hostages. It gets inside me and the next following things i knew it eats me out and leaves me crying in the darkness. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's in a soul-hurt, a real gets inside me and rips me apart and i feel the pain...Therefore, please stop hurting me again..before i stop believing and stop loving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One told me that Love is like energy. It can never be created or destroyed. It is just always there. I happen to realize that fact and myself have to learn that as soon as i'm stopped loving and hoping for his love in the way that i actually open another room for someone else in my heart. Now all i've to do is find out where that love went. The next thing i'll know that the love will go to whoever the next person had captured my heart and will cherish my days with something more colorful than previous life i had. That next person could be one of my friend, or someone i might not even think that i will llike him more than a friend..its just a thing that i've to find out myself, accepting and be glad who ever that i'm seeing right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-7111526394093955801?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/7111526394093955801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-dayanother-love-for-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7111526394093955801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7111526394093955801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-dayanother-love-for-us.html' title='Another day..another love for me....'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3qskbkU6yI/AAAAAAAAAbc/c_3BYBoyUB4/s72-c/This_thing_tastes_good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-366770750330421539</id><published>2010-02-16T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:40:10.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My chinese New Year Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously i tot my CNY holidays gonna be bored...u know..my mom and brother went to singapore..my sis bz with her new house. My other brother..well what can i say..his getting marrried soon...so..its really hard to catch him @ home. So left me and my maid. But guess what...it wasn't boring at all.....In woke up early 2day..open up my lappy and Carmen Buzz me asked me to follow her to waterfalls! Then i remembered i had a planned with Meg to go fishing which supposed to happen the day b4...then i rang him to confirm whether its on or not...and to my surprise the plan is on!! i told carmen i she kind of excited to join me..I'm more than happy thou! But then i asked her to meet early...go out for lunch b4 meet Meg at his home. She agreed to meet me at my house,park her car and jumped into my car. We went for lunch 2gether to eat sushi @ One Utama! hoyehhh!..and of course klo dah jumpe minah ni...sure x lari dr gossip2 TERKINI!!!!huahuaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFDF80OII/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ia5l9ADJaS4/s1600-h/IMG00453-20100215-1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438524313209944194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFDF80OII/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ia5l9ADJaS4/s320/IMG00453-20100215-1904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFEwuiUjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/PVc0cy2Hnbs/s1600-h/IMG00456-20100215-1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438524341872644658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFEwuiUjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/PVc0cy2Hnbs/s320/IMG00456-20100215-1923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then..yesss we are ready to go FISHING!! wheeee.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFEZWolnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/u8QCL9FBjsE/s1600-h/IMG00452-20100215-1718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438524335598376562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFEZWolnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/u8QCL9FBjsE/s320/IMG00452-20100215-1718.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Punya la suke we both dpt gi memancing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Carmen, Meg and His friend(Tawakal)..yup just 4 of us gi memancing. Ntah mana ntah si Meg ni bwk we all masuk Kampung kat Sungai Buluh...tau tau..sampai kat a place called Tasik biru @ Kundang ! Its really a HUGE POND....but we end up going lil bit futher up to a small pond near to Kundang Golf Club! and obviusly i felt in love with the scenery...well..nak jatuh chenta ngan scenery pon hengat gak la..we have mission to accomplish! Lets fishing...and guess what 1st time ni nak try pasang umpan sendri..so i did asked tawakal for some 'cacing' which he baught on the way to fishing port..He gave me cacing ngan berani ni masok kan cacing tu kat umpan..blum masok lg aku dah jeritttttttttttttt....x smua plak pandang kan! yg lain stok usha panas...sbb maybe buat bising buat ikan yg br nak mkn umpan dorank tu trus x jd mkn..and dorank end up x dpt ikan...oppSs....sorry ye...cacing tu bergerak and really GELI siallllllll! trus aku soh tawakal tu masok kan tuk aku!hehe...wa x brani arr....brani pada mula nyer...bile dah pegang tu..aiyoooo...tuhan je la tau how i felt!haha...then mula la pemancingan aku!! huhu....ader 2 kali blg jorang and then..tadaaaaaaaaa...dpt anak IKAN TALAPHIA!! hehe....bkn trus nak lepas kan ikan tu dr upan..bley hold amik picture lagi tu. Ada lah dlm 4 posed yg berlainan..haha..and si Carmen pon sama gak! Its gonna be a PROVED to everybody that we girls pon bley memancing la weii....huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFD4VmRRI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Dw3RkgWaAjw/s1600-h/IMG00455-20100215-1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438524326735660306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFD4VmRRI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Dw3RkgWaAjw/s320/IMG00455-20100215-1915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NI le ikan aku dpt..but a bit takot nak kluar kan ikan from upan;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd time pon still dpt ikan talaphia....3rd time pon sama...but lain size la. Masok kali ke-4...Meg yg pancing! still dpt ikan yg sama..dia nyer x puas ati..siap tukar upan dr cacing ke some healthy upan for the fish..but it smells terrible...cam bau tahi kuda pon ader weii...blueekkss! cite dia cam ni..mamat ni yo yo le buat upan yg konon nak dpt ikan besor le....ok le..tunggu punya tunggu..mmg x der langsung le ikan melekat kat umpan dia.hahahaha..well good try meg..but pls pls...try harder k!hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFDoH-MsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/G0h0TNufY4k/s1600-h/IMG00454-20100215-1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438524322383540930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFDoH-MsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/G0h0TNufY4k/s320/IMG00454-20100215-1912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well...i can say that such a PRODUCTIVE holiday i had so far!! yay!! have lots of fun and i'm really glad=)&lt;/p&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/9165375717861628000-366770750330421539?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/366770750330421539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-chinese-new-year-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/366770750330421539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/366770750330421539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-chinese-new-year-holiday.html' title='My chinese New Year Holiday!'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3mFDF80OII/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ia5l9ADJaS4/s72-c/IMG00453-20100215-1904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-3995134211873301100</id><published>2010-02-15T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:33:15.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel log 1[b]: BALI- Paradise Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3l0CtojxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/Iv7hEkp0q-E/s1600-h/2_576747615l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505614984856930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3l0CtojxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/Iv7hEkp0q-E/s320/2_576747615l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3l0CwlX3fI/AAAAAAAAAak/-MexLx48l7A/s1600-h/2_592399702l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505615776800242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3l0CwlX3fI/AAAAAAAAAak/-MexLx48l7A/s320/2_592399702l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3l0CwlX3fI/AAAAAAAAAak/-MexLx48l7A/s1600-h/2_592399702l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Ni smua Fresh lg..semangat tul masing Berangan jd Mermaid katanyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3lzfXZ3EyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kLW0SUByOeQ/s1600-h/2_125861611l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505007722205986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3lzfXZ3EyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kLW0SUByOeQ/s320/2_125861611l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3lzf1ccWXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/i1SPTrdR3-U/s1600-h/2_621052359l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505015786101106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3lzf1ccWXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/i1SPTrdR3-U/s320/2_621052359l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 1st activity at Bali was went for WATER SPORT!There are lots of packages for Water Sports but we managed to get a good deal..after like an hour bargain the price that they offer us.Bley blah minah yg in charge tu agak kerek la....but seriously u messed we a wrong person la...and we all siap menganjing minah ni. Si Shara ngan sombunk nyer bargain price package yg dia offer kat we all..she went something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3lzgqJtVbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/YR5qo0iFQAM/s1600-h/2_294646549l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505029934601650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3lzgqJtVbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/YR5qo0iFQAM/s320/2_294646549l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3l0COEckyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ia2vrAX0Xps/s1600-h/2_231355423l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505606511891234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3l0COEckyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ia2vrAX0Xps/s320/2_231355423l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fitting Diving Suit:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shara: We nak 3 sports for 500k rupiah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dewi (nama minah incharge): mana bisa embak...klo di kira2..emank nya diving udah 700k rupiah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shara+ Me+Leen: Hoiii...Gile Apeee??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dewi: iya..benar sih!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shara: ahh..x der..x nak we all x nak la main...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dewi: ok..yg benar nyer..brapa yg embak mahu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kami Bertiga: 500k untuk 3 sport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dewi: nggak...aku pasti bunkrup! klo bos tau pasti di buang keja...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kami beriga: ngak lah....plss Dewi..pls...Dewii (merayu2)....then what we did..Dewiiii..engkau lah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                        idupku...aku cinta pd mu sampai mati...(haha...trus masok lagu dewa weii) LoL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there we went had a great deal..500k Rupiah dor 2 games with camera supplied during DIVING!we really happy to the max..al-maklum la smua 1st time ni nka gi dive..accept for leen and pian...sepanjang bargain2 tu teka la sape je yg DIAM??? harus la si PIAN kannnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played water sport at the clear water of Nusa Dua Beach. We also experienced the thrill of their most porpular marine activities which is the Fly Fish..(x der kat malaysia ok). Sad thing is we all dont have any pictures of we playing this awesome thng! ;( but well...its all good and still fresh in my mind,thou...if u guys ckp we all tipu its ok..we proud that we expereinced it! hahahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3l0DDHspPI/AAAAAAAAAas/0C3k51oHBYw/s1600-h/2_851874580l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505620752606450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3l0DDHspPI/AAAAAAAAAas/0C3k51oHBYw/s320/2_851874580l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3lzgJqalaI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/c4MU8o0ERL4/s1600-h/2_435953014l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505021213414818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3lzgJqalaI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/c4MU8o0ERL4/s320/2_435953014l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3lzgZI8ttI/AAAAAAAAAaE/nqTe7zEBOWQ/s1600-h/2_544234455l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505025368012498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3lzgZI8ttI/AAAAAAAAAaE/nqTe7zEBOWQ/s320/2_544234455l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This how we look after we played the water sports! a VERY SATISFIED MOMENT!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we had a photo sesion somewhere at Nusa Dua town..well..actually a place that we found it interesting on our way to kecak2 dance place. We asked Agus to stop just to captures some pictures on balinese monumen...nak npk kan la element bali konon. But we end up bergambar sakan...bkn we all..ngan pak supir kita pon turut serta..aku tgk si Agus ni..dlm hari cam ckp le..aikk...sape tourist skang ni kan....bley thn gak la bergaya-gaya kan! We ok je...asal org tu agak ting tong..we all layan kakn aje.hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we heading to Kecak2 and Fire dance(stage drama) which based on Ramayana. an acient Indian epic. It's does not use gamelan or any instrumental at all, many half-naked men form a circle singing out loud "cak,cak,cak..kecak' (oowhh...thats how the name of the dance came about..cehh)..in unision at open stage of Batubulan. It was a great and interesting performanced that portray their believes and their unique culture...kinda scary pon ader gak! nak2 rhe time when we all watch was raining cats and dogs...the surrounding a lil bit gloomy but the fire light up everything! Surround was really nice..and after performance me and leen sempat le took pictures with dance i learn few steps skit..Ada ati tu nak jd part of the. Dreammm On girl! hahaha&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/9165375717861628000-3995134211873301100?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/3995134211873301100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/travel-log-1b-bali-paradise-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3995134211873301100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3995134211873301100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/travel-log-1b-bali-paradise-vacation.html' title='Travel log 1[b]: BALI- Paradise Vacation'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3l0CtojxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/Iv7hEkp0q-E/s72-c/2_576747615l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-6068989169598414112</id><published>2010-02-13T01:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:53:07.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel log 1[a]: BALI- Paradise Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DENPASAR,BALI AIRPORT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3elirUHCbI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QlME2f07_kQ/s1600-h/aiport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437997090234370482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3elirUHCbI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QlME2f07_kQ/s320/aiport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7pm senget2 we arrived at Denpasar, Bali Airport! 4 of us was the last passenger went out from the plane. Take our on sweet time. Kluar je plane smua change into 'kelam kelibut' mood lead by our main character, Shara! perhh..macam nak roboh la airport Bali tu bila si shara ni jejak je kat bumi Bali.haha. Yang si Leen or better known as 'Ratu Camera', i can say every inch or few steps definetely she will posing and SNAP SNAP! and for me...of course join the club skali la. Pian i can say...he kind of like a Voice of Minority nyer character..what he did was layan kan je we 3 'kelam kelibut' ni and doesn't say much...the worst thing yg serious sampai skang aku x paham is..HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE expression at all. serious wa tak tau bile dia marah,sedey,gumbira or even stress.....pening gak la tgk dia. Tp x pe..thats his character..UNIQUE sgt kan kan..(im trying to be positive here).haha.... I'm more like an observer in every situation. Thats is so my character..and at the same time the one who always with her crazie ideas..bila dah combine ngan shara and leen..x cam caca marba plak kan. Lucky to have one charater like Pian just to natural kan keadaan. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3jru97rz0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/p44PS9TVp6o/s1600-h/2_196300788l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438355742181281602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3jru97rz0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/p44PS9TVp6o/s320/2_196300788l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our 1st posed @ Bali..Barongan Statue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we step down the escalator towards the arrival counter, we saw Barongan (Bali Icon statue). 3 of us, Me, Shara, and Leen ran towards the sculpture gave the camera to pian and we strike a posed! tadaaaaaa....ader la dlm 30 posing ntah ape2 we all snap, suddenly shara was saying...'wei gile, pak supir tunggu lama kat luar tu'! Ok...she was reffering to us....'wei gile'...i'm like helloooo...who's the one yg sibuk nak bergambar-gambar sakan ngan patong barong tu kan. 2 3 posed x pe gak..ni klo bley cam nak siap berkenalan lah ngan patung tu. haha. Nape x bwk je blk kan?? lol. Then we all gi le ke counter...but at the same time si Leen nak ke Kamar Kecil pulak..so i went to the wash room with Leen while shara and pian Q up. Everything went well and we finally out to the BALI PARADISE WORLD!!!! yehaaaaaaaaaa....woot woot* From far we can see our Pak Supir carry a card board written '&lt;strong&gt; WONDER PETS'...and that 'wonder pets' &lt;/strong&gt;referring to us.haha...Shara who's the one came out with that NAME to be shown on Pak supir card board!! seriously..wa tgk tu dr jauh dah glak sakan dah....what an welcome opening for all of us. Org slaloo dpt welcome drink but we been threat with our own freaking jokes! its pretty funny kot.........mangkuk la si shara ni! oh ya..our pak supir name is Pak Agus..tp di bilang gak usah ber'pak2'..di panggil nyer aja &lt;strong&gt;'AGUS'!&lt;/strong&gt; Time Agus dok introduce nyer diri..si shara ni bising la nak soh amik pic sambil Agus show the card board...she wanna capture the moment when Agus actually waited for us with the wonder pets sign..The funny part was when shara asked Agus to raised up the card board for us to take picture of it but all Agus did is..'kamu nunggu disini aja ya..mobil nya di ambil dulu'...then shara keep bugging him 'angkat la board td tu'..and Agus ngan muka Jujur dia tunggu ya tunggu ya( sambil angguk2)...dia pon kelam kelibut gak ke cam kita ni! Bagus le tu.....sekapal la kita nanti. then he went to take his &lt;strong&gt;SUZUKI MPV:) &lt;/strong&gt;itu le kenderaan we all kat sana...class tak? It was a good package...good vehicle condition together with a very friendly and resourceful driver. Thats what all we needed! BravOoo...VroOmmmm! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3jrvjPRPCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7Jxb45LhtMc/s1600-h/2_248290814l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438355752195537954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3jrvjPRPCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7Jxb45LhtMc/s320/2_248290814l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3jrvbr5X2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/jyA8H8W-vyE/s1600-h/2_321881713l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438355750168125282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3jrvbr5X2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/jyA8H8W-vyE/s320/2_321881713l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(Above) Me and leen about to enjoy our food! look delicious;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We all smua went to hotel to check in before we went out for our 1st dinner @ Bali. We had our dinner somewhere round Kuta..serious i forget the name of the restaurant but what we wanted to eat was Nasi Sunda. It something similar as Ayam Penyet but obviously the Nasi Sunda much more 'enak banget'!  Agus brought us to a fantastic place to dine. We dine at the gazebo round that lil restaurant and it is so cozy and chilling. I had Nasi Sunda(Daging) + Es Gumbira..same goes to others. While Agus ngah sibuk le cari Sim card indo for me and Leen...actually we both paksa dia cari cos we need to called our parents just to inform we safely arrived! And part of that sure le nak update org2 yg terdekat also ^_^ lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3jr9DImuyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/jt1P5bO1hyc/s1600-h/2_721800600l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438355984095820578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3jr9DImuyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/jt1P5bO1hyc/s320/2_721800600l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the place we had our dinner...been well entertained and we enjoyed it so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-6068989169598414112?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/6068989169598414112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/travel-log-1a-bali-paradise-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6068989169598414112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6068989169598414112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/travel-log-1a-bali-paradise-vacation.html' title='Travel log 1[a]: BALI- Paradise Vacation'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3elirUHCbI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QlME2f07_kQ/s72-c/aiport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-5066213467752901249</id><published>2010-02-09T21:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:22:41.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel log 1: BALI- Paradise Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3ejr17c4nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_7fLaLww5Iw/s1600-h/2_130090227l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437995048679301746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3ejr17c4nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_7fLaLww5Iw/s320/2_130090227l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3ejsAIqIiI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ncFYTyhlATk/s1600-h/2_500684392l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437995051419050530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3ejsAIqIiI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ncFYTyhlATk/s320/2_500684392l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where should i begin..hmm..After a long waits finally is the day i'm getting ready for my Bali Vacation with friends. Character dlm 1st travel log 2010 was Me, Shara, Leen, Pian, Batman, and Noya. Watak yg cancel last minute was Sikin (sian dia x dpt cuti dr boss dia..rugi tul tix).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3KDQ4q6sNI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FIRZEngg9h0/s1600-h/IMG00427-20100205-1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436552026303148242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3KDQ4q6sNI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FIRZEngg9h0/s320/IMG00427-20100205-1225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3KDRNb0GhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4ovO9oPE9qI/s1600-h/IMG00429-20100205-1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436552031876946450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3KDRNb0GhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4ovO9oPE9qI/s320/IMG00429-20100205-1511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shara &amp;amp; Me Leen &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, shara and pian made a deal nak jumpe kat KL Sentral then we go together by Air Asia Bus to LCCT. But i asked my mom to send me straight to LCCT. Shara was the one convience me that taking a bus is more convinience. So we agreed to take bus instead. We set a time to meet @ 12.00 senget2 la..biasa la kan janji melayu. So, on friday tu i'm not working. Pack my stuffs..2 piece is a MUST! and tadaaaaaaa...i'm so semangat ni nak ke BALI. Padahal i did went with my family b4. well..i can sense its gonna be totally different if going with F.R.I.E.N.D.S!huhu. So, there i was at KL Sentral nak jumpe shara since dia dah sampai dulu. Slaloo nyer minah ni le lembab..(sejak bile la plak character dia ni dah di upgrade). Nway...si pian x sampai lg. So shara estimate time for Pian to get at KL Sentral by 12.30..gave him a chance for 30mins. The times its up..and we left him ngan slambanyer ajer. Cos si mangkok pian ni x reti nak angkat fon si shara. Punyalah geram..ati dia dah terbakar2 katanyer..i can see the burning rite through her eyes. So, i did iyer kan ajer la nak tinggalkan si pian;) well..i dont wanna repeat the same mistake again....tertinggal flight. And its not gonna happen again with Shara.lol. ok..cite si Leen plak..she informed me that she'll meet us straight kat LCCT. And i'm absolutely ok with it..since i know her pretty well..she's kind of like a 'paris hilton'. haha. We wait for Pian to arrive and there we go check in and stuffs. And so the story of our journey begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3ejsdW5jzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oFvosBvmtA8/s1600-h/2_668446835l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437995059263409970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3ejsdW5jzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oFvosBvmtA8/s320/2_668446835l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3ekW3I1TeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FOA3SDUSVts/s1600-h/2_499734919l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437995787738238434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3ekW3I1TeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FOA3SDUSVts/s320/2_499734919l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the flightwe managed to sitted all 3 girls 2gether. Just pian sitted one row infront of us. And guess what he got the whole row for him self. I was really tired tot of sleeping through out the journey but end up talking and laughing..and for sure ader je nak menganjing and mengayam-ayamkan org.LoL. Knowing me and my fwens its a normal thing pon. And shara, a cilik girl that doesn't even know how to shut her mouth up, ader je benda nak di ckp and gossip about. Suddently this peramugari bg la arrival and depature card that we all have to fill in our details and stuffs. I'm kind of in my rajin mood nak tulis even thou we like miles away(think is like another 2 hours to go kot)...still...i wanted to complete it earlier. I was buzzing Shara non-stop for PEN..haha. Dia punya tension bg pen and so fill kan dia nyer borang skali..then Leen pon samatrus je letak form dia tu on my table! I'm like...ishhh....well..someone have to be mummy here if my fwens smua stok mengada and keanak-anakkan! fair enuff i guess..so..i tulis la smua details..1st for Shara. Till suddently i have this lil devil in me starts to do something crazie...So detail shara smua i filled in the same as in the pastport..the thing when it comes to 'occupation' dengan sengaja nyer aku tulis occupation tuk Shara was...&lt;strong&gt;'Mengira Bulu Kambing'&lt;/strong&gt;! then aku usha la dua ekor yg sibuk bergossip sebelah aku ni..si leen dah cam paham la plak aku ni..and she knows that i've planned something. So, Leen usha la kat form si shara tu.....and Leen laugh llike hell!!!!!!hahahahahaha...LoL8x . Sorry Shara, u just got 1 from me..and there will be more to come;)So..yang leen nyer plak..aku buat occupation for her is &lt;strong&gt;'Doktor haiwan'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then aku terasa nak ke toilet la plak...i think i've been to the washroom quite long that makes this 2 phychos have made a crazie prank to prank me up! well..nearly there girls...but not 100% i've been pranked!huahua...they both set a plan involve some guy in the plane. Good looking guy instead. Oh pls...prank me using cute looking guy aint no my style at all,thou. So, they both made uup stories saying that the guy came to shara while i'm in the toilet..but they all feel really bad cos laugh at that guy after hear his voice..mamat tu dikatakan &lt;strong&gt;SENGAU. &lt;/strong&gt;He hitted on shara saying something like this..'eh..awk ni thomel la' (buat ngan suara sengau)! obviously i laugh like hell....and what they wanted me to do was try to apologize on behalf of them..and it supposed to be done when we had landed in Bali. But their plan went wrong when i actully talk to that guy on the plane....hahahaha...when i talk to that guy and i asked him da same question twice just to hear his SENGAUNESS...but after a while i realiazed that he doesnt even sounded sengau at all..this must be part of their plan to kena kan i! hahahhahahaa....bengong la kwn2 aku ni....ni la buat aku syg sgt kat dorank ni..well..good try nway. But pls pls pls....try harder k=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continue........&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/9165375717861628000-5066213467752901249?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/5066213467752901249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/travel-log-1-bali-paradise-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5066213467752901249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5066213467752901249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/travel-log-1-bali-paradise-vacation.html' title='Travel log 1: BALI- Paradise Vacation'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S3ejr17c4nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_7fLaLww5Iw/s72-c/2_130090227l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8193352787709228450</id><published>2010-02-01T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:10:17.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream day =) whee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S2bEXsYaIfI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wn2ilRv7nCU/s1600-h/icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433245911798653426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S2bEXsYaIfI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wn2ilRv7nCU/s320/icecream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok..here i would like to share some interesting things. I donno bout u guys out there how interested r u in ICE CREAM! but i am..i always find that ice cream will always lighten up my day no matter how stress am i..the best choice is grab a ice cream. And my choice of ice would be eithe Baskin Robbins or lecka lecka. i just came back from eating ice cream at baskin robbin, bangsasr! It actually an accidental plan...on top of that..its 31st January! Oh yes!! 31 Robbin came out with its brilliant marketting strategy to make a promotion on their super yummyyyy ice creeam on every 31st of the month !! how cool is that for someone that really cant get enuff of ice cream...(its meant for me) haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baskin Robbin 31% off for ever 31st of the month!! hurry for ice cream lovers...be there or be square! They have handpacket PINT, QUART, and HALF GALLON! u can choose what ever Flovor and enjoy it till ur fulled! oh yes....dont forget to enjoy your sensational ice cream with your loved ones..it will makes it taste even more sweet and nicer!! serious...cos i did that! hahaha...c u round baskin every 31st of the month;)&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/9165375717861628000-8193352787709228450?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8193352787709228450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/ice-cream-day-whee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8193352787709228450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8193352787709228450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/02/ice-cream-day-whee.html' title='Ice Cream day =) whee'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S2bEXsYaIfI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wn2ilRv7nCU/s72-c/icecream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8476221461202780498</id><published>2010-01-23T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:35:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.E</title><content type='html'>How one supposed to tell someone that she actually have feelings towards him all this while. I've known this guy way back then....he doesn't seem to be my type of guy back then. And we met again 2 years ago. We went out for a Dinner Date just once later then we happen to become close friends...hmm..like really really close. He always bullied me and i always teased him. He was in his own happening world while i'm a lil naive and a bit innocent back then. Look at his lifestyle make me just wanna be his friend..and not more than that. But now..if i happen to bumb into him, there's lil spark in me. I'm not really sure what kind of spark but i think its a crush. He always trigger my nerves out of it. ^_^ I tend to be lil bit shy when i look at him and when i start to speak and trying to act normal...i starts to lost all my words and end up mumbling. hmmm....even if he buzz me on Messenger. This feeling is crazy la.....i know that he's my crush and i think there's a lil love spark in me for him. But i way to denial about it..its just hard for me since he's my F.R.I.E.N.D. He will defiinetely think i'm crazy or something....but for me he's sooooo my type of husband materials. maybe cos i know him way tooo long i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..let God decide what best for me. If God send him just to be my friend i'm fine with it...and if he meant to be as my future Husband, i'm more that happy. InsyAllah....hehehee ^_^ only person with a nice character package with a good family background r the only one who can buy my heart=) cos i aint no a typical materialistic girl..nah ah! no i"m not............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8476221461202780498?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8476221461202780498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/he.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8476221461202780498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8476221461202780498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/he.html' title='H.E'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1677817766751981021</id><published>2010-01-21T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:57:03.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! I'm seriously in an unwell state of mind!</title><content type='html'>what sould i begin with? I'm trapped in my own shadow that i don't even know who and what i wanna be actually??? Everything seems nice all this while...i enjoyed and blessed every minutes of my day working in a wonderful organisation. I really Love what i'm doing. The thing is i know its gonna be such a challenging year for me as our sales target is increasing almost 20% than last year..that mean..the PREASURE on me also will be MEGA HUGE! and its only half month of the year 2010~ i couldn't imagine how myself would turn up to at the end of the year. GOSH! Right now i'm trying to catch up what i had left behind and focus on the delevelment of the contents direction mainly for business purposes. There had been lots of changes in terms of my new placing in Media Prima, the direction of my work flows and most important ones is changing of communication! Up till now i can sense and see there slightly have a communication breakdown somewhere internally la..........but yeah....i just take things easily as usual. And now i feel like i wanna stand up and speak up!!!!! Because something happen 2day..if i dont speak up now it woould be a big freaking mess later on! Guess what i need to go through 120 slides in 1 nite to be confidently present to our client(agency) 2moro Morning at 9.30am!!! How am i supposed to that?? i will look fucking horrible and stupid 2moro...the fact that i just knew bout this whole thing 2 hours ago!arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...............!!!! that i come to realised back..is this kind of JOB that i really wanna be involve all this while?? to certain extend it does! i always wanted to be here..working in my own expertise field but not with this kind of communications surrounding! it making me SICK! and the worse thing is making me feel that i'm not goot at anything. Seriously i dont like this kind of shit. I belives i'm a kind of person with full intergrity..always stay positive in almost every situation and always wanted productivity in life each day. But a minor mistake in terms of communication can blow everything up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i donno who to blame and to be angry with. I dont wanna blame my self or even hate myself..i did that b4. Enuff of me scolding myself all this while just to pleased other people. I'm gonna hit that road 2moro..present as i know all the programs at my finger tips.And YES i will show that within a nite i manage to install what ever i can into my naturally high memory spead (my brain)!!!! fuh!!....lega skit dpt lepas kemarahan...........&gt;_&lt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1677817766751981021?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1677817766751981021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-im-seriously-in-unwell-state-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1677817766751981021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1677817766751981021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-im-seriously-in-unwell-state-of.html' title='OMG! I&apos;m seriously in an unwell state of mind!'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-4198853970765161941</id><published>2010-01-17T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:43:03.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love spark!</title><content type='html'>I dont even know where to begin. From the first time we talked to each other on the phone i knew you were special in some way. And the first time we met, words cannot even explain. I was so nervous, untill i saw you. I actually hide and pretend as cool as i can be. It seemed natural, like we've known each other for years. yeah..we actually did but its way back then where we happen to just smile at each other. Truth is, its been just under 8 weeks. I never knew i could feel this strongly about someone this soon, but you've proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard for me to tell you how i feel, because no one in my previous relationships has wanted that. Not that i know..And if they have, I've been afraid to tell them because i was too afraid of being hurt as much as i'm afraid of loosing. Please bare with me, I'm working on it. I will slowly be able to tell you how i feel or what i'm thinking. I read this quote today and it's made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The best way to love is to love like you've never been hurt".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very quote fits my situation 100%. I keep dwelling on the past and what everyone else has done to me. After reading that i realized i cannot be with you and be happy and continue to dwell on what other guys have done to me. I'm seeing you now..I'm with you. Not them. I need to concentrate on making you happy. And letting you make me happy. Up till this point you've been different. I know you care for me and want to be with me. I am sorry I've doubted that. There has not been a moment in the last 8 weeks where i have doubted any feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked into my life and totally turned it around. I was so depressed and torn up about what had happened to me in the last year or so. I was nearly ready to give up and stop believing. You gave me the hope that i needed to keep going on and strengthen my believes once again that there are still rooms in someone heart for me. I am so grateful for knowing and having you in my life as for now. I've been waiting on someone just like you walk into my life. Thanks for open up my lil tiny heart making a room to be loved and care once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing that i really and wanted to tell this very someone but have not been able to bring myself to do so.....that i'm starting to fall for him each day..hmm...will wait for the right moment i guess..^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-4198853970765161941?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/4198853970765161941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-spark.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4198853970765161941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/4198853970765161941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-spark.html' title='Love spark!'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-6205577265546096084</id><published>2010-01-17T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:50:54.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadar Aku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Semakin hari aku merasakan masa mendewasakan kita. Tak kiralah dari segi fizikal atau mental..still kita semua akan melalui satu ruang yg dipanggil PERUBAHAN(CHANGES) dlm sadar atau pon tidak. Cuma satu je yg aku kurang pasti, untuk melalui process perubahan ni apa kita harus take it easy or look deep into it. Bagi seorang yg boleh dikatakan detail kayak aku ni...i will look in every aspects. Terdetik aku seketika hari ini yang semua orang akan melalui process perpisahan. Orang yg suatu hari idup bahagia in one happy family cam ne pon akan berpisah jua. Kitakan smua pastikan akan mati suatu hari nanti. Makanya..tu adalah perpisahan yg maha besar kita akan tempuh. Yang buat aku heran is what happen to the world now days. Berpisah dlm erti kata lain 'BREAK UP' in relationship. Ya ampun...ni suatu perkara yg aku rasa smua org dlm dunia ni akan rasain. KENA RASA br tau pahit manis nyer falling in love ni...and somehow benda2 cam ni bley buat kite stronger lg to face such a cruel world out there. Its all about challenge..and of course how dare u as human to actually involves with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this weekend is such a sad weekend for my close friend..which somehow effects me more or less pretty sad gak la. She went through a hard time and at last she broke up with her BF. seriously..its a horrible things to happen in one life! I know how she felt right now....and i always lend an ears to my dearest friend when ever they wanna share their feelings or what not. The funny part was not just my girlfriend told me whats going on with her and her bf.. his ex bf also contacted me at the same time. I'm like a middle person who donno how,what and who to blamed and pampered! All i did was giving the same exact advised to both of them. I know both of them pretty much. We normally do stuffs 2gether even back when i've a bf. When i broke up..they both was the one cheer me up..give me faith to raised again. And i did. Now i guess its a pay back time...they really need me. So i here i'm trying my best as possible as i could to makes things easy for them. My dear Wani..i can feel such pain in you right now..u were all confused. but remember this..u did what u wanted all this while...and i believes that u'll become stronger each day to faced the real world back. Its just a matter of time to get back the happy and bubbly mood again in your life. And i'm as friend will always support from behind, give full happiness till you can freely walk by ya own again..just what u did to me the time when everything seems gloomy and dark. I still remembered, its a hard time for me back then to actually moved on after broke up..i faked myself that i'm strong but the fact that i always cried all alone in my bed room... when i look at you i can see the sadness in your eyes. its just that waiting for the tears to drop T_T you'll be just fine as much as your ex does. Dont worry too much. Me and others always there to be ya shoulders to cry own and even lend u an ears. Be strong and Be good. There much more colorful things awaits u..........And i cant wait to see the shinning smile on ya face once again....and a chicky playful face u always gave me when ever i teased u;) Here is my Last words..i'll pray nothing but the best for u and Tone as well..u guys are meant to be just for a lil while..but its all Gods will. If God says that he's the one for you so he is.....Love u both! alamak..wa x der la plak pic si wani ni ngan Tone...ada but kat dlm otak aku ni! hehe...so..below is my dearest Wani.......tgk la dia membuli aku time keja!hihihi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S1MGVvc9qvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tMPsI7BndVk/s1600-h/DSC03219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427688946496547570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S1MGVvc9qvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tMPsI7BndVk/s320/DSC03219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-6205577265546096084?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/6205577265546096084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/sadar-aku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6205577265546096084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/6205577265546096084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/sadar-aku.html' title='Sadar Aku...'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S1MGVvc9qvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tMPsI7BndVk/s72-c/DSC03219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-5237171072918578914</id><published>2010-01-12T23:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:11:35.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AJL Ke-24!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S1Hxv5618jI/AAAAAAAAAX0/69yPSiQUcTM/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427384831261930034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S1Hxv5618jI/AAAAAAAAAX0/69yPSiQUcTM/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well well..what can i say..the day finally came! Anugerah Juara Lagu(AJL) is one of the BIG HIGHTLIGHT not only in media prima but also to the whole MALAYSIAN! What is so big about AJL? of course this is not just a simple award winning or some lousy singing competition..its all about expressing the REAL TALENT among the TALENTED 'ANAK2 SENI NEGARA' ok! And yes..every year TV3 definetely gonna come one with its BIG IDEA to make a REMARK in oneself..either watching it LIVE ON-AIR or LIVE at the Place it self! I knew it this very year, its gonna be a real BOOmMm and fantastic cos the time it been presenting in the TV3/TV9 sales meeting way back then..from the concept up to the objectives of the whole thing made me really earger wanna go for it. And YES..i EXPERIENCE IT MYSELF!! the most important of all...i experienced it with my close friends, Wani, Shara, Ainul, and Izni!!! They all look Mega stunning that very nite. Happy smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a HUGE experienced into a real colorful rhythm &amp;amp; Melody of various musics, LIVE in front of my EYES. All this while i'm the one who always been on stage with artist as a back up dancer. Let me share something here...The feeling being on stage is such a big DIFFERENT than being the who who watch it. I really had a good time dancing to the catchy sexy beat plus with such a slide impresive moves. fuhh..totally enjoyed my self to the max as if the stage is my own playground. One said to me that the best place in the world in being on the center stage! And its true. We can be anybody we want, still all who watch it will be entertained and most of all we been appreciated in what we are doing. Isn't life feel so nice when people have a sense of appreciation..and thats the only thing in myself that i felt really blessed and alive being on center stage! hehe...yet this time around i'm safely seated to witness the most happening Music Event, AJL! Well..i got 4 VIP TIXS!! I asked ain if she wanna join me to AJL..all she replied was..'YESSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssssssssss'! ok that means a BIG YES! hahaha...then started to text my gf, shara to invite her so called 'seeing someone'!LoL..and yeah..Izni also i did invited..but she happen to get her own tixs! i'm cool with it;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My beautiful sayangness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S08GEb5kWKI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8LN4SyWFirE/s1600-h/22778_239705299997_579869997_3183091_4787136_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426562749283195042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S08GEb5kWKI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8LN4SyWFirE/s320/22778_239705299997_579869997_3183091_4787136_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S1Hxvi2FEdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/tV0kx3UUWkQ/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427384825067934162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S1Hxvi2FEdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/tV0kx3UUWkQ/s320/IMG_1399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Izni + Ainul + Linda (we all dok blakang abg Ajai!!) LoL......me and my happening friend,shara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cerita cam ne we all leh duduk blakang abg ajai actually panjang..and its totally DAMN FUNNY! well..i reserved it to my self and to those who happen to know the story la kan.hahahaha. Dah la sebaris ngan mamat gile sorank ni..Awal plus plak ngan si ainul kan...ada je benda pelik and funny dorank buat! but seriously i had SooOoOoOoooOo MUCH FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-5237171072918578914?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/5237171072918578914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/ajl-ke-24.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5237171072918578914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5237171072918578914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/ajl-ke-24.html' title='AJL Ke-24!'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S1Hxv5618jI/AAAAAAAAAX0/69yPSiQUcTM/s72-c/IMG_1397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8134512975944518804</id><published>2010-01-08T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:49:37.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready or..not?...</title><content type='html'>Cam ne ek if i tell that i'm in my very own confussion..hmmm..How can we know that someone is for us? damn! he showed the 'sign'...hope i didn't get it wrong la kan. Well actually..my parts of body respond to it but my heart and mind dont! better take it VERY VERY VERY VEWRYYYY slow.........after all.. there are lots of things i think i've to cacth up in this fasinating world. And let me stand on my vow..keep a good guys close to you, make good friend with a bad boys. And i believes i'm not that good innocent as much as i'm not that bad...i'm a decent girl i guess..haha. so, now and then i always pray that god send me someone who have this similarity as myself. Obviously..no matter what i can deal with that very someone... just need it to happen in da rite time. Hell no..i dont want same shitty prob in relationship coming to me again and again...its good enuff that i didn't even give up on LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..the fact that actually i just wanna blog about what happen through out my day 2day!! I can say that..2day was the finest day for me.:) and i'm etremely happy bout it. Even thou early morning there are lots of works to be seattle urgently..but i'm pretty good to managed it. Despite of all the works..i'm still on my FREAKING FB..busy fighting with shara and sikin comments on OUR new YEAR PENANG VACATION!! hahaha...then suddenly i got a called from SHARA! asked me to go out for lunch with her! Straight away a Yes Yes Yes to me! Short and sharp msg replied i got from shara..'at lobby another 10min'! hahaha...knowing me and shara's style..we both always came out with last minutes unplan PLAN! So, i went la..'wani jom gi lunch ngan shara..kita kluar awal'! hahhaha...and obviously si mangkuk wani tu pon ikut je la kan...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we goes..3 of us having our lunch at TTDI! Si Shara ni order le set ala2 chinise..x padan kecik..nafsu makan bkn main BESAU! I had one of her set which is the Jasmine Tea..ummMm...thats so my choice of Tea! Shara ni saje nak menganjing aku dia pon panggil la abg waiter ni refilled kan Jasmine tea...so aku pe lg..oone shot la jasmine tea ni. then kali kedua nak mintak refilled shara menganjing plak abg waiter..ada ke patut dia soh letak the whole refilled Jag tu kat meja we all..hahahhaa. (we didn't noticed that actually that abg waiter listen to shara jokes)...lol. but later he came with 3 'beer glass' filled with Jasmine Tea! hahhahahahahaha.......apa lg kluar kan BB took pichas la out of it..'Happy our at this hour (1.30pm)'!....and i was like..yammmm SehhHHhh!!!....(all the chinese look at us!) hahahhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mlm hari lagi besttttttttttttttttt!!! Ne yO yaw......best la.hehe. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8134512975944518804?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8134512975944518804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/ready-ornot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8134512975944518804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8134512975944518804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/ready-ornot.html' title='ready or..not?...'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8362816322851073009</id><published>2010-01-03T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:08:56.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summarize of my 2009!!</title><content type='html'>To look back on my resolutions for year 2009..i guess i achieved most of it. Well, i stated something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To excell on my career wise where i think i accomplished my vision to be in Media Prima top management group. Every now and then I always thank god for giving me changes and making myself stay stronger in facing the such a tough career. And of course i always pray to God that i will strike the best as i could to stay as productive as i could! Alhamdulillah...everything seems so great for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to had such a great loving boyfriend. And how i felt blessed to be with him even thou just lil while. And my resolution was to be in relationship with him as long as i could....and dream to be with him FOREVER! but its a sad thing for me when all i wish and dream died half way.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be more responsible to my beloved FAMILY and friends. Alhamdulillah...i did everything pretty good. And they all noticed the changing in me. Thats a good start for me to develop myself in becoming more responsible and committed person in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S0Ci3Le2AbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/bIF-GbVSP9k/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422513020212740530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S0Ci3Le2AbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/bIF-GbVSP9k/s320/image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This abstract painting resembles my life in 2009!! There are so many colors happen through out the year but still i had to faced some obstacles in making my way to went through that colorful doors. There are so many ups and downs that i had been through. I believes its a thing that everyone went through as well. The different is what kind of thing we all face in our life and this depends on our surrounding and environment that we are in. No matter how hard i've to face..at the end of it i'll will always turn to my family seeking for advises and help:) and i always thankful that i've such a wonderful family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8362816322851073009?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8362816322851073009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/summarize-of-my-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8362816322851073009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8362816322851073009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2010/01/summarize-of-my-2009.html' title='Summarize of my 2009!!'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/S0Ci3Le2AbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/bIF-GbVSP9k/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-7063496831924397386</id><published>2009-12-28T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:56:52.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing thoughts..</title><content type='html'>How do we actually knows that we fall in love?? Is there any sign? This is what i'm facing right now. hmmm....its been a while i didn't get this kind of feeling in me. Not that i know since my last break up. The dating game started 2 months back..think i'm reading to be on the market back! haha...well..it sounds kinda funny..guess what..thats what single girls do. But i play it really safe this time. I wouldn't want to date some kiddos/BOYS...now what i'm looking for is the REAL MAN..GENTLEMAN!! fuhhh....i think i'm ready to be committed once again. The QUESTION is..HOW DO I GET INVOLVE WITH LOVE AGAIN?? all this while..i can say that..love come and go in my freaking life. It wouldn't stay long like i always wish for. I think is time for me to take it really slow..really really slow. I believes after all i've been through there's no need to rush in relationship. Being in love its a journey that we should feel amazing and appreciate the moments being together. haa......FINALLY..i speak in such a lovely words...gosh! i think i fall in love.....(better not to think it so serious..cos the other person just being relax and steady bout whats goin on)LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..back to my Question agian....do love need a sign from both party? what kind of signs? I always the one not GOOD at reading sign when it comes about feelings.hehe.. i can be super BLUR actually. for me love always happen in the center of my realiazation. This i answer that very question if to think that i'm fallin for someone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i fall in love with another person, i tend to get happier than i always do and lighthearted. I'm excited about life, and have this burning desire in me to be with that very someone as often as possible..this include always want to talk on the phone with him in every seconds of my life.(i know it sounds so cliche). the fact that i wanna be close with him and laugh with him as well...if happen we are really click together and there are lots of stories to tell and things to argue about..knowing myself..it always have arguement between me and my partner where i found it really an interesting thing to happen in relationship. well atleast it will spice up our day.heee. And of course i did that in purpose just to make that someone happy..to make him whenever he thinks of me it will creat a smile even in his sleep.lol. Of course when he's happy thats the moment of BLESSED to me...its goona make my life even HAPPIER and blissful. As time goes on , if it is a true love( i always wish for it everytime)..i want to spend and share my life with that very someone as much as i can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do u think i'm fallin in love right now...?? I should ask myself then. This guy is somewhere in my heart that i just donno whether its real or not....confussion is part of fallin in love i guess.haha...will c whats gonna happen next. To be continue.....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-7063496831924397386?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/7063496831924397386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/sharing-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7063496831924397386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/7063496831924397386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/sharing-thoughts.html' title='Sharing thoughts..'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1641178998530697472</id><published>2009-12-27T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:55:27.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in  utter Bliss</title><content type='html'>yaw people!! I'm in completely Bless with all the people around me=) Firstly, aku mmg lah tersgt happy ok cos my mom just got back from Mekkah! she completed her Hj. Alhamdulillah....I god knows how muchhh i missed her since she left us all for about 1 month plus. To look back for the past 1 month, we, the 5 siblings, went through it really smoothly. Cos i believes we are really independent! and bviously my mom x der la risau sgt kat sana.. sbb dia tau anak2 dia smua cam WORKCAHOLICS. Bz sbb keja ok la tu kan..;) So, yesterday my mom safely landed. Me, my sis and hubby grak gi airport at 1 in da morning! oh ya.. Faizal and his si manis intan payong pon ikut gak...nama pon dorank dah nak kawin kan next year. 1st menantu pompuan mak aku sorank ni mmg la tersgt disayangi...sometimes aku rasa cam dia anak btul mak aku kot. What to do..my mom seems so nice to everyone...and she always open some rooms to her heart for the one needed. Sebenarnya...before fecth my mom kat airport i went out to see live bands. sampai kul 1am..pas tu trus grak gi airport. Kantoi plak ngan mak aku kul 1 pagi still ader make up kat muka kan....well mama, actually i make myself presentable just to welcome u back=) heeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a FUN day for mee!!!! wa grak gi ROTW 9 kat bukit jalil sbb nak tgk my lovely girlfwen perform..si Ainul Aishah!! Minah sorank ni la satu2 nyer kwn aku yg sememangnyer di lahirkan tuk berkwn ngan aku ..sbb seriously she's one crazy girl! cos of that i love heer. nak jd kan cite plak...Ain bwk ROCKSTAR berambut purple... si Iznie!! mula nyer kennal Iznie ni thro ain je...pernah la chat ngan dia kat YM..and happen that we comment on FB! so...my friendship with iznie started in FB the aiin bwk dia watched my performance that day! so...kenla la in real world minah ni! serious...we end up with a PERFECT 3!! serious bley thn gak la gile2 dia ni..sesuai sgt and obviously we speak the same language..senang la nak handle. So..here we are rocking @ ROTW 9!!! memang best...tersgt la best...kat sana wa jumpe gak Ex wa...sape lagi klo bkn DJ SHAC ADELLIC tu! since broke serious x pernah jumpe..about 6 7 months gak la..but we always update ourselves throu SMS/FB/email...smua bend la klo bley...he's like my close fwen but rasa cam pelik la plak if nak bgtau and update smua kan..sbb ntah la..he just there and there...thats it! and of course deep inside i always missed him..god knows how much i did...;( eceh! nak sedey plak...but after all....dgn cara x sengaja..jeng jeng jeng....terserempak la plak ngan dia kat VIP TENT!!! and i didn't even mention to him that i'll be going to ROTW!haha....seriously klo dpt captured muke dia time tu.........mmg bley menang picture terbaik la!!! he was so shocked ..(^$^%&amp;amp;^#@!##!! cam nampak antu la plak kan...i as wondering ape aku x pakai bj ke sampai dia buat muke cam tu? hahahhaa. rupe nyer dia x sangka i attended that event! like duhhhh.....told him cos ainul is performing kot...and there goes lil chat with him...seriously..kind of weird la the feelings i went thro..i missed all words yg nak ckp ngan dia....hmmmm... Rindu sgt ni! ^_^ he always be da same shac i used to know...Slimmmm je..hahaha=) and there he intto me once again ngan Nazri boss ERA! He knew me with shac last time..but i guess he also knew that its over between us=) and then...i lost him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! next tgk ain nyer performance!! perhh....dia punya excited naik Stage ok! tp cam tersipu2 malu..nyampah aku! haha. yg si iznie tetiba plak terasa nak mkn burger..so me and iznie gi la burger ramli dia to think that ain will perform another 15mins. ni smua kerna ally bg info salah!damn it! tengah2 tunggu burger...announce that ain will be performing..sebaik kedai burget tu x jauh mana arr.....aku rampas camera dr iznie ngan payong,neg ain and iznie smua la aku pegang lari ke depan stage....'coming thro' , coming thro, coming thro!!! hahhaha.....akhir nyer settle down rite infront! izni still tunggu burger dia....after few mins starts..iznie br muncul sebelah aku blk! hahhaa..klakar weii....but seriously sgt suke that moment! ain as really good on stage! i proud of her...she has a very nice voice that can melt everyone.......cuma sound system kat situ x der la bagus mana..ain nyer suara pon x dgr sgt..ain perform only 1 song butit was SUPERB!! satu je la x best...sbb UJAN!!! abis lari2 smua baju basah2....38% wet ok!tu pon sbb we all berjaya curi payong sape ntah..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all lari to INDIE STAGE! cos promised aliff that i'LL watch his band perform! dah la hengat sama time ngan ain..sebaik dorank nyer delayed skit! wheee.... i'm so IMPRESSED ok tgk CCH PERFORM! their CROWD nowdays getting bigger and bigger!! They stared a year ago and now they all making it BIG!! sonok nyerr tgk dorank..i envy the efforts and the fun they all put 2gether in making CCH a big thing now in Indie scenes....way to go boys!!!i used to be with aliff back in Uni those days....and i even took CCH photos b4 they all famous and go for music scenes. They all really looks good on that freaking STAGE!!! the crowd went really wild that make us 3 blah dr tengah2 bwh stage tu...ader x pasal we all girls kena blasah kang...hehehe. so..i met Aliff after show..have a lil chit chat updating bout each others and i told him that they really ROCKS MY WORLD!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa blah awal sbb................think i better save the stories for myself...not ready to tell here in my blog..cos its gonna be a big long thing to tell now....and i wanna peeeeeee rite now...gosh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1641178998530697472?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1641178998530697472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-utter-bliss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1641178998530697472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1641178998530697472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-utter-bliss.html' title='I&apos;m in  utter Bliss'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-5950881489152154930</id><published>2009-12-17T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:35:15.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling so ALIVE!!</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah...everythings over in a way that i wanted to. I just got back from CAREFREE QUEEN competition held in Crown Plaza Hotel,KL. Somehow i look back what i had been through is so colorful. Me myself feels with so much love surround me and i'm so blessed. I really am. Its all started when i actually wanted to send my own personal Video for a competition. I knew that the video gonna be a big hit! and i can say...IT IS!! For this i just wanna thanks to my groupies who had turn out tonite to celebrate the enjoying awards nite with me. We deserved the appreciation..the good feedback and of course the amazing impression own our art works!! and i'm so thankful that we are in one group..after all what we went through last time ..at last berbaloi gak!! hehehe...deeep inside my heart i know that this video will go somewhere...and BOOMMM!! there u go...we WON!!! damn girl....i felt really like superstar..with all flash lights on me..NON STOP! makes me feel great and enjoy every moment of the flash and spot lights! its all about glamarous...and hell yeah..not that easy being a superstar i guess...reporters keep runnin to us non stop..questioning and taking photos. I need to make my self in the centre of my own control so i wont slipped any harsh or sensetive words that might make certain party unconfartable with. I'm glad everything runs pretty awesome to me..did it very casually as i always did:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many congrats wishes to me that nite and all i gave back was THANK YOU SO MUCH and a smile to all that had supported me all this while...felt that i'm winning an oscar or something..but yeah....it some sort like that kind of feeling,thou.haha. The most memorable wishes came from my lovely sista saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linda,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ur the Queen of my heart...4eva! U deserve to win and u won! Proud of u. Later we go celebrate with family. Take care and safe drive back home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...a drop of tears felt down..it touches my heart. I'm so blessed to have such a caring and lovely sista like her. She came down just to watched and honour my day. Well, to be frank with u sis, i dont even bother to win that nite...what i look for was just a getting together with fwens and family..i wanna know are all that i always rely on are truly the one who always support me from behind and be there for me no matter what....and obviously u guys did proved it rite. THANK YOU..MUCH THANK YOU. Well..its a long way to go...and much more to learn in life. Cross my finger wishing nothing but the best for me, family and friends to success.&lt;br /&gt;Amin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-5950881489152154930?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/5950881489152154930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-feeling-so-alive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5950881489152154930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/5950881489152154930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-feeling-so-alive.html' title='I&apos;m feeling so ALIVE!!'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-3438293941942638782</id><published>2009-12-13T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:39:19.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and WHITE photo contest!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMfW4GR7f-Y/SySqAAelNfI/AAAAAAAAARM/9-2d529Dcyc/s320/contestlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMfW4GR7f-Y/SySqAAelNfI/AAAAAAAAARM/9-2d529Dcyc/s320/contestlogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hey you all...A blogger fwen of mine just create a photo contest! so...i'm sO positively wanna Join..suka-suki je. Support her contest as i always have a heart for photography;) if u wanna know more bout the contest just click on this &lt;a href="http://thecamerajunkie.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-white-photography-contest.html"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyTBIEYdPLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FTfUa6Np8Yc/s1600-h/b%26w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414664996365614258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyTBIEYdPLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FTfUa6Np8Yc/s320/b%26w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my personal portret in Black and White:) oh yead..the meaning is deep only my self and the one who can see the inner shadow of me knows what i'm trying to tell in this photo of mine. A smile that tells a clueless massage.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-3438293941942638782?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/3438293941942638782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-and-white-pgoto-contest.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3438293941942638782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/3438293941942638782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-and-white-pgoto-contest.html' title='Black and WHITE photo contest!!'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMfW4GR7f-Y/SySqAAelNfI/AAAAAAAAARM/9-2d529Dcyc/s72-c/contestlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-2508204909086925471</id><published>2009-12-11T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:13:03.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Finally i have my own time. Long back then..for couples of week i've been dreaming to have my own personal weekend. Say NO to DATING! pause that trendy dating in my life for a while.. its time to focus on what i want. Probably a lil room for my self and friends would help. So, today..i'm proadly announce that i'm at home. lying on my bed i think for abhout half a day..well..might sounds boring to all but trust me..I'm loving it!! so much in fact. Lying and watching some good movies are something i usually do in spending my own time. My phone been off and there you go...feeling great the whole day. Till i open my phone back...and there goes lots off messages...Oh nO! but well..thats life..people get connected! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2Q_SkeRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5Pur0PwN7Lk/s1600-h/Linda+Roos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413949367547885842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2Q_SkeRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5Pur0PwN7Lk/s320/Linda+Roos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2RQTzjPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/K81reC8Pi_E/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413949372116471026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2RQTzjPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/K81reC8Pi_E/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2SFWBYPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/MDMoECYhYWE/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413949386352845042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2SFWBYPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/MDMoECYhYWE/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week i pampered my self with a SPA treatment then going outing with fwens to Berjaya Hills (we wanted to go to Frasser hill but turn to berjaya hills instead.lol). I did my SPA at Sembunyi Spa, Cyberjaya together with Wani. Never had a good company like what i got with that girl. Lots of girl talks been done and yeah of course there a il bit touching stories as well. Personal and stuffs. Its totally a good SPA package with a good company. After Spa..i wend to for an outing with my CLOSE FWEN..Ai,Azry,Reena and Arip. 2 girls and 3 guys...:) and yes there's one more room for a girl where i supposed it belongs to our dearest DURA. damN! we missed u we can say....Aijust got his NEW BRAND SLR CAMERA..and so he officially out from CANON gank with me. He change to NIKKON to join Azry. They both was really eager to go outing taking photography. So here came in da picture to give them a hand on photography skills and anything that i've learn about it. With and open arms..i LOVE too=) As i look at both of them, i can see they were so excited to discover the photography world. It create a sweet touching moments in my heart. I used to have that eagerness in meself. Feeling great taking photos of beautiful nature and creatures. Its a moment of satisfaction. I did taught them something i learned in my past in handling cameras and models. Guess what...me and reena are their model;) hehee....i couldn't deny it, i just love working in front of camera as much as i did behind the camera=) I even gave Ai a chance to explore modelling photography as wani wanted me to be her photographer for her and her sis's boutique. But i end up to be their model instead..and i direct Ai to be the photographer:) absolutely a Fantastic photos,thou! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2Rhda-iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6m8ewvW__jY/s1600-h/DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413949376720206370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2Rhda-iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6m8ewvW__jY/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2Sv0TNNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/I5qvnV6FTEg/s1600-h/DSC_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413949397754131666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2Sv0TNNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/I5qvnV6FTEg/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Yesterday...we went for outing as well...ok..let me rewind lil bit back..i went out for a movie to watch Love happens. Its kinda boring but the msg that i got it went rite to my FACE! its all about MOVING ON!! How well i said that i actually had moved on but deep inside me i wasn't..maybe a bit. but still there a lil piece of me that not move on from what in my passed. In that movie..the HERO was told that he's the one who help people to move on and pronounce to others that he DID moved on from the confussion,the lost and the passed but the fact that at the end of the movie he reveal to all that its kind of HARD for him to MOVE ON even though he tried his best!! i second that...hell second that!!!been there and done that.But yeah..his stories and my stories are different. he kind of got a happy ending( cos its in da movie i guess)..but for me...i'm still searching for one Happy ending but i don't seems it coming to me now.......perhap later soon...hopefully..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok! back on track...after movie..i went home. Then kena culik with a same people to GENTING!!yehaaaaaa.....i cant really remembered quite well what we did over there...but it was FUN! The most that i can remembered was i played a psychology games at OLD TOWN Genting! thats the part i remembered most. seriously it was Fun, Funny and hillarious!!!hahahaaha..well i guess i must be pretty tired last nite that i'm not in da middle of my own COntrol. Been sleeping for 3 -4 hours a day...lately he came back to my mind...gosh! i know i could lives like this ...and i dont want to...........i believes the time will come..&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/9165375717861628000-2508204909086925471?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/2508204909086925471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-i-have-my-own-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2508204909086925471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2508204909086925471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-i-have-my-own-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SyI2Q_SkeRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5Pur0PwN7Lk/s72-c/Linda+Roos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-1004729336284029626</id><published>2009-12-06T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:04:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Almost Lover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6e3ff2e456669869" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e3ff2e456669869%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331605734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D462FF741B709BE73D98966BCA895930FAE899F96.55A55E0EB3C3559D5F8BF5F6B56A96D31A7BC50D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e3ff2e456669869%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dq4ye2nxr4RHbASybcOeOjSQNLdE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e3ff2e456669869%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331605734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D462FF741B709BE73D98966BCA895930FAE899F96.55A55E0EB3C3559D5F8BF5F6B56A96D31A7BC50D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e3ff2e456669869%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dq4ye2nxr4RHbASybcOeOjSQNLdE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lately i find myself trapped in my own confusion. I felt really empty without Love even thou i know there are lots of love to gives. I felt lost. The images of the one i used to loved always keep coming to my mind now and then......Is this what we call love? i dont know..and i dont really understand how this feeling goes...Seriously, i've lots of things store in my freaking head and i dont wanna mess myself with this stuffs and crazy emotion that runs thro me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am happy as i'm today. To look few months back, i can say i built up myself slowly..trying so hard to always stay positive and keep the memories locked up far away from me. But yes..now and then there's still a rrom for me to miss him....i can't deny it. How could i fall for someone that wasn't mine anymore...He called me once in a while just to check on me. I tot i can handle it...but when ever i heard his voice over the phone, it breaks my heart bit by bit. Crashing that make me almost cry. How i miss him so much...talk to him on da phone for long hours..hear his stories..make fun of him...fighting and stuffs..How i wish he could hear my tiny lil heart singing a love song just for him....And how i truely wish i could meet him again...Really waiting for him to actually invite me out...atleast for a drink or something. i guess..its just a hopeless dream......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Good bye my Almost Lover...Good Bye my Hopeless dream T_T &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(the cut in my heart is too deep to be told..it leave a scar that makes me become more heartless each day..........)   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-1004729336284029626?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6e3ff2e456669869&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/1004729336284029626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1004729336284029626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/1004729336284029626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-song.html' title='my song...'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-2509482765368001199</id><published>2009-11-22T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:03:54.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody Sunday....</title><content type='html'>How can i tell bout my lame moody Sunday. I was MUCH happier yesterday..and i don't know somehow something turn off my bubbly and cheerful Sunday! Everything and everybody put a blame on me...and i felt i'm so fucking useless!! why why why?? i just need some support and appreciation from others but all they can see is my mistakes? while i'm always giving supports to others in whatever they do..not letting them down..not even once !... Sometimes i even ask my self, why should i be nice to people who always notice my mistakes rather than the good things i did? Is it hard to say Thank YOu or give some positive supports? i aint not need any money for god sake! u got nothing to loose nway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only lil misunderstanding than leads to a MAJOR disaster! but please do remember than i'm trying my best here..put so many effort to make this happen as much as want to see all my friends happy. If what in the return i get is just bad points for u guys..i guess there's no room i can be trusted ever in your heart....&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-2509482765368001199?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/2509482765368001199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/11/moody-sunday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2509482765368001199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2509482765368001199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/11/moody-sunday.html' title='Moody Sunday....'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-736807246385461521</id><published>2009-11-13T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:24:29.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The carefreequeen=)</title><content type='html'>Heyoooo peopleee.....well..this is it! Finally i get a platform to enter a competition where i can submit my very own Video Clip:) This vedio was done 3 yrs ago...and Never Ever been published on youtube or any media based....As a team, all members agreed not to published or to spread around but yeah..guess its about time we should enter competition. I know its kind of lousy video...but atleast we tried to came out with such a conceptual music video...better than the original video;) ....i think so la...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here i'm sooooOOo soOooo please if u guys out there think that our video deserve to win, do vote by clicking the below image...and i know u can see the  navigation called 'UNDILAH SAYA'..hurry!! just one click and BoOommm....God Bless you FOREVER!:) heee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and good luck fopr others...u guys been so great and confident bout yourself...thats why we are in this competition..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carefreequeen.com/gl_vote_1.aspx?id=181"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/Sv0HMI1-A5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/r1gICcC8SKI/s320/linda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403483033028133778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-736807246385461521?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/736807246385461521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/11/carefreequeen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/736807246385461521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/736807246385461521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/11/carefreequeen.html' title='The carefreequeen=)'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/Sv0HMI1-A5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/r1gICcC8SKI/s72-c/linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-8552119341874586455</id><published>2009-10-29T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:34:37.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You is You...I am ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SulFTCmr-CI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xmsXC87WdRo/s1600-h/love-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397921821799217186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SulFTCmr-CI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xmsXC87WdRo/s320/love-you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Me. In all parts of the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it . I own everything about &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt; Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By doing so, &lt;strong&gt;I can love me and be friendly with all my parts&lt;/strong&gt;. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. How I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is an authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and &lt;strong&gt;I am good about my self&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my dear friends... &lt;strong&gt;Love Yourself First then start to spread some to others &lt;/strong&gt;;) hugs!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-8552119341874586455?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/8552119341874586455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8552119341874586455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/8552119341874586455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-me.html' title='You is You...I am ME!'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-HN5sd1cb8/SulFTCmr-CI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xmsXC87WdRo/s72-c/love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-2386603356714942809</id><published>2009-10-20T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:10:03.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIngapore again with mom..</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Singapore with my mom. I spend the whole weekend at Nannyta's crib! Just me and mom flew to Singapore...guess its the only suitable time i can spend my time with mom. Most of my weekends i always spend it with friends..:) My mom had some agenda over @ Singapore that i dont really know...until i got there. Knowing my another family who lives in Singapore was a real Drama! I donno that i born in such a BIG FAMILY!! talked to my mom that i dont even know mainly all of them...haha. My mom said that because u dont wanna know get involves in anything about family matters...i stayed silent and just gave her a BIG whatever kind of SMILE! LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was...i dont even know i have a second cousin that look alike as my EX-BOYFRIEND!! mY god!! He's CUTE!!!! and have a sweet smile! God such a giver......hehe and yeah...God knows what inside my heart^_^ and so there we were starting to know wach other.....being there make me realised that i still have a ROOM for LOVE in myself....but...my scared. Scared to face it, scared of broken again......the healing part is much more scarrier! I put this sign (,) in my love diaries..meaning gimme a break...get to a correct starting point again. end the last journal i was in....i woouldn't wanna draw a new love stories in myself.....i'll wait till the correct time and lights of love say so......I dont find any sparked with the one i just met....maybe cos we are cousin(not a close cousin)...or maybe i'm the one who not letting go whats in the passed..even though i said i did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had our own day out together..showing me the best place to hang out and get to know each other. Damn! waiting for that 'spark' but there wasn't any....Ok ok! understood! I've to keep an eyes on him for now...and put it as..whats my fav quote.....hmm....oh ya..'Klo ada jodoh...adalah....' hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dcdb1358fd0a0934" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddcdb1358fd0a0934%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331605734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32EA48504A692D5ADD6E80446CF4C5FD154945DD.AE3629A0D96A25F9BD0575BEC7E49BBBD5A9075%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddcdb1358fd0a0934%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_I0ltshK8Dmjjy3JvDBg6yehXD0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddcdb1358fd0a0934%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331605734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32EA48504A692D5ADD6E80446CF4C5FD154945DD.AE3629A0D96A25F9BD0575BEC7E49BBBD5A9075%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddcdb1358fd0a0934%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_I0ltshK8Dmjjy3JvDBg6yehXD0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165375717861628000-2386603356714942809?l=lindaroos7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dcdb1358fd0a0934&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/feeds/2386603356714942809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/10/singapore-again-with-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2386603356714942809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165375717861628000/posts/default/2386603356714942809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaroos7.blogspot.com/2009/10/singapore-again-with-mom.html' title='SIngapore again with mom..'/><author><name>Linda Roos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128513615649516871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIy8FMEEm8E/TvrcrkzxWgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IEXsdrS0Dec/s220/SAM_1957.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165375717861628000.post-3942143095462732988</id><published>2009-10-11T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:11:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my most sickening weekend!</title><content type='html'>As i lay back at home through out the most sickness weekend i ever had somehow i realised that sometimes in the worst struggles, I find my greatest strength. Been sick through out the week and knowing myself, when ever i fall sick..its like my world durn upside down. I dont want to meet people and i choose to stay alone in my bed room. there goes my weekend...lying down all alone..My friends did came over to cheer me up...took me out to went for karaoke..It was fun but yeah...my mind and heart wasn't 100% there..it just a thing what i called UNLIKE myself. I used to be the MOST hyper ones everytime we go for a karaoke session..the one who will jump up and down..the mi
