<?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-1179832986893465659</id><updated>2011-12-07T13:01:01.865+08:00</updated><category term='Chipmunk'/><category term='Plans'/><category term='College'/><category term='clumsy'/><category term='Church'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='APIIT'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Food'/><category term='random'/><category term='Hammie'/><category term='Lazy'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Retreat'/><category term='Kid&apos;s Kingdom'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='House'/><category term='work'/><category term='Youth'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Sweet Child Of God</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-2634823106242766296</id><published>2011-11-11T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:26:48.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>11.11.11</title><content type='html'>If I'm still in primary and secondary school, I think I might missed out a 1 or 2 "1"s when I'm jotting down the date on every exercise book page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(11th November 2011) is a very significant day for many people around the globe. There's more than 1000 couples in Malaysia are getting their paper signed today. I can't imagine the pool of pretty brides in white + nervous grooms + family members + friends who are crowding around the hall/room to witness the once in a lifetime ceremony for those couples. Some are taking today as a day to ask for forgiveness, propose to their gf, party and many more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for William and I, we're going to indulge ourselves with good food and good music serve with some good catching up moments. Not sure where to go yet but hopefully the food and music won't spoil our night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to doll up a bit and get into my new dress. Wondering whether I can still fit into it or not &gt;.&lt; It's been awhile I didn't doll-up... Hahaha... Usually dressing up and doll-up is a norm to most girls but I'm the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm counting down to Christmas Day. As usual, every year I'm looking forward to Christmas season where I can bring out all my "friends" from the roof and place them around my beautiful and bright Christmas tree. Preparing gifts, shopping spree, going around taking pictures, hearing Christmas carols and many more but not the wrapping prezzies part. Can I ONLY in charge of unwrapping the gifts this year?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas, New Year then My 25th Birthday then CNY then Valentine and the list goes on and on. I'm also looking forward to CNY also. Marked another memorable event too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really blessed and highly favoured by My Big Daddy From Heaven. Thank you Father. Thank you for the gift of life every single morning. Lord, You're my personal Lord&amp;Savior, my everlasting Father, my friend and I want to learn to declare that every single morning. I Love U, Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-2634823106242766296?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2634823106242766296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=2634823106242766296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2634823106242766296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2634823106242766296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='11.11.11'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-5885205514166211012</id><published>2011-06-09T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T10:01:11.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://tinyurl.com/62qaamz" width="220px" height="320px" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-5885205514166211012?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5885205514166211012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=5885205514166211012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/5885205514166211012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/5885205514166211012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2011/06/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-8172814854132555931</id><published>2011-03-31T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:39:17.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Falling sick</title><content type='html'>Look at the title, you already know my condition. Oh dear... why is my stamina so low nowadays? Fall sick so frequently. Sien sien sien. My mouth now swollen. I'm having 3 big ugly ulcer inside my mouth. Besides can't talk properly, I have no appetite and keep craving for sleep although I slept from 9.30pm yesterday till this morning 7am. Plus plus, my face is full of breakouts. I feel so ugly and don't know where to hide my face dy &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Pimple pimple, please go away from my face and body please.. I want to take nice pictures in coming Bali trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, everyone sounds like leaving soon and my worries in life kinda add on. I wonder what will be there for me in the next few months. The only one thing I can do now is pray and learn to depend on Him even more. Is it really time for independent? Take up challenges? Oh Father, I don't have confident for all these. Teach me Oh Lord. Guide me please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-8172814854132555931?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8172814854132555931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=8172814854132555931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8172814854132555931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8172814854132555931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2011/03/falling-sick.html' title='Falling sick'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-3728047147841772938</id><published>2011-03-17T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T12:30:12.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>My New Blog Header DIY</title><content type='html'>See see, I finally updated my blog header. DIY!!!! I took the characters from different jpeg file and combine it into one meaningful one. Brilliant, brilliant to Ctrl+X and Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V. What trigger me to suddenly do this header? Well been awhile I wanted to DIY my header but with my limited skill and resource, I always put up some plain and lame header. When I see Christine updating her header, I feel like want to follow also :P So yeah, I did it now.. Clap clap to Rie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at office, everyday I'm playing around with Photoshop, Illustrator, and Flash. I'm asked to do my own portfolio :( So photoshop kinda killing me softly day by day as I seriously have trouble drawing there. And guess what, I use flash to draw, paste to photoshop and edit from there. Haha... Yet to learn Illustrator :P I hope I can pick up some 'Illus' skill as soon as possible so that I can use smart object function and make my life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrAJ4TUJ6Vs/TYGMqkDoLXI/AAAAAAAAALk/OKYQFQVdao0/s1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrAJ4TUJ6Vs/TYGMqkDoLXI/AAAAAAAAALk/OKYQFQVdao0/s320/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899675777412466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, my portfolio design preview. Looks simple but with my limited level of creativity, that's the best I can come out with for now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-3728047147841772938?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3728047147841772938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=3728047147841772938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/3728047147841772938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/3728047147841772938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-blog-header-diy.html' title='My New Blog Header DIY'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrAJ4TUJ6Vs/TYGMqkDoLXI/AAAAAAAAALk/OKYQFQVdao0/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-196916960139369545</id><published>2011-03-16T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T12:36:20.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pencil &amp; Eraser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pencil:&lt;/span&gt; I'm really sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eraser:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry for what? You didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pencil: &lt;/span&gt;Well, everytime when I make a mistake, you will be there to erase my mistake. But as time pass by, part of you are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eraser: &lt;/span&gt;I'm made to do this. Even thought I know one of these days I'll be gone, and you have to replace me with another. I'm still happy to do this job. So don't be sad, it worries me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find this little conversation meaningful and remind you of someone or something? Reflection time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-196916960139369545?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/196916960139369545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=196916960139369545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/196916960139369545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/196916960139369545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-random-post.html' title='Pencil &amp; Eraser'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-3700462755127814037</id><published>2010-09-02T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:56:55.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Aquarius Woman</title><content type='html'>If you are in love with a woman in this zodiac be prepared to be very happy or be very sorry. She is a very busy person with her own matters similar to a guy in this zodiac. She is able to live by herself without any guy in her life, a very strong person indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because she does not have a dream guy, but if she can not find such person, so what. Because she thinks she could do anything that a man can do. She is a leader, a real confident type. She likes to do things by herself, such as serving herself, opening the door herself. Because she thinks waiting for a helping hand is a waste of time, and she is not patient enough to wait around for that. If she starts to ask you out, do not think she starts to flirt with you, but because she thinks it is a waste of time to wait for you to be the one who asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes a COOL guy who sometime act like he is ignoring her, so he has a chance to show him his own confident. She likes to guess her man's reaction, but at the same time she likes to has many men wanting her. She is a daring type who could just do thing differently from other people in her same society. She dare to fight for what she thinks belonged to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even she acts confident she mostly feels lonely and alone. If she breaks up with someone, she won't show any emotion even deep down inside pain and agony. Not for long she will come back to be the cheery and merry person again, because she looks at the world positively and has "Faith" in the word "Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has more men friends than women friends, so do not be a jealous type if you date her. She could be slightly jealous, but she hates jealous guy. She loves "Freedom" so before and after marriage, her freedom has to be the same. She likes you to trust her, even if she does not trust you anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to be the one who is "Right", so if you argue with her, let her win if it is not a big deal for you in that subject. She is a straight-forward type, so if she does not love you anymore, she will just tell you straight to your face. Her love and relationship are always real, so if she say "It's over" be prepare to leave, she is not testing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not a vulnerable type, so do not have to worry about her, she will survive by herself. If she is with you when you get sick, she will certainly take care and look after you, even look after you mean "small loan". Do not have secret with her, she hates it and really can piss her badly. When she is sad , be understanding. When she is happy, be happy with her, she likes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not get bore with this type of girl. Someone who is close to her will know that deep down beneath that confident and cold hearted person, she is just as fragile as any woman. She is a fun and talkative person and she likes to tease you. Do not let she talk alone, if you do she will leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has many types of jobs because she believes what a man can do, I can do. If you want her to work for you, forget it. When she is in love, she will just leave her job in the day time&lt;br /&gt;just to come to see you, but not for long she will go back to work seriously again. Prepare to live and love with a "Working Woman" then you will be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she mad, find a shelter for the "Hurricane" is here! Her bad temper will last very shortly though. She is not a revenge type and will not think of "pay Back" time. Most people might think of her as "One of a guy", but in fact she is a 100% woman. She is easily hurt, so be nice with her. If she really loves you, then you are lucky because she is an honest, truthful and will never bored you. Understand that sometimes she will be over confident and sometimes like to have power or act bossy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-3700462755127814037?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3700462755127814037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=3700462755127814037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/3700462755127814037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/3700462755127814037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2010/09/aquarius-woman.html' title='Aquarius Woman'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-8589257102042104208</id><published>2010-07-09T15:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:07:53.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Life after college</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  -&lt;/style&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is this bubbly yet lively Cherie has been up to? Well life is surely exciting at this point where I finally step into another phase of life. Yes, it's the working phase of human life. After few months loitering and relaxing under the most comforting yet stress less shade of FAMA, I'm finally working as a web programmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, during the non student non working season, I experienced a lot of stuff that I could never imagine myself having it or doing it. I'm blessed with 2 different trips to foreign country. Let's start with last December, where I travel to Singapore for a short Christmas trip. This is my 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; trip to Singapore but my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; trip travel outside Malaysia without my family. Given the chance to drive down to Singapore and drive around this beautiful city is really a good experience for me. Singapore is one of the country that I always wanted to celebrate my Christmas at. The light decoration, the shopping sales, the Christmas music, Christmas decoration and so on.. Wow anything that I want for my Christmas season is there except for the snow.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/TDbYgUrPCNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Itjwlu-hprQ/s1600/IMG_7364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/TDbYgUrPCNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Itjwlu-hprQ/s320/IMG_7364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491814845442361554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip I didn't get to visit Sentosa Island but I have some warm welcome from my friends in the Night Safari. Besides riding on the cho-cho train for some friend's background introduction, I get to walk in the dark safari with Christine and Daniel. With one brochure in hand, we walk every path and visited every single spesies that cho-cho train didn't cover. The house of zebras and giraffes is one of the most hidden path in the safari. Most animal are wide awake and I seriously can sense that I'm being watched by them like a food to them instead of they displaying themselves for me to view. Sweaty, sticky and smelly is the end result of journeying the whole night safari. I seriously don't mind going for the second time, good exercise and one step closer to nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Science Center exploration. I don't really enjoy the display and the exhibits in this science center. Maybe because I started to get bored of going science center where most of the stuff is the same. More like a refresh memory of what I know and learned about science and that's it. But I quite like the snow city. I get to enter Snow City in Singapore. Yeap yeap, surrounded with fake snow and ice in a small hall yet as cold as in the real ones. Temperature is almost below 0 celcius. Never had this feelings before but too cold to survive for long. I wonder how do people survive during winter? Even Australia pre autumn temperature I can't really stand and maybe with proper attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in Singapore is fun if you earn there and shop there. Not to say their clothing are cheap but at least the quality and their sales not fake. Malaysia sales is raise up the price and sales for you which sounds like a normal discount. Food there is totally hopeless. Can't survive with the crappy food there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend once asked me whether will I choose to work in Singapore? After experiencing life in Singapore for this short holiday season, I choose to keep an open mind on this topic. There's for sure pros and cons in everything and it is the same apply to Singapore. Lifestyle there is stylish, classy yet a little bit of stress as everyone is trying so hard to climb the cooperate ladder. Economic there is consider better as compare to Malaysia but if I were to work there, I will have a lot of extra spending like rental, food and all where this cost is all covered back in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-8589257102042104208?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8589257102042104208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=8589257102042104208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8589257102042104208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8589257102042104208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-after-college.html' title='Life after college'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/TDbYgUrPCNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Itjwlu-hprQ/s72-c/IMG_7364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-7415590885307109008</id><published>2010-07-09T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:58:31.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Complicated Woman</title><content type='html'>I browse thru this long time ago, but I never thought that it is true until you really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;#1 When you break her heart, the pain never really goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 When she misses you, she’s hurting inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 When she says it’s over, she still wants you to be hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 When she walks away from you mad, follow her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 When she stares at your mouth, kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 When she pushes or hits you, grab her tight &amp;amp; don’t let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 When she starts cursing at you, kiss her and tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 When she ignores you, give her your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 When she pulls away, pull her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 When you see her at her worst, tell her she’s beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 When you see her crying, just hold her and don’t say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 When you see her walking, sneak up and hug her waist from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 When she’s scared, protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 When she lays her head on your shoulder, tilt her head up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 When she steals your favourite jacket, let her keep it and sleep with it for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 When she teases you, tease her back and make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 When she doesn’t answer for a long time, reassure her that everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 When she looks at you with doubt, back yourself up with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 When she says that she likes you, she really does more than you could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 When she grabs your hands, hold hers and play with her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21 When she bumps into you, bump into her back and make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 When she tells you a secret, keep it safe and untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23 When she looks at you in your eyes, don’t look away until she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25 Don’t let her have the last word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#26 Don’t call her hot, but gorgeous or beautiful is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#27 Say you love her more than she could ever love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28 Argue that she is the best girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#29 When she’s mad, hug her tight and don’t let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#30 When she says she’s OK, don’t believe it, talk to&lt;br /&gt;her about it, because 10 yrs later she’ll still remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31 Call her at 12:00am on special occasions to tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#32 Call her before you sleep and after you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#33 Treat her like she’s all that matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#34 Don’t ignore her when she’s out with you and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#35 Stay up all night with her when she’s sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#36 Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#37 Let her into your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#38 Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#39 When she’s bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#40 Let her know she’s important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#41 Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#42 When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is; “Who’s ass am I kicking today baby?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#43 After she reads this, she hopes one day you’d read it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-7415590885307109008?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7415590885307109008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=7415590885307109008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7415590885307109008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7415590885307109008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2010/08/complicated-woman.html' title='Complicated Woman'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-7714253484245861868</id><published>2009-09-18T15:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:59:58.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APIIT'/><title type='text'>Shopping after FYP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Wipe* *wipe* *wipe* wiping all the dust in my blogspot now. Sorry for neglecting it for so long. Was using all the time for my final year project. Busy all the way until my room condition also oh well no word could describe... hehe... who is that girl who live in this messy room? No me for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SrM1cGYbvFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ks8g7sCf398/s1600-h/image200909160001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SrM1cGYbvFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ks8g7sCf398/s320/image200909160001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382704736503577682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During Final Year Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SrM1itd9AkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Cvxpu3U6n20/s1600-h/image200909170001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SrM1itd9AkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Cvxpu3U6n20/s320/image200909170001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382704850074927682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Final Year Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     Yesterday was an awesome day where I went window shopping with my sweethearts Chelsea, lovely Emer and darling Rachel at 1U. Travel there after college and submission of the fyp for the hard cover thing. Bought movie ticket for "Laughing Gor". Having fun time eating at Sushi Zanmai. Been a long time, 4 of us doesn't spend time sharing food all over and ordering like there's 8 person at the table instead of 4. Stomach full to the max and the bill was not consider expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Rush to cinema for the movie. My second time at 1U cinema, nice and comfortable seat. But one bad thing is that there's one idiot dum fella smoking in the cinema!!! Can smell cigaratte and we can't stop 'cursing' that fella. The show was awesome and it is a beginning story before the E.U. tvb show. Nice conspiracy behind and the scene are quite cruel. The car accident scenes is as if the car is free of charge! But that gay fella looks very funny and alike the late Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Next, SHOPPING!! Having fun trying out high heel at ZARA and VINCCI. Now that we understand why some girls in our college who wear high heel walking like penguin as if they doesn't know how to walk properly. It is a tough task to do walking on a minimum of 3.5 inch heel. For beauty sake some girls are really willing to sacrifice and dwell with the pain. Myself walking on a high heel about 2 inch yesterday is already a torturing. Heels, you are so beautiful for display and look gorgeous when being wore but do you know you're also killing us? Beautiful, gorgeous and killing. Wow what a good combination if all these is in a woman. Haha... Spend about 1 hour trying high heels at VINCCI and I'm in love with two of it. Target to purchase it next shopping. Fitting rooms experience is rather cool and the activities are confidential among us only. Too bad didn't bring camera.. hehe... At the end of the day, my parking fees was RM7. 1U rate for first 6 hours is RM1. So all together, we spend more than 8 hours in 1U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Our next target is to plan a group trip to anywhere for holiday depending on the budget. Oversea like Thailand? Phuket? Hong Kong? Local maybe Langkawi or any place with nice beach and fun activities. Planning committee need to be form. Hope that the respond will be good and there sure fun await for us as a group if this is really working out and not a blank cheque.&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/1179832986893465659-7714253484245861868?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7714253484245861868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=7714253484245861868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7714253484245861868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7714253484245861868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2009/09/shopping.html' title='Shopping after FYP'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SrM1cGYbvFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ks8g7sCf398/s72-c/image200909160001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-4941956685667231034</id><published>2009-07-30T03:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:21:48.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APIIT'/><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>I have 47 days more to go before 16th September. But Cherie being Cherie, I am still enjoying my life as an individual and a college student not knowing the trouble I will get if I can't finish my FYP. Honestly, I have yet to meet up with my new supervisor. I have yet to draw my design on a proper piece of paper. Yet to install my software and more to go. Besides that, this semester subject is not cover as yet. I really dun feel like a final year student as the schedule is too relax until I kind of slacking. August is here in another few hours and I am aiming to finish it before 1st of September. Can I fulfill my target? Day dreaming and boiling drama every single hours is totally not going to help me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I am so addictive to Burning Flame 3. Every midnight without fail i will stay up to download the latest and watch immediately. Well, day and night waiting patiently for the episode to show. I can watch a single episode twice!! I am sincerely agree that courting season is the sweetest moment in a relationship. As for every girl dream is that they get to dance with their partner on their wedding day. But this generation, it is quite hard to fulfill as the partner is either swaying away with their computer stuff, treating it as a very girlish thing or even making the girl feels like they are dancing with a stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, been a long time i never cry so many time for a movie. PS: I Love You is the latest show which makes me cry 4 times.  It is so sad and touching. You all should watch it. It is really very sweet of him to do such thing to the wife. But I do pray that dun la do it when u going to end ur life. Do it every single moment. It helps. Ok la. Maybe for me it do really touch me. For you all ar.. erm, watch and comment here la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: My both hammies is truly adorable at this point. Both of them gain so much weight especially Fur Ball which is very nice to squeeze and Cotton with the soft smooth body. One more month I think I am going to make them woo hoo and try again for my 'cotton bud'.&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now. Going to watch Burning Flame episode 19 now. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-4941956685667231034?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4941956685667231034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=4941956685667231034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/4941956685667231034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/4941956685667231034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2009/07/recently.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-706530236400605285</id><published>2009-05-19T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:10:15.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APIIT'/><title type='text'>Yin &amp; Yang</title><content type='html'>Good news: My Cotton Ball is pregnant!!&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: She bite me :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: Pass up 2 assignment&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: Another 2 to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: Holiday is near&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: Working world also near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-706530236400605285?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/706530236400605285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=706530236400605285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/706530236400605285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/706530236400605285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2009/05/yin-yang.html' title='Yin &amp; Yang'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-5527641563485645185</id><published>2009-04-23T23:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:04:06.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hammie'/><title type='text'>Cotton Ball and Fur Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here you go, my two little partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version 1: Female is Pepsi, Male is Cola. But the week they first first come, I can't differentiate them.  So I end up calling them "baby" on the first week. Whenever I call them "Baby", either they are asleep or playing, they will just look at me. I am not sure they know or not but that feels good and exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version 2: Female: Cotton Ball, Male: Fur Ball. After one week here, the female tend be become more round and fat. Therefore I can now differentiate them and call them by name.  They are growing bigger and bigger day by day plus more adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, some of their picture with my personal caption.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCNBzbgRlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JPx5o0Tm9aI/s1600-h/DSCN6990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCNBzbgRlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JPx5o0Tm9aI/s320/DSCN6990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327913421304251986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First day they reach my house. The little pink thing which look like a house actually is a sauna room with toilet sand in it. Suppose to pee pee inside. But seems like my both baby love to sleep there for the first few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCM47CDsaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FJR__cMlSS8/s1600-h/DSCN6994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCM47CDsaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FJR__cMlSS8/s320/DSCN6994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327913268726182306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 2: Cutie baby sleeping in the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCMuM8WP3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/iNSArHDKR9w/s1600-h/DSCN7022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCMuM8WP3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/iNSArHDKR9w/s320/DSCN7022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327913084555509618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Fur Ball. Isn't he cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCMjGXHoUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VLQCZkIlsAM/s1600-h/DSCN7035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCMjGXHoUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VLQCZkIlsAM/s320/DSCN7035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327912893810188610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Cotton Ball. The one who loves to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCMXrst7ZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JxNnD_-l2_o/s1600-h/DSCN7039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCMXrst7ZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JxNnD_-l2_o/s320/DSCN7039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327912697674460562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both of them sleeping closely together on a warm day. Oh so sweet. The one nearer to toilet is Cotton Ball. Next to it is Fur Ball. Look at the size different!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCML_hJFUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9NeOOzjPEfE/s1600-h/DSCN7131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCML_hJFUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9NeOOzjPEfE/s320/DSCN7131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327912496836187458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today: Fur Ball sleeping after whole day of playing with me and Cotton Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCMB-pJJdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gJitJkAHxdQ/s1600-h/DSCN7133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCMB-pJJdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gJitJkAHxdQ/s320/DSCN7133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327912324802618834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today: Cotton Ball sleeps in the wheel. So fat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I have more video on them playing, chewing, eating, fighting and running around in the exercise ball but I not sure how to upload it to internet as my phone video format is not compatible with my laptop.&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/1179832986893465659-5527641563485645185?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5527641563485645185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=5527641563485645185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/5527641563485645185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/5527641563485645185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2009/04/cotton-ball-and-fur-ball.html' title='Cotton Ball and Fur Ball'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SfCNBzbgRlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JPx5o0Tm9aI/s72-c/DSCN6990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-8356623683525652728</id><published>2009-04-07T16:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:39:21.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid&apos;s Kingdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Colour My Life</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, CCC organized a coloring contest for the kids. Kids from children church, Kid's Kingdom and Shining Star. I get to be the leader and judge for the youngest group age from 4-6 years old. It's fun to see them colour and colour using full energy. Some crying coz daddy mummy not around. Some keep talking with their friend. They look so cute and teachers have to pamper them to continue colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the picture do the talking for my age group result after 1 hour and 15 minute of colouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLFXgvxTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rGJD5l3n34o/s1600-h/DSC_2822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLFXgvxTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rGJD5l3n34o/s320/DSC_2822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321859571506988338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fellow judges for youngest group (Group A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLUWTudbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A8O6vKhvN8Y/s1600-h/DSC_3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLUWTudbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A8O6vKhvN8Y/s320/DSC_3011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321859828881978802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our 3rd prize&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLejm7TPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JkffeuPUJuk/s1600-h/DSC_3016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLejm7TPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JkffeuPUJuk/s320/DSC_3016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321860004250864882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our 2nd Prize&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLuxgLFtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3NwWDe_TtG4/s1600-h/DSC_3023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLuxgLFtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3NwWDe_TtG4/s320/DSC_3023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321860282858542802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During prize presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLy2_LcvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VH86wDRPr94/s1600-h/DSC_3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLy2_LcvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VH86wDRPr94/s320/DSC_3025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321860353050243826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the winners group picture. From 1st, 2nd, 3rd to 10th Consolation Prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLqPgNrvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jN0Im5fWTCE/s1600-h/DSC_3019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLqPgNrvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jN0Im5fWTCE/s320/DSC_3019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321860205012430578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our 1st, 2nd and 3rd Winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our future Pablo Picasso art piece&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsL2dYZOuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vCl_KJq5gL4/s1600-h/DSC_3061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsL2dYZOuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vCl_KJq5gL4/s320/DSC_3061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321860414896159458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is known as an ABSTRACT ART!!! The judge would love to give him/her a special prize for this wonderful piece. Normal human might not understand this art piece but we will never know that he/she is the upcoming Pablo Picasso. Here, the defination of &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt; according to our research best friend, WIKIPEDIA.&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/1179832986893465659-8356623683525652728?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8356623683525652728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=8356623683525652728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8356623683525652728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8356623683525652728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2009/04/colour-my-life.html' title='Colour My Life'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SdsLFXgvxTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rGJD5l3n34o/s72-c/DSC_2822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-7040091176577209811</id><published>2009-04-07T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:38:15.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>ANTZ!!</title><content type='html'>My whole kitchen cabinet is infested with small little black ants these few days. So me being an anti-insect in my house went and use Dettol to kill the ant and wipe off their track yesterday. I can't use spray coz it is a kitchen area. Dangerous if we accidentally ate it. Dettol is still ok as we can use it externally and not really harmful if we lick or ate it. I wipe off their track nicely with a thick mixture of Dettol and water. Thought they won't come again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID lo!! The ants is back with a new track to travel. Not on the floor not on yesterday path but under the cabinet!! It went from my sink to the below cabinet, pass by my fridge and go to the place where daddy put his Ribena using below cabinet. My whole fridge is ant just now!!! Yesterday was along the surface of the cabinet door... Now go underneath. I really freak out coz I'm alway afraid of a troupe of insect like bees, ants, etc. I find it so disgusting and itchy. So I went and told dad that they are back. Dad happily reply me saying that the ants which come in graduated in the University thats why they are way too smart to find new path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished cleaning the ants again and this time I use double the amount of Dettol and wipe it at the side of the windows and door where they come in. Tomorrow I will continue to clean up the whole kitchen and layer the surface with Dettol. Next week will ask the pest control to come and spray the whole house before they come in to my room. Pray for no rain on next Tuesday. Else all spray will be washed away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-7040091176577209811?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7040091176577209811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=7040091176577209811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7040091176577209811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7040091176577209811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2009/04/antz.html' title='ANTZ!!'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-8035838133642882857</id><published>2009-04-02T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:35:26.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APIIT'/><title type='text'>New Excitement</title><content type='html'>Clock is ticking and seconds goes by quickly without me realize but I am still waiting patiently for my new partners in crime. I might be too ambitious to think of new idea and activities to do with them. But on the other hand, by the time I have them, I might be busy with my college life as dead end is coming one by one. I still dun have the tension and stress yet as I am still having my own sweet time watching tv, hopping around online shopping blogs and psp-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like programming a lot and dun mind sitting in front hours and hours just to debug it. I won't realise that I am burning mid night oil for it. But this time is the other way round. This time programming need me to think of logic and maths together. I can understand the code once other people wrote it out. But asking me to write it from the start? I am sorry I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final year project progress so far is 0%. I am lacking away since the submission of PSF. 39days to midpoint... hehehe... Must go Mobil or Petronas down my garden to pump in some petrol dy. Else cannot finish the journey within the time frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still pondering and wanted to reverse back the mistakes I made. Considering to change path again. But there is definitely a very different life altogether. A lot of things I had missed out!! I am still thinking should I continue on to misses that phase for another reason or just sail with it till the end. It stuck in my mind every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-8035838133642882857?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8035838133642882857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=8035838133642882857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8035838133642882857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8035838133642882857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-excitement.html' title='New Excitement'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-269504140261189343</id><published>2009-03-14T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:20:12.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APIIT'/><title type='text'>Final Year Project</title><content type='html'>Whoever who mention FYP, I will think of nightmare as I am already having slight fever about it. Well I successfully vomit out a so called brilliant idea. I also successfully list down the function and narrow down my scope. But this is only the first step to further nightmare. My title for fyp is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interactive and Innovative Learning Tool for Kids&lt;/span&gt;... Sound really fun, kiddy and easy. But don't U remember your basic ABC... How many alphabet are there? Summore need to find different idea to portrait different alphabet. I can't be using the same exercise for the whole 26 alphabet. Imagine having the same activities over and over again for so many time... Hell lot of work to do. Not only create system, but need to do questionaires, interview, secondary research and all related work all by YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only fyp I need to do.. Concurrently, I need to go lecture and tutorial, in course assignment, test and also exam. See the schedule also scare dy. I really need to pray hard for wisdom and patience to handle this year. I wish that 24 hours a day can be multiply by at least twice this year... hahaha... crazy dy me... Please pray for me. Thanks in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my task this semester:&lt;br /&gt;1. FYP (Primary research, secondary research, schedule, planning and etc, etc, etc) - Pass up on 11th May 2009&lt;br /&gt;2. Ubi com individual research paper - 20th March 2009&lt;br /&gt;3. Ubi com group assignment&lt;br /&gt;4. Haskell assignment - week of 4th May 2009&lt;br /&gt;5. Project Management Group assignment&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyday class except Tuesday but once in awhile need to meet supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder do APIIT know how tough is it for a student to study final year with 70% included as grade plus with stupid FYP project which require high tech thing and idea plus a really superb fast dead line with their stupid scheduler who does not know how to arrange schedule and limited resources. But I really Thank God for a good and supportive supervisor which give me strong idea and advise. I really hope that she will guide me until the end of the fyp day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-269504140261189343?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/269504140261189343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=269504140261189343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/269504140261189343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/269504140261189343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2009/03/final-year-project.html' title='Final Year Project'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-1537247133150112134</id><published>2009-01-24T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:26:00.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>New Chapter of Life</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2009 and welcome my additional age. Haha... Sorry for P-ing so long. I am suppose to post up a post about my Christmas 2008 besides showing off my lovely home during christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last Christmas was really cool and busy. Honestly, December suppose to be my holiday month but I end up more busy than my college day as i have practice and shopping list to conquer and house to clean and food to search and a lot of things that occupied my "free" time. The happiest thing is I got a lof of lovely pressie this Christmas!!! I have a memorable yet beautiful watch which replace my old and going to 'kong' watch... hehe... I had mashmallow!!! Me got another cup from my lovely Form 4 CG and many more pressie which is dear to me. Oh ya, I even wore a dress... First time after so many years never do so. My last time i guess is primary school chinese new year time. Please la, school uniform not counted coz it is compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas, go Youth Camp summore. I enjoyed the camp very much. I'm arrange to stay wit Erica, Zanne, Arwyn, Beatrice and Cassandra. Although half way I need to change room.. but I didn't missed out the fun that happen in my Cg girls room. Room 306. I love the sharing, the Ah Boon, the laughing and everything we did at midnight where we suppose to be light off.. But we towel it up... Bad thing is the food there not nice at all especially the lunch and the hall is so dusty which make me cough and cough non stop until I need to sit behind alone. The sermon was awesome and strong. I learned a lot in this camp. Well having to stay wit the younger girls for the two night, help me to see back myself during their age. Plus they asked me one question which until now i dun think i can answer them still. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 New year, I spend time with my best PIC. We actually planned to go pasar malam then go mamak then go highway to see fireworks. But because of lateness and everything, I actually had my first ever experience which is really memorable to us. We countdown  at the Pasar Malam itself. *LAME* but special. Then they overnight at my house. We start to dry swimming without any bet at first. But we find it bored so we introduce Face Painting once we lose... Haha.. Forgot to take picture. The whole session ended at 4am and suppose to wake up at 7am for some charity work. Mei Kei and Simon sleeping tightly while Nian and I was wide awake the whole night. What a torturing night, seeing them sleeping so syok but we can't fall asleep although we are tired. The next day, they went for the charity thingy and I went to wash car. Haha... Read in Chrissy blog for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop here first. My Birthday post will be up soon. Bye dearest diary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-1537247133150112134?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1537247133150112134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=1537247133150112134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1537247133150112134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1537247133150112134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-chapter-of-life.html' title='New Chapter of Life'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-5885958694165641178</id><published>2008-12-18T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:31:45.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Season 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Greetings to all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been enjoying myself a lot in these wonderful period of Christmas season as this is the first time I join Christmas Carol. I enjoyed singing with a group of people as it build up our friendship and I misses it so much. I missed the time when I was in primary and I always active in participating Choirs and presentation. Hehe... I really pray that as we practice and go every corner to perform, our faith batteries is charged up and the light will shine as bright as light house to lead the people around the path plus the meaning of Christmas. Many in the world mistaken Christmas as Santa Claus going around to distribute gifts. Hello.. Malaysia does not have a chimney, continue to dream on for your Christmas gift from Santa or St.Nicholas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Besides Caroling, I enjoy myself every night at home as I will blast all the Christmas music and on all the lighting on my Christmas tree, tv rack and stairs. Seeing the lights blinking along with the music, it warm my hearts and I love it so much. Here are some preview of my house decoration for this Christmas. I done it with the help of daddy. I love my Christmas tree decoration and all my toys. Do not look down on these toys, they might be older than YOU. Some are with me since I was less than one year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SUkmY-5wV7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/6nXUJLLtRzo/s1600-h/DSCN5631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SUkmY-5wV7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/6nXUJLLtRzo/s320/DSCN5631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280794248712574898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SUkm2mwEj8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/itSpwaEx3_0/s1600-h/DSCN5635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SUkm2mwEj8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/itSpwaEx3_0/s320/DSCN5635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280794757625581506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SUkmw5yd2lI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qvmua89Vqok/s1600-h/DSCN5633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SUkmw5yd2lI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qvmua89Vqok/s320/DSCN5633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280794659656686162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Lastly, is that I haven't prepare a single Christmas gifts!!! And the list of people also not yet think!! Plus my final exam paper on Friday and I haven't touch a single notes yet. Oh no... No eye see... hahaha... Shall see how all hectic schedule works out. Will update soon. Love you, virtual diary. GBU readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-5885958694165641178?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5885958694165641178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=5885958694165641178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/5885958694165641178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/5885958694165641178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-season-2008.html' title='Christmas Season 2008'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SUkmY-5wV7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/6nXUJLLtRzo/s72-c/DSCN5631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-2950354310270036186</id><published>2008-12-06T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:21:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Been a long period I never update this little sweet diary. Well I was busy all the way about my assignment which I shall declare my nightmare ended on 29 November 2008. Hooray!! Something that I should shout "Praise the Lord". Without His strength and wisdom, I won't be able to finish up my assignment on time and successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides assignment, I also joined Christmas Carols which we been having practice quite frequent and hectic schedule. Today I finally discipline myself to finish up my Christmas Tree decoration. Will update with photo maybe tomorrow or soon. Besides showing the picture of this year decoration, I also excited to show you all my first BMW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at night, I went out with my best friends. Honestly, quite long I never go out with them and I do miss them. We went food court to chat and eat. Eventually, we kind of order the wrong food but it gave us a very good experience and laughter. We ordered "cuit cuit lo" emm sorry I dun really know the English name for that. Maybe you ask someone to translate for you guys. Haha... We had so much fun learning how to take out the stuff inside the shell... I'm laughing non stop and causes the whole thing drop inside my glass of ice cream soda. Simon ate the most, three of us actually have hard time to get the little flesh out. Our sucking strength is not good enough.. haha... We din manage to finish it coz after awhile, Chi Nian, Simon and I have slight headache. Too much of sucking out the flesh. And because of the spicy taste, I drank 4 glass of drink in two hours. Went wash room a few times.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After food court, our next destination is McDonald for some sweet sweet stuff like ice cream. We shared the sundae and many updates of our personal life together plus joking about something which is fun to us. I hope this kind of time will come often if we all manage to sort out our individual hectic schedule. All our holiday normally clash. So no chance to travel together. Hope one fine day or time we can get together and travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go off9 now.. Later got Caroling practice at 11am to 1pm. Love you all.. Byez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-2950354310270036186?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2950354310270036186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=2950354310270036186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2950354310270036186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2950354310270036186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-6103046401518994435</id><published>2008-11-11T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:08:03.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>High School Musical 3</title><content type='html'>Today I am suppose to attend a class which require us to debate but I'm so notty.. I skip the debate and went to watch High School Musical 3 at Sunway Piramid. Sorry la.. but reading the 11 long pages of 'Killer Robot Story' and debate from there is totally a bored things to do. I don't like reading but I love debating.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.. I'm so in love with Waltz now.. How i wish to dance like how Gabriella does. Her 'pointing' is so nice and her pose is clear. The choreographer knows very well her beauty angle and the gentleness in her. Too bad i dun remember how Waltz steps goes. I can only remember Cha-cha and Salsa.. Waltz for me used to be a very glamour yet classy dance. But in this movie they make it so sweet and romantic.. Heart melted moment :-p If anyone ask me do i wish to dance like that.. I will definately say YES without thinking twice. Hahaha..*tak malu betul la ini Cherie* Anyway, the best part is the director add the rain at the end of the dance. Make it more romantic. Here is the video for those who does not watch HSM 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lW-1Ytwn4a4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lW-1Ytwn4a4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am now in my college life but it is never too late to have such a sweet memory in a college life or even highschool. Hello, I'm not talking about Waltz now. I mean overall excitement that HSM trying to potrait to us. It is nice to have a bunch of friends who enjoy the same thing like you do. Well, we might go different path after this little moment but at least you have something to flash back or something to plainly smile about when your next generation ask you just like how you used to ask your parent how they meet up and stuff like that. I'm sure they tells you with a sweet smile beneath. At times they might brush up the real story a bit but they knows how sweet the moment was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I will rated HSM 3 as the best HSM series follow by HSM 1 then HSM 2. I dun really enjoy watching HSM 2 because not much special dance step in it and the song does not remain in my mind for long. Not as much as HSM 1 and 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Cherie, I think you better concentrate on your little children aerobic before you start dreaming about modern dance or latin dance. Dun be so greedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me ;-) XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-6103046401518994435?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6103046401518994435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=6103046401518994435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/6103046401518994435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/6103046401518994435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-school-musical-3.html' title='High School Musical 3'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-2194975226930649201</id><published>2008-11-08T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:03:20.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chipmunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clumsy'/><title type='text'>Clumsy Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pity Chipmunk who has a teacher like me... haha... As i mentioned before, we are practicing for year end concert. So the clumsy stuff that I did every week was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. The first week this teacher remember to bring all her laptop, cd but not ready with the steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Second week, ready with all steps and cd player but end up not bringing the cd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3. This week I did bring my laptop, cd and nice routine of steps.. but i forgot 'something'.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Guess what is the 'something' that i forgot?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Who gets the answer... Reward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;2 glasses of Milo ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; in mamak.. *sound so kedekut*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-2194975226930649201?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2194975226930649201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=2194975226930649201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2194975226930649201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2194975226930649201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/11/clumsy-me.html' title='Clumsy Me'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-2090933472572726361</id><published>2008-11-05T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:59:35.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ota"&gt;&lt;span id="otq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bonjour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of you all kept mention that wheneve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ota"&gt;&lt;span id="otq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;r I update my blog sure about food. So this time I will just upload and show you the food I ate last week Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This food was bought by Andrew and Joel from Thailand. Very special one you know.. Take aeroplane one ar.. I, myself also only sat aeroplane for one time which I couldn't recall the feel of it coz I was only 1 years old by then. Everyone seems to be curious about it and afraid to eat it. I am the first girl in the group who took and try it. Well no extra ordinary taste. It gave a feeling of Double Decker prawn cracker. Full with salt and no juicy thing come out when you bite it coz it is fried. I forgot to take picture of myself eating it. But I took Daniel's... haha..  Nice try and thanks to Andrew and Joel for this special food. Maybe one fine day I should travel to Thailand and try their fried grass hopper and some insect which not so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SRCMc6c067I/AAAAAAAAAFo/22W-qXSLJsc/s1600-h/Picture%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SRCMc6c067I/AAAAAAAAAFo/22W-qXSLJsc/s200/Picture%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264862392750500786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, the food that I ate was silk worm.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SRCMYETT7OI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ixKae3nexyg/s1600-h/Picture%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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I just came back from a very tiring activities but exciting. No no, i didn't go for jungle tracking or mount climbing. I think this one is more tiring than climbing the mountain. I went Bird Park with young children.. A place where we can see all the bird and enjoy God's creation like The SUN, birds, flora, and ok ok scenery. One teacher take care of 5-6 children and mine is as usual my little chipmunk known as the youngest. See name already know they are hyper, small, noisy and naughty. Multiply the chipmunk with 6.. Haha.. Nice or not? If you ever think bringing the youth out or having yourself under the sun for too long... Try to imagine you taking care of 6 naive children under the hot sun.. haha.. Think also wan to pengsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipmunk group listen to you but the word only remain inside their mind for 3-5 minutes and flew like the bird in the park. Shouting is essential to them but t does not work all the time. Not only pity me as a teacher who need to make sure they are not lost and end up living with the birds, I personally pity the birds too. They chase the birds all over the place.. Today is totally a bad day for the birds... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding a camera but no time to take pictures. Limited edition of picture from my camera. Will ask from Christine later. I personally enjoyed the entire outing although it is really draining my energy but it worth. More updates soon when i upload my pictures. Time for nap. Muakz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-2039399335323223657?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2039399335323223657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=2039399335323223657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2039399335323223657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2039399335323223657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids-kingdom-outing.html' title='Kid&apos;s Kingdom Outing'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-6279393698751803547</id><published>2008-10-18T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:27:46.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Programming</title><content type='html'>Back to the past for a little while. Have you ever being punish to write the same whole paragraph for many times? Well I did it before myself. My hand was so painful but need to write 50 times. My mistake was entering a chinese school. That is the reason why i choose english school after kindergarten. I personally hate writing. Moreover I am force to use my right hand when i am originally a left-hand person. Energy wise is obviously less than what my left hand have plus seeing a rotan beside me lagilah worst.. Hehe... Nightmare tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good if i learn programming earlier? I can save a lot of energy and time.. haha.. don't get what i mean? Click on the picture and you will know. (P.S: For those who is not programming literate, I'm sorry if you din get the joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SPjJOoqJ6MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nE5BEHDqKnY/s1600-h/comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SPjJOoqJ6MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nE5BEHDqKnY/s200/comic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258173818224634050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Short and sweet post. Bye diary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-6279393698751803547?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6279393698751803547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=6279393698751803547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/6279393698751803547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/6279393698751803547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/10/ponder.html' title='Programming'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SPjJOoqJ6MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nE5BEHDqKnY/s72-c/comic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-1296367918481171842</id><published>2008-10-13T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:59:10.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Another new semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SPIsyCSYGCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PjpNEjUpyX8/s1600-h/image200810110004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SPIsyCSYGCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PjpNEjUpyX8/s200/image200810110004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256312953213818914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 th October 2008 - It is the new beginning of my degree first year 3rd semester. This semester will be hectic because this will be the short sem which means 14 weeks study all put into 7 or 8 weeks. Oh no.. have to wake up early in the morning again. No more comfortable yet enough sleep again. Sadly this sem dun have any break in between which mean i hav less time for assignment and fun:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as many complaint that this blog is not update frequently, hehe... i agree with it. The reason I did not update blog is because i din go anywhere to search for nice food and nothing special happening around me during this holiday. Eat, sleep and online is my daily routine besides the few days of leader's retreat la.. Nothing much i would like to say about the retreat except that the chicken wing is super yummy *fullstop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid's kingdom is going to have their year end concert again.. I'm pretty nervous and can't wait till they stand on the stage smiling at me from there. I'm still thinking wat to perform although i already said i'm going to make them dance aerobic to the person in charge. My major worries and stuff that limit my idea is my little ones does not really know how to sing and can't read. But they say if possible have some performance that can connect and show their english skills. For me, if you read english word on stage, it doesn't look like performance anymore. Not fun.. Since the children have so much energy, might as well teach them to dance and jump around the stage... hahaha... But yet to finalize... Coz most of the aerobic song rythme is so complicated and not obvious changing steps.. My little ones are only 5 to 6 years old. If anyone have any idea, do email or comment to me, ok? Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep. Nite nite virtual diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-1296367918481171842?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1296367918481171842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=1296367918481171842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1296367918481171842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1296367918481171842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-new-semester.html' title='Another new semester'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SPIsyCSYGCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PjpNEjUpyX8/s72-c/image200810110004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-6572521892409113727</id><published>2008-09-09T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:25:02.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retreat'/><title type='text'>Teacher's Retreat</title><content type='html'>As i promised to keep my excitement until today I finally can share it out with all the time that I have to type out the whole retreat journey. Although I have another assignment, but don't care for now  :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well,  actually right i really want to Thank God for blessing me with this wonderful retreat. On Thursday night, I actually thought of telling the p.i.c that I can't make it for the retreat due to assignment. I couldn't sleep whole night and i keep rolling on my bed thinking whether to leave the assignment behind and play first then worry later or just let go the chance. I off my computer at 4am and end up sleeping at 6am. Well, my class is at 8.30.. so i need to wake up at 7.. One hour to sleep... Ok la i was really sleepy whole day in college but guess what.. God help me. He delay my assignment due date by one day!! At first i thought i was dreaming coz the time lecturer announce i was busy talking to avoid myself from falling asleep. My name was called many time that day because of talking non stop. Because of the delay, i can make it for the retreat. I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now retreat turn... This retreat is dedicated to the children church and Kid's kingdom teacher and helpers. This homestay located at Tanjung Sepat, Selangor. Well as for the teachers and helpers, we only pay RM50 for the whole thing. Others is RM100. So what is so exciting about this retreat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go inside the website and search for Ganofarm.. Well it look very boring and grandma place. Once you reach there.. haha the fun begins. For me this retreat is called as "Fei Lo Ship". Why ar? Coz lots of food lo... Once we reach there at about 2pm, we had our lunch at some place which look like a kampung shop lot.. those ulu-ulu place.. They serve chicken rice.. What is so special about chicken rice? KL also got plenty.. Their chicken rice is cheap and nice. Their chicken rice chilly is as nice as Nam Heong at Petaling Street and they are cheap. 8 person order two plate of half chicken with "siew yok" and "char siew".. only RM40 got change. In KL, your wallet dun have RM55 or more.. dun think can leave the place. Finish chicken rice, Uncle Mike bought 1kg of duku and 1kg of duku langsat. Finish all one shot. Chicken rice, duku and duku langsat is not enough.. must order their coffee. Syok gila especially for me who whole week dun have good night sleep dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we check in to the homestay. At 4pm, tea break. Serve 4 kind of pau.. Vege pau, Meat pau, "Tau sa pau" and kaya pau. Famous in that town. Everyone say nice but i dun have the room to fit in :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the pau session, we visited some keropok factory, there we get to see how they make our ubi kayu keropok and free flow of trying various product from the shop. Everyone is enjoying themself. Then we go back hotel to put down all our purchases and go dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm is our dinner time.. First dish, clam.. continue wit sting ray, fish ball, prawn, vege, oyster egg.. ok thought done.. ready to go back.. Suprise, last dish is Crab.. Wow, all plates are clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SMaUUtAMKCI/AAAAAAAAADA/_nuXtZjFNAE/s1600-h/C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SMaUUtAMKCI/AAAAAAAAADA/_nuXtZjFNAE/s200/C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244041899518208034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm reach hotel, we had a short sharing session on how to do personal devotion. But my table end up discussing and focusing on Jesus. How ar.. emm very hard to explain until i found the picture i post it up. It is fun to be with the young ones. Sharing time was great that night although we kind of out of the topic.. but they learn soemthing else which related to God also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SMajBiJ-LTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DSPj0ObtBgM/s1600-h/p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SMajBiJ-LTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DSPj0ObtBgM/s200/p.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058062863346994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 9.30, supper is serve... Our supper is steamboat.. Serve wit plenty of common steamboat item and unlimited supply of various mushroom. Well ganofarm is a place where the plant mushroom actually. While most of them busy eating, we have a karaoke session. Singing, laughing and dancing happily. With all the funny funny action from young to adults.. Everyone is enjoying themselve during the karaoke session. Well this karaoke is an open air area.. at first we are afraid that we might disturb ppl sleeping.. mana tahu is a wrong thoughts. We end up singing until 12.30.. Haha.. will post picture when i have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning we all have to wake up at 7am coz breakfast is serve at 8am. Breakfast we get to try the Bak Kut Teh.. Fantastic!! It taste better than Taman Midah Bak Kut Teh and I am yet to try Klang Bak Kut Teh. Here, they even serve us fish paste and fish slice which i enjoy so much. I over eat this time coz i ate two plate of rice. After breakfast, we again walk to near by shop for a cup of coffee.. Yummy.. I also bought myself some beautiful lantern. Due to left one car driver who crave for coffee and have 10 passenger.. Xan En, myself and one aunty walk back to the homestay. Half way, aunty change place wit aunty jennifer. One our way, we saw big big sun flower, long lady finger, papaya, coconut and lots of mango. Haha.. we actually pluck some from the tree and the owner just smile at us. So we jus say thank you and continue to walk back. One thing really amazed me is that every house gate is open wide.. My wide as in front pagar open and the inner page open too with no one inside the living hall.  I think, i can simply walk in and sit on their sofa anytime i wan without them notice me. Wondering why no thief go inside wan.? If in KL, open 1 hour is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us were almost late for the service. After service, we go back room to pack up and check out. Then we continue our next journey to coffee factory. I personally see how ppl make coffee powder. So many process and so hot there.. Free tasting too.. I bought some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we go for our lovely lunch at 1pm. Lunch, and they serve 9 dishes.. Tauhu, fishball, fish, prawn,clam, osyter egg, fried mushroom, cray fish and one more i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they brought us to Langsat farm. There, they teach us how they harvest the langsat and pineapple plus why they put the net around the area. To avoid bat... Get to buy some langsat and pineapple ice cream too. Sweet and juicy.. Last destination is dragon fruit farm. Besides dragon fruit, they have passion fruit. The major attractive is our friend, Mr Baboon. He is clever yet "ham sap". Mr Baboon knows how to smoke and he knows how to entertain us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of our trip...&lt;br /&gt;By reading, I dun think you all will get the fun and excitement in this trip. Go experience it yourself. Not only about food but about the life outside city. Cool and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the one day extra time to do assignment, I get to enjoy so much. What i cherish the most personally is the time I had with the younger one and some of the uncle and aunty. They are fun and loving. Thank God for them. Learned a lot and refresh me inside and outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-6572521892409113727?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6572521892409113727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=6572521892409113727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/6572521892409113727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/6572521892409113727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/09/teachers-retreat.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Retreat'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SMaUUtAMKCI/AAAAAAAAADA/_nuXtZjFNAE/s72-c/C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-3382057376425662609</id><published>2008-09-07T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:32:20.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retreat'/><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>Hello, I just came back from a teacher's retreat at Tanjung Sepat this evening. I have so much to share about this trip and i can't wait to share.... but tonight and tomorrow i will also need to rush my c++ assignment which i need to hand out on Tuesday before 7pm.. Seems like i have to control my excitement and be patience until tuesday night. people (need to small letter coz capital is copy righted dy by someone) do wait for my updates.&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-3382057376425662609?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3382057376425662609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=3382057376425662609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/3382057376425662609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/3382057376425662609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/09/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-9162091913321941472</id><published>2008-08-05T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:24:34.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>My mind is floating now. I did some diploma math. I hate it when i am force to do last minute work. But blood is thicker than water. Have to help no matter what. Here, go click the link and see my brother dancing on stage. This is Kelvin and not Esmund. Don't mistaken.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWwJYUujbPc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-9162091913321941472?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/9162091913321941472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=9162091913321941472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/9162091913321941472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/9162091913321941472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/08/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-8492558047673999704</id><published>2008-07-18T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:28:27.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Dear diary, did you miss me? Honestly, for the past few week I feel so lazy and totally no mood to update my blog. Too many stuff that happen to me every single day and I have learned so much from it. I believe that i grow stronger with all the ups and downs in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my house, dark cloud are all over due to "Times up" but our heart and soul is not ready yet. I already cut down a lot of activities and spending to minimize the clouds. I make less noise and shoot less needles. I'm wondering sometimes, if this time ends.. will the dark cloud blow away or it will still remain there forever? I pray that it will turn to happy and bright shinning sky. I want back my ordinary life, i miss the girl that i once knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, college life for this semester was tough as i need to face maths again. I used to have this mind set that after form 5 i no longer need to study math and memorize all the formula. But this is a totally wrong mind set. Today, the math is twice harder than what i have learned in secondary or even diploma. I have to imagine the number!! My test coming up on Tuesday and I wish that i could understand the way and logic before Monday. Need to add oil. Besides that, I was also caught in plagiarism case. Definition find yourself. I'm found guilty for giving out my work to another party without knowing or with knowing. People curi also i guilty, I give ppl also i guilty... What kind of logic is that? I did my own assignment!! Only thing is ppl took it. An assignment which cause me didn't sleep well for a week and finally score 12 which is a B+ is canceled out totally. So sad:-( The bad news is that now as i need to redo the assignment the maximum point i will get is a D. I don't know how am i gonna explain to my dad with this kind of grade. My result is never ever lower than a B grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in church, nth much happen.. YAW was awesome. The drama team did a good job but the bad thing is my accessories that i lend out is never being return back to me!! My lash curler, my comb, my clothes, my nail polish and earring. Please return back people. This is not school perfomance where after the thing can take everything home and make it your belongings. I know it is not expensive.. But mine is mine. Be a good example people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I miss shopping very much. I want to go for shopping spreeeeeeee...... But have to collect money for something more important first. Ok la I'm gonna stop here coz daddy coming back soon and tomorrow is ICCG. If i can wake up i will go for dim sum then go support Daniel and the team. Else i will go jewelry fair in the afternoon.. I want a bracelet. My perlini silver one broken dy... Bye diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-8492558047673999704?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8492558047673999704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=8492558047673999704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8492558047673999704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8492558047673999704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-932447145485809730</id><published>2008-06-15T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:00:49.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried</title><content type='html'>Many of you must be wondering why suddenly this post title so sad pop up in my blog. What happen to Cherie? Someone bully her? Problem arise? Well I'm not crying because I'm sad.. But it is known as the tears of joy. Actually what happen was I went to my little brother blog and read his new post. Half way reading, my tears start flowing down. It is very touching and reflect a lot of memories to me. I wouldn't believe that this lovely yet touching post is truly wrote by my brother.  This post is about my daddy and he specially dedicate for him on Father's Day. I'm not sure daddy read it or not. But I will show him one day when my brother is not around the house. Don't want to make him shy and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here.. the link to read the post that make Cherie cry. http://www.wretch.cc/blog/xiaomun5425/3881351&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not much to dedicate to my daddy this year. Besides cooking dinner and give him a big bear hug plus a kiss. Love you daddy and Happy Daddy Day. Lastly, Happy Father's Day to all the daddy/papa/father/grandpa in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-932447145485809730?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/932447145485809730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=932447145485809730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/932447145485809730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/932447145485809730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cried.html' title='I cried'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-7363950774729645836</id><published>2008-06-14T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:55:44.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Me: Good Morning children.&lt;br /&gt;Children: Good Morning teacher....&lt;br /&gt;Me: How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;Children: I'm fine. Thank you Teacher Cherie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The above is the first and foremost conversation that most teacher in Kid's Kingdom will use to make the children talk and learn how to greet in the respective class. I've been serving there for almost 2 years plus now... Since March 2006... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so fast.. Seeing my first and second batch kids grow and shouting teacher from a far. Yeah this year is the third batch and my class change name from Stage 1A to Chipmunk. Chipmunk/ 1A is the youngest children in the entire Kid's Kingdom. Their age is average 5,6 and 7. Most of them don't know how to write and read. So my duty and purpose there is to teach them how to write from A to Z, read and know the simple word like apple, ball, cat, dog, elephant and etc. Adding to that, I need to know the malay term for these words to explain to them like ball is bola and stuff like that. Besides that they will also learn some simple song from me.. haha.. Actually it used to be a poem but I change it to some song and movement to make them easily memorize the word. This idea came when I was in secondary school. As usual, Our sejarah text book is super hard to read and it is a nightmare before exam. So every time exam I told myself "How I wish that I can come out with a song to memorize all the facts here". Yeah I did it for my little children now. They even perform on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipmunk is the youngest yet the most noisy in KK. So asking them to keep their volume lower is a MUST and every end of two session my voice sure very soft. Pamper them is a job to do especially to make them finish their work and sometimes when they cry because of quarrel with friends or mother is not around the area. Thank God that I can teach writing with my both hand and Thank God for granting me the patience to stand some of the kids. I love small children but sometimes really need to sound them or don't give them sticker at the end of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the two session, normally my face or t-shirt will be colorful. Wondering why? This is the result from sharpening average 30 color pencil per session and the small small piece of leads stick to my hand. So when i move my fringe with hand, some will stick on my face or drop onto my t-shirt. That's the reason why my face is colorful. Lastly, cold shower and cold ice water is a must after KK. Plus, I will end up spending three to four hours of sleep cause all my energy used up in 3 hour of teaching and pampering small kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SFN0U3zr_YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TkpUewPJzZM/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SFN0U3zr_YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TkpUewPJzZM/s200/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211637095724744066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My artwork with right hand on the first session. I did it together with my little children. They are also colouring the same picture. A lion carrying a happy mouse under the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SFN0Vw2A14I/AAAAAAAAACY/CljwhwCoutc/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SFN0Vw2A14I/AAAAAAAAACY/CljwhwCoutc/s200/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211637111035320194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My second artwork of the day. I coloured this with my left hand. Did it during the second session when all of them is colouring the lion and the mouse picture.&lt;br /&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/1179832986893465659-7363950774729645836?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7363950774729645836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=7363950774729645836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7363950774729645836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7363950774729645836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-kingdom.html' title='Kid&apos;s Kingdom'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SFN0U3zr_YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TkpUewPJzZM/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-8646325863413961383</id><published>2008-06-10T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:54:07.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    As all of us know that petrol price raise 41% which is not a good thing for us as a driver. But we can't do anything beside cut down our expenses and outing involve car. Most of us already planning for a car pool schedule or taking public transport as a alternative. I was thinking of taking public to college also but when i think further.. It is a wrong idea to come up with. Imagine me walking to Taman Midah bus stop for around 15 to 20 minutes. Then wait for a bus to go Taman Maluri Lrt station. Next take Lrt to Bukit Jalil station and wait for Apiit shutter bus. How long will it take to college from my house? More over it is like turning a big big round to college with me wearing partial formal. Oh no Crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Below is one of the email I got from my friend. I'm not sure how true is this information. But people, no harm trying it especially for me who live near to two petrol station and i have bad habit to smell petrol. I know it is not good for my health. Plus I don't mind standing longer to fill up my tank although it is slow but imagine you are feeding your car. You, yourself also love to enjoy the moment of eating. So why don't let your car enjoy the moment too.. I know la you all must be thinking like "this Cherie mind is not fully grown, imagining car as a living stuff".  Haha.. Dun care la.. my time or your time. I willing to reduce my sleeping time to feed my car. No different between sleeping and feeding my car cause both also consider as waste time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:blue;"  &gt;TIPS ON FILLING YOUR CAR(S) (Good information)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        I don't know what you guys are paying for petrol... But here in Durban we are also paying higher, up to RM7.35 per liters. But my line of work is in petroleum for about 31 years now, so here are some tricks to get more of your money worth for every litre. Here at the Marian Hill Pipeline where I work in Durban , we deliver about 4 million litres in a 24-hour period through the pipeline. One day is diesel the next day is jet fuel, and petrol, LRP and Unleaded. We have 34-storage tanks here with a total capacity of 16,800,000 liters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        Only buy or fill up your car or bikes in the early morning when the ground temperature is still cold. Remember that all service stations have their storage tanks buried below ground. The colder the ground the more dense the fuel, when it gets warmer petrol expands, so buying in the afternoon or in the evening... Your litre is not exactly a litre. In the petroleum business, the specific grav ity and the temperature of the petrol, diesel and jet fuel, ethanol and other petroleum products plays an important role. A 1-degree rise in temperature is a  big deal for this business. But the service stations do not have temperature compensation at the pumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     When you're filling up do not squeeze the trigger of the nozzle to a fast mode. If you look you will see that the trigger has three (3) stages:  low, middle, and high. In slow mode you should be pumping on low speed, thereby minimizing the vapours that are created while you are pumping. All hoses at the pump have a vapour return. If you are pumping on the fast rate, some of the liquid that goes to your tank becomes vapour. Those vapours are being sucked up and back into the underground storage tank so you're getting less worth for your money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      One of the most important tips is to fill up when your tank is HALF FULL. The reason for this is, the more fuel you have in your tank the less air occupying its empty space. Petrol evaporates faster than you can imagine. Petroleum storage tanks have an internal floating roof. This roof serves as zero clearance between the petrol and the atmosphere, so it minimizes the evaporation. Unlike service stations, here where I work, every truck that we load is temperature compensated so that every litre is actually the exact amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another reminder, if there is a fuel truck pumping into the storage tanks when you stop to buy, DO NOT fill up most likely the petrol/diesel is being stirred up as the fuel is being delivered, and you might pick up some of the dirt that normally settles on the bottom.  Hope this will help you get the most value for your money&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/1179832986893465659-8646325863413961383?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8646325863413961383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=8646325863413961383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8646325863413961383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8646325863413961383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/06/petrol.html' title='Petrol'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-1529370594644581143</id><published>2008-06-05T19:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:55:47.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of May 2008</title><content type='html'>Well I think pictures speak a thousand words... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting Trip with college mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfNb3z3KMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-kMlhssZZvU/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfNb3z3KMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-kMlhssZZvU/s200/Picture+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208357372798904514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roomies at Genting. Opps my sleepy look. We struggle to open our eyes to take picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfNcHz3KNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ts-XzsySVcg/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfNcHz3KNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ts-XzsySVcg/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208357377093871826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presenting Mr LC and Mr Wai King. Candid camera while at the food court. The food there is terrible. I rather pay more to eat fast food than to eat the food in that food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfNcXz3KOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0hZxzJ1k_f0/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfNcXz3KOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0hZxzJ1k_f0/s200/Picture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208357381388839138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Partial group picture. I disappointed cause din manage to take one complete group picture. Keep forgetting and not much chances. Sorry people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfNcnz3KPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ib4AHnGZlYI/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfNcnz3KPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ib4AHnGZlYI/s200/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208357385683806450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opps.. where is another two monkey? The answer is "They went back to hotel room because of cold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I enjoy the entire trip although we din manage to go out to outdoor which make me feel so bad towards one of my friend who first time go Genting Highland. First day wanted to go, but when everything settle down like hotel and stomach, the rain pour down. Second day was kind of lucky that we din pay for outdoor.. The rain and storm was scary. My first experience to Casino is nice and it really open up my eye when i see the people treating the colorful chip like a plastic instead of cash behind it. Maybe they are rich.. I dun know but it is scary lo.. Especially when i see one aunty three time straight in one day. Everytime i see her, she is wearing different clothes which mean she did leave the casino to bath and eat. But then her way of gambling is not one chip for one game but spreading stack of chip all over the table plus not only one round but all round. If i'm not mistaken, one round she gamble more than RM250. SCARY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hillsong United Concert 2008 at GTPJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfP9nz3KUI/AAAAAAAAABY/i00O2EGDkaY/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfP9nz3KUI/AAAAAAAAABY/i00O2EGDkaY/s200/Picture+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208360151642745154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josiah molesting Daniel at GTPJ. But both of them so cute and happy in this picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfP8Xz3KQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YpgA4UfpWK4/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfP8Xz3KQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YpgA4UfpWK4/s200/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208360130167908610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel kena bully by Hai Yen.. Haha.. He is always the victim. But nevermind. He seldom get angry no matter what.  The picture shows it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfP83z3KRI/AAAAAAAAABA/2KBaqDwFNLU/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfP83z3KRI/AAAAAAAAABA/2KBaqDwFNLU/s200/Picture+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208360138757843218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hooray, I'm standing among the pretty girls. Jealous?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfP9Hz3KTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3ubpGlBFTuY/s1600-h/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfP9Hz3KTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3ubpGlBFTuY/s200/Picture+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208360143052810546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little sister Christine and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfP9Hz3KSI/AAAAAAAAABI/7XsY4mIXfA8/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfP9Hz3KSI/AAAAAAAAABI/7XsY4mIXfA8/s200/Picture+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208360143052810530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Hai Yen and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfUt3z3KVI/AAAAAAAAABg/ixVld9TZwQQ/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfUt3z3KVI/AAAAAAAAABg/ixVld9TZwQQ/s200/Picture+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208365378617944402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enlarge to spot Christine. Her face is ngam ngam nice to spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfUuHz3KWI/AAAAAAAAABo/0TyZAcoGsII/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfUuHz3KWI/AAAAAAAAABo/0TyZAcoGsII/s200/Picture+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208365382912911714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beatrice and I. Behind scene is more attractive actually. Long lost brothers i guess&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfUuHz3KXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ukl1sZ8ruY8/s1600-h/Picture+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfUuHz3KXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ukl1sZ8ruY8/s200/Picture+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208365382912911730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is suppose to be a group cool shoot. Ended up everyone have their own pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfUuXz3KYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2TyRc2iOYGc/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfUuXz3KYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2TyRc2iOYGc/s200/Picture+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208365387207879042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presenting Piggy Jo and Bubu after tired jumping and worship God at GTPJ&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfXOXz3KaI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKp-hXlOXjQ/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfXOXz3KaI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKp-hXlOXjQ/s200/Picture+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208368135986948514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piggy Jo, Daniel Kor and Joshua Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfUunz3KZI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZhJ-fe0MGys/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfUunz3KZI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZhJ-fe0MGys/s200/Picture+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208365391502846354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All waiting for Mamak Session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The whole concert was awesome. I'm sweating all over and my hair is obviously messy. One bad stuff is that my ear drum is soon gonna burst... The bass and drum is so loud, more over my standing place is near the speaker. I still feel the effect even when I reach home. That night i eventually end up don't really get a good nite sleep coz i drank too much water. Beside sharing wit Hai Yen the whole Joel's bottle water, I also drank two cups of limau ice, one cup of plain water and half glass of 100 plus.&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/1179832986893465659-1529370594644581143?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1529370594644581143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=1529370594644581143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1529370594644581143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1529370594644581143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-may-2008.html' title='End of May 2008'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAq2jerQH_0/SEfNb3z3KMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-kMlhssZZvU/s72-c/Picture+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-5446543976155804625</id><published>2008-05-23T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:48:43.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappear from virtual world</title><content type='html'>I've been disappear from the virtual world for two days!! I feel so lost when this morning Joel and Daniel told me what happen to the stupid stalker who have no life and could be too desperate of love. I pity Elizabeth for putting her trust to this so called "friend" who at the end of the day will spread their conversation and some of her daily thoughts to the whole friends list in the internet just because he is not satisfied with the way she don't accept his so called "LOVE". What kind of guy are you who fire back when your tackle or good deeds got rejected? Do you think the people around her will trust you just by your little posting? No brain! What do he get at the end of the day beside his own satisfaction? You idiot spoil your own image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One rain session on Wednesday evening spoil my mini tv in my room, auto gate and my very precious  and old phone... I wonder why my phone rosak.. I did not plug in to the charger while raining.. I only sms my brother who was at college only.. NO connection to anything.. Can thunder strike transmitted through air? I really have no idea at all!! So frustrated when it happen in the middle of the night i found out that my handphone was spoiled. I'm total lost with time, i have no alarm clock to wake me up in the next morning and I have no contact number to ask anyone. In my room I don't like to put a clock because if that particular night i can't sleep I will end up counting the clock ticking until the next bright morning. Plus I don't keep alarm clock for spare... This actually make me realize how important a handphone to my daily life. The next day is my exam and i couldn't find any alarm or human alarm to wake me up. I know I could not trust Daniel for time stuff... Sorry la but really hard for me to depend on you to wake me up since you also always depend on me to wake you up.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you need to really to wake up the next morning because of an important exam without phone alarm or people calling or normal alarm? Hehe.. I thank God that on thursday morning the important football match was on and in the middle of the night i heard my brother switch on the light. So i quickly run down and ask him for his phone.. haha what a good sister this time... took the one and only phone from brother... I desperately need a new phone now... I'm still waiting for the coming sony ericsson k760i... I want that phone.. I don't care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday exam was horrible. For the first time, I lack of time to answer all the questions. There are four questions in that whole exam paper. 25 minutes before time up, I am still doing half way of my question 3.. So scary!! My hand was sweating excessively as usual and my hand numb already after writing non stop for the pass one and the half hour. Moreover the first question third part i still left it blank and the last question not yet touch.. Arrrr... so scary.. My nervous stop 3 minutes before the time out. I manage to write all the known and unknown answer but the entire paper handwriting is in mess. I hope my lecturer. the second marker and the third marker can read my ugly and messy handwriting about the last question. I write non sense a lot at the last part because i don't expect heuristic part will come out. Wrong move all together. This semester is the worst semester i ever had in APIIT so far. I hope next semester will be far more better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have decided to change course from web development to computing. Reason is that I want to learn C++ and I doubt my ability in ASP... So I pray hard that when i approach the program leader on next Wednesday or Thursday, I won't get shoot or scolding from her and I hope she will approve my transfer. So many minor stress occurs this few days.. but i'm still looking forward to the holiday trips that I will have.. Hooray! Can't wait until Monday.. Pray for good weather and save journey please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Bye dear virtual diary. Time for me to disturb Joel and Daniel in their own ps2 world.. haha... Get back to you later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-5446543976155804625?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5446543976155804625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=5446543976155804625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/5446543976155804625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/5446543976155804625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/05/disappear-from-virtual-world.html' title='Disappear from virtual world'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-936288098792358705</id><published>2008-05-20T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:36:56.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Japanese Name</title><content type='html'>I don't know either this is true or not.. But I find it very funny when I  translate my English Name according to the instruction below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the instructions, add your name on the list and simply spell out your name using the given Japanese letter- translations below. Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;A - ka&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;F - lu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;K - me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;P - no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;U - do&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Z - zi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;B - tu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;G - ji&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;L - ta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Q - ke&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;V - ru&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;C - mi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;H - ri&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;M - rin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;R - shi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;W - mei&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;D - te&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I - ki&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;N - to&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;S - ari&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;X - na&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;E - ku&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;J - zu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;O - mo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;T - chi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Y - fu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherie&lt;/span&gt;- Mirikushikiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The translation of my name makes it sound like a baby who just learned how to talk..  hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;But I'm having fun translating peoples name.. Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esmund&lt;/span&gt;- Kuaririndotote (In malay, kuari rindu tote. So cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;- Arikirinmochi (Mochi.. a type of food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;- Mirishikiarichikitoku (So long... Do you think parent will put such a name for their child? Teacher and friends will have hard time to call this girl name. Haha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;- Tekatokikuta (So many T's and K's plus with all the vowel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;- Zumokuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;- Shikamirikuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It think that's all for this little post. Bye dearest diary..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-936288098792358705?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/936288098792358705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=936288098792358705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/936288098792358705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/936288098792358705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-japanese-name.html' title='My Japanese Name'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-1536076275245509210</id><published>2008-05-15T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:20:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Step</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been awhile since the first time this blog thingy stuck in my mind. But too bad, I was too lazy to search for my gmail address and password until yesterday when I really get my mind into cleaning my entire room. I found a piece of paper written on year 2003 about this gmail stuff. My aunt is the one who introduce me to gmail as you all know very well that gmail needs invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i mention just now, I found this paper when i was cleaning my room. Yeah, I spend 5 hours for this little tiring activities just to occupy my free time.  A lot of stuff like Apiit slides and notes is so tempting for me to throw all off but my dad said keep it just in case your brother need it or for your own reference in the future. So by that short phrase of word, I ended up keep the entire stack into my cupboard again. Time to collect dust... I used to keep my primary and secondary notes because of the same reason. Too bad until today, my brother do not even bother or even touch it even though i always tell him i have a lot of sample notes for him . He is now graduate from secondary yet my primary note is still here nicely keeping for the sack of him to so called "reference". I think it is time to throw all the primary and secondary notes and start collecting Apiit notes for him. What a privilege to have a sister like me... *Opps..praising myself. Sorry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I manage to wake up early for a purpose *FOOD*. Yeah, I went alone to Petaling Street to eat Nam Heong Chicken rice. After eating, i visited a few pet shop trying to search for a rabbit similar to my Bit Bit.. I miss Bit Bit and i planning to buy one almost similar to Bit Bit but until now i can't find a similar ones... I want a partner at home:-( I want a partner-in-crime who will gang up with me to bully my brother like how Bit Bit used to be. I need someone to play with me when I bored at home. After pet shop, I walk around petaling street.. Normally I can find a lot of funny or cute stuff there.. But today, i din manage to see one.. I wonder why.. Anyway, I din get to walk long and go for second round of food coz daddy keep urging me to go home. So the whole trip I only manage to get myself an earrings hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better stop here for my first entry. I want to catch up with badminton tournament on tv live now.. Then later will be going out to celebrate Hai Yen's Birthday. See you my little virtual diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-1536076275245509210?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1536076275245509210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=1536076275245509210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1536076275245509210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1536076275245509210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-step.html' title='First Step'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-7328473664815329031</id><published>2006-03-06T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:50:58.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!190" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800080;"&gt;Well, this is  my first blog of the year... Give some cheer to myself for being so  hardworking today.&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_tongue.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This few months, I'm so  lazy to write blog and there are too many thing that actually happen and  change again and again in my life... But if I wrote down everthing here  everyday. Then it will be very boring to read already coz it is like a  daily diary. So I choose to read it once in a blue moon ( actually add  with my lazyness n busy bee also la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt; Well, being away from my  paradise home is actually a very hard time for me coz I'm always home  sick. I miss my room's design and my air cond... I alway wanted to sneak  back to my room and have a good sleep there since the weather now is  terriblely burning my skin. I even miss my brother coz it have been a  long time we din pillow fight and 'remote control' track 'n field. I wan  to battle!! hehehe....I'm so naughty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; Now, I'm a second  semester student (actually this is the last week for 2nd sem) hehehe...  As for APIIT's culture, assignment is always taking our time off. Our  assignment though lots will say can finish in one day time, but as for  me who always like to read back, I will actually keep on adding.  Therefore, my assignment is always not finish forever.. My 2nd semester  subject is ok but only thing is i dun have proper place to study. At  popo's house, there's no peaceful and quiet place for me to study. TV  and music is always in the air. Popo like tv while cousin always wit  music.. Haihz.. Hope I can get my house faster.. I wan a non sound  pollution day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt; About my life so far,  well, I enjoyed every single day although there's alway ups n downs but  that is wat we so called as life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is like a  roller coaster!! &lt;/span&gt;Sad time, happy time, sweet time, anger times,  busy days, boring times, tired days, quarrel times, noisy hours,  exciting seconds and everything is always a moment and challenges for me  everyday. As for me, I always face this challenges wit a positive mind  and hearts. Coz I know it is a time/period for me to learn and grow to  become a better person that ones should be. And I know that I have many  supporters behind the scene. I have my honey mummy, my darling, my  aunties, my cool and naughty cousins, all my frens and the most  important, My Heavenly Father who will always watch over me, supports  me, cheer me up when I'm down, cover me when I'm weak, bless me, and  more. They really filled my life wit meanings and colours. Thank you  all. Love you all so much.&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_regular.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     A&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;re u boring wit my blog  now?? If yes, then so sorry. If no, then it's too bad coz that's all for  now... Hehe... I should stop here before somebody fall asleep in front  of the computer.. Tata and Have a nice day. Gambate!! GBU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Chiow, Cherie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-7328473664815329031?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7328473664815329031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=7328473664815329031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7328473664815329031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7328473664815329031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-life-so-far.html' title='My life so far'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-2503151353607342443</id><published>2005-12-31T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:58:55.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post for year 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!183" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Today is the last day for year 2005.. Yeah,  seems like this year, the time passes so fast when we ponder forward..  But in the fact, it is not... Just because the year 2005 almost end, u  will say that..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;Well, actually it's a tough year for  me.. Where I need to do a lot of choice that will actually change my  entire life history. I gone through a lot of ups and downs. My life  change totally.!! I'm now belongs to a religion family. I'm now consider  as away from home. I'm now going through a so called as college life..  and lots more.. Year 2005 is just like a roller coaster for me where  trouble n problem come non-stop. Family problem, inner-self problem,  future study problem and many more.... Wow can't believe I gone through  so much this year. But Thank God that HE actually heard my prayers.. I  would never gone through all this hard time if i'm without HIM. Wanna  gave all the praises and honor to Him here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, not to forget the fun time I  have wit my church friend, college friend, ex-school mate, outside  friend, my best pals in Pandan Jaya and many more. You guys really  enlighten me whenever I'm down. But I wonder how u guys actually know  when i'm sad ar..? I always happy n cheer up every single day in front  of u all, but you guys jus know when to cover me..and ask me those weird  weird question until I feel like crying already.. Thank you all of you  for being there with me in year 2005. Wish that this will continue  forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bye for now la.. Rushing to fetch  Joel Yap now. We're going to Daniel Lim's house for countdown party plus  fellowship and welcoming the upcoming form 5 cg this year..  God Bless  You all out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993366;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR.. May the peace of  God continue to bless you next year... Bye bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-2503151353607342443?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2503151353607342443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=2503151353607342443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2503151353607342443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2503151353607342443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-post-for-year-2005.html' title='Last post for year 2005'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-8403668391835164986</id><published>2005-12-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:57:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Miss U, APIIT KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!166" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;UCTI?? TPM?? Can I say NO to it..?? I dun wish  to move my campus to TPM...I wan my food at KL city and all my  convenience stuff..like shopping when break time is there..Snacks...  Loiter...Stationaries.. Magazine and many more.. &lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_cry.gif" /&gt; But actually  there is always some advantage and disadvantage for everything. The good  thing is that I can go swimming again already.. I mean at Bukit Jalil. I  really miss my KDE swimming pool, I wish that one day i'll have the  mood to drive all the way there for swimming...And relax at such a green  environment..hehe..Imagine.. so cooling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800080;"&gt;I'm wondering how my time will be if  we all move there...all my classmate will miss their 'Ah Sou' so much...  Miss their battle in Dota..Miss their paradise of food... Miss their  Kotaraya Pool... Miss their everything that available to us now..  haha..sorry to mention ur sad stuff..But I have to confess it out  to make myself feels better..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;In TPM, everything needs car.. without  a car, we will ended up in McAPIIT always. Though in TPM, I will have a  lot of fun with the sport facilities that available in Bukit Jalil..  But my expenses will increase for sure. Need to start saving next year  liao... This month can't start saving coz need to buy present for my  family n friends.. Its Christmas season!! The fun begins in me everytime  even Christmas is still far away..jus like last year, my christmas mood  started b4 my SPM..wat a playful one... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well guys, is it really a good choice  when APIIT KL go to APIIT TPM..? Will our schedule be change.? Do send  me some comments on this question plz...I wish to get some opinion n  complain from u all...hahaha... Thank you and i think that's all for  today...Tata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.:11.15:.&lt;/span&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/1179832986893465659-8403668391835164986?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8403668391835164986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=8403668391835164986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8403668391835164986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8403668391835164986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/12/will-miss-u-apiit-kl.html' title='Will Miss U, APIIT KL'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-2937105319873988250</id><published>2005-12-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:57:03.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NightMare..!! ..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#008080;"&gt;Haihz..as i wrote in my previous  blog, I'm in my nightmare wit that 'buffalo' again&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_sniff.gif" /&gt;...This could  be my hardest nightmare in my college life that she is in my group again  and again. As in my last experience, our drama group already have so  much war happening. All sort of XXX word come out from her mouth toward  us and our MR. Clock lecturer. She even can fight wit one of my guy  classmate in APIIT in front of the lecturers summore.I wonder what will  actually happen to me and two of my group members with her..haha.. Yeah,  most of u will say ALL GIRL GROUP IS EASY TO HANDLE. But the fact is  that she isn't an ordinary 'gal' who will obey and accept ur idea or  opinions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;Our fren here is the type that wan  to conduct the whole group with her own ideas and opinions. The best  partner for her is those who are silent and patient plus no fresh ideas  at all. For example, the small kiddy who is so cute n adorable plus  innocent. But so sorry to say that we are not that type. Although we are  all younger than her by one or two years but we are not dump on giving  ideas n opinions. Actually, one thing bout me is that, i won't bother  wat other ppl do on me or watever. Jus that they dun mess wit my life  and not too over, I'm ok and fine wit it. If not, he/she is gonna be  dead wit me.&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_wink.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;In fact, I'm feeling better after i  volunteer to be the leader of the group. Unfortunately, this kind of  satisfaction can't last long after all. Just last Thurday, in my  Malaysian Studies class, my second thought approach me. As in APIIT  rules, assignment normally be done in a group, so do in this subject.  But wat actually happen that day is that, she go and fight back the  lecturer that she wan to do it individually. She comes out with all sort  of 'crabs' where all of us got freak out by her and feel like whecking  her. In these case, it shown me the negative part of having her in my  group. How can I handle her blast when a lecturer actually can't handle  her as well?? I really have doubt in my ability on leading the group  now. Last group co-operation, I still have the guys to cover me  but  now, OMG we are all alone. Hope that 3 GIRLS POWER or GIRL TOLERANCE  do  works on her..haha.. Or else, we will end up  with World War III. (I  know most of u now will be laughing at this post. But dun worry,  actually I'm laughing all alone here also) I really pray that this doubt  will actually fate away very soon and the war won't happen between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All the best, Cherie, Charmaine  and  Nazima.&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/1179832986893465659-2937105319873988250?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2937105319873988250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=2937105319873988250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2937105319873988250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2937105319873988250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/12/nightmare.html' title='NightMare..!! ..!!'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-894050459030587807</id><published>2005-11-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:49:47.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is 'Malaysian' Culture??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!162" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800080;"&gt;Yesterday, my Information System teacher put us  into a group of four for our incourse assignment. I wonder whether it  is a fate or wat...I'm wit her again...Oh Man, this time I'm gonna sick  wit her if i din stay cool jus like my drama group in Practical English  where the whole group quarrel wit her. She is the kind of person who  love to take fully control and dun like ppl to fix her mistake even she  is the one who is wrong.. Well, maybe this time I should be consider  lucky that yesterday I'm brave enough to volunteer as a leader in my  group. I wonder how and wat will we end up if she would have be our  leader..Maybe good but i'm very sure the whole is fully  controlled by her..We have no chance to give out our idea coz she alway  dun accept as we can see so far. Pray that the world war III won't  happen this time..I dun wan!! However, I will try my best to do the best  result and be fair to everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, I went to renew mycard at Salak South branch.  I woke up at 5.40 am. I dun feel like waking up this morning. I'm  really reallly sleepy coz yesterday i slept very early. I slept at 2  something in the morning...hehe...consider early rite??  I reach there  at 6.15 am since my mum said if late we need to wait for a  long time.  I'm the second one. Once the door is open, all the ppl is rushing in.  There are lots of ppl who cut the queue. I hate this kind of ppl. Do  they know wat is queue up..Plz la, be more understanding a bit la..Ppl  wake up so early n queue up early in the morning, they jus came n jus  cut like that. Tak tahu malu betul until behide ppl scold also they act  deaf. Goodness, wat kind of attitude is that?? They never tolerate, wat  if next time themself got back this situation? For sure they will feel  the same way too jus like the ppl who's actually behind me this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;After finish the whole procedure,  it's around 9 am. I went back home and sleep again since my class today  starts at 1.45 pm. Too tired and can't afford to betrate my sleeping  time this time..hehehe... At last I over slept. I woke up again at  12.40pm. So I'm having a rush hour after all..Luckily my house is near  by college. I reach college at 1.30 pm. Having lab session the whole 3  hour. Come home and continue to explore how to use microsoft excel.  Well, the result shows that I'm really not talented in  exploring computer stuff and I give up for today. All The Best, Rie  Rie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;.:11.48:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-894050459030587807?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/894050459030587807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=894050459030587807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/894050459030587807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/894050459030587807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-is-malaysian-culture.html' title='Where is &apos;Malaysian&apos; Culture??'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-865221207407078173</id><published>2005-11-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:49:02.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!161" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, as I already promise to drop some ownself  comment bout my 2nd semester lecturers and subjects. Here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;Let me start with my Information  System subject first since this subject is the first class of the week.  Well, I got back my Computer Technology lecturer (Miss Malathi A/P  Ponusamy)..It sounds pretty good to get one familiar lecturer but  actually I dun think so..coz last semester the whole class already drop  her a bad testimony at our course appraisal form, so I dun know wat will  happen to the next appraisal form..Will it be worst? Regarding bout the  thing we are going to study is so far so good. Btw, our class are  combine wit the January intakes for some subject including this one. So I  think it gonna be more noisy compare to last time. Good Luck Miss  Mala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Secondly is my Quantitative Methods  For Business &amp;amp; IT (Mrs. Kwan). This subject is quite interesting but  my lecturer go kind of fast and I wonder did everybody actually pay  attention to wat she say?? Mrs. Kwan ways of teaching is jus like my  last time Biology teacher. I mean the slang not the speed..I know Pn.  Yong speed is ok. She reminds me bout my lovely Biology teacher who is  alway kind and soft. I like drawing graph, so I have no doubt bout this  subject so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now, is my Practical IT skills (Ms.  Khalida Shajaratuddur Bt. Harun). Personally, this lecturer sound so  weird for me. She already look beyond the future as wat my classmates  told me..hehe.. She doesn't allow us to smile or laugh in the class even  we have a short break. As she told us, professional won't laugh. Wat a  great one. Isn't laughing n smilling is healthy..? So next coming class,  I think I'm going to show her my  'serious' face to her. Well, as those  who already knew me, you guys should hav know how weird is my 'serious'  look. Bout the subject module, in brief it is all about how to use the  microsoft either it is Words, PowerPoint, OutLook, Frontpage, Excel or  Access. But honestly, I know nothing bout this subject. This year only I  learn how to use Microsoft PowerPoint. SEE, how blur I am to computer. I  think computer knows me more than I know him/her..hehehe..All The Best,  Cherie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800080;"&gt;Lastly, is my Malaysian Studies  subject by Mr Warren Lau. Once he come into the class, he already  whistle the song 'Rock the baby'. Wow, it really makes me feel so sleepy  coz I already have a bad impression bout this subject since it is two  class in a row. It last 3 hours MAN..How to stand 3 hours of Malaysian  Studies (I wonder) Mr. Warren, himself also said that this subject is  BORING N KILLING. Anyway, Thankz God that this lecturer is funny. He  makes the whole class won't fall asleep. But there is one time that I'm  so blur and kind of embarass. This is how it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;In class 7-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mr.Warren: In Malaysian Studies, You  all should alway ask WHY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(The class are silent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mr.Warren: Cherie, ask why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;After more than 30 seconds of  silent..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me: Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800080;"&gt;By that time he called my name, I  was totally blur and my mind was jus blank coz i dun understand his  question. This is so lame and eventually the whole class was laughing  after I answer. Then after all, the whole class was playing around wit  the question WHY? Even there's no connection also they ask WHY? I have  the fullest fun in this class. He also agree us to be more active in  blogging.On the first class itself, we already start our studies. Keep  up your goodwork in history Cherie. Gambate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;Emm..I guess that's all for so far  or I can say as this entry is too long already. Make u all boring  only..hehe.. Byez.&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#003366;"&gt;.:7.30pm:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-865221207407078173?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/865221207407078173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=865221207407078173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/865221207407078173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/865221207407078173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-2nd-semester.html' title='My 2nd Semester'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-4646609414289428010</id><published>2005-11-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:48:11.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!160" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello.. Recently, I found out myself getting  away and away from home.Today, I dun know why, I miss my car so  much...I'm so desperate until I feel like want to stole it and drive  it one day. Maybe my plan will successful coz I bring along my car  key...hehehe... I'm wondering how it would be now..will the perfumel in  that car change? Or my toys there are all gone? I wan to blast the music  up if I do really get into the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666699;"&gt;Well, this week I'm back to college  after a long and boring break. I notice there's nothing much change  among my college's mate.It's actually a good sign. This semester I have  four subjects. I almost meet all my lecturer except for one  more..tomorrow we are going to meet him..hopefully he is not as weird as  my PITS lecturer who already look beyond the future for us..Tomorrow or  saturday I will post all my personal point of view bout my lecturer to  this web space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;Furthermore, this coming saturday is  my pess form five '04 gathering. I'm so anticipatient to meet back all  my ex-classmate. But there is one worry now.That is, will our gathering  really be seperated into two part..? I dun hope this will happen coz  this isn't a gathering anymore if really seperated into two parts..Well,  this is all begins wit the show off sickness..Why she loves to have so  many ship at one time..? Is her mind something wrong or mine..? Isn't  this is not loyal at all..? Problem everywhere right..? Human mind are  sometime complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff00;"&gt;  guess that's all for now. Do wait till my future post. Hopefully my  gathering won't end up in pieces. Not meaningful already...Byez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Light goes off at 11.54 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-4646609414289428010?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4646609414289428010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=4646609414289428010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/4646609414289428010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/4646609414289428010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/11/lost.html' title='Lost??'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-3203117098449079523</id><published>2005-11-05T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:47:08.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My PD trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!147" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Hi there, on 3rd november, I went Port Dickson  wit my mum, grandma, aunties and my three cousin.. But before that,  I went to my church prayer meeting(2nd nov)...From 10 pm till 5 am..I  sat behind coz There's a lot of ppl and I reach there sharp 10...I sat  wit my youth gang and mostly boys only two girl in my group that night..  Most of them nearly 'kong' at around 3 to 4 am..But I'm still awake and  still disturbing those who are sleepy..We keep on praying the whole  night. We pray for almost everything and I feel so blessed. After the  prayer meeting, we went to mamak for an early breakfast..Next I come  home and have a short sleep... I slept for two or three hours then I  wake up and get ready for the PD trip. HOORAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993366;"&gt;First we go for 'breakfast' again,  then mummy drive to PD..Issk, I wan to drive..but no 'P' tag, so not  allowed to drive. In the car, I'm so boring and can't sleep, so me and  my two cousin sister play around wit my camera phone. We took a lot of  pictures in the car. By time we reach, we straight go for lunch..haha..  meal again..gonna be piggy soon.. While waiting for the food to come..Me  and my three cousin went to the playground and take picture  again...haha..it is fun!! Running and fooling around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339966;"&gt;After the meal, four of us went for  swimming..Wow, the adult pool is 4 feet till 10 feet while the children  side is only a few centimetre..hehe..So fun..I can dive intp the  pool already..i swim for more than three hour while the older adult are  chatting at the pool side. I teach my cousins how to swim  also..hehe...When i become a instructor.?? After swimming at the pool,  we switch to the sea side now.. Play wit the salty water and  sand..unfortunately, no shell for me to arrange..Took phot along the  beach also..The whole day, I keep on taking photo...hehe..become photo  freak already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next, we jump back into the pool after washing away  the sand..swim for the second round.. Yippy!! After half an hour swim,  we went for shower. Then we go for dinner at 10 pm. Once i reach home, I  go on9 for awhile, then sleep tight..The light goes off at 2 am that  night. And I woke up at 10.15 in the morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow, really a long day for me..din  even sleep much but play along the day..having a great time , swimming  and taking pictures. Didn't even bother who's calling me..sorry for  that...Bye for now..Tata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;.:Cherie at 1.43 am:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pi5zPfid0f_Xt6FBVPCO4WAqMPclHKe1h6g9H801uf0B4cc1Zs2NPI8210DMz8r56hcrZG7DRRgnvsMwKivANmByTKtS4NhkE" target="_blank" rel="WLPP;url=http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pi5zPfid0f_Xt6FBVPCO4WAqMPclHKe1h6g9H801uf0B4cc1Zs2NPI8210DMz8r56hcrZG7DRRgnvsMwKivANmByTKtS4NhkE;cnsid=cns!644D409CA0DF9535!148"&gt;&lt;img src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pi5zPfid0f_Xt6FBVPCO4WAqMPclHKe1h6g9H801uf0BeHbjLBrHYluCo29y1HaAVGOKtk42U8BPVOyu1jgbCgOKgxHDrKhbq" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-5105413426713765310</id><published>2005-10-27T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:44:40.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Life's is Full of Excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!145" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hi there..It's been a long time I din add entry  on this space...Well, this few days my life change a lot..Not to  mention my used to be lifestyle.. Really a breakthrough for me and  hopefully it will be a good things plus one of the way for me to avoid  stress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Holiday season is really boring in  college life..All our friends holiday is not the same...hard to arrange a  holiday with our ex-school mates. Only college's mate..but sadly, this  break most of them are earning money..While I stay at home covered with  spider web.. So boring and wasting time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My second semester timetable is out  today. Goodness, my second semester timetable is wild and crazy..I dun  wan Monday timetable..Sure very boring wan. APIIT have such a good  timetable..  They give their student so many break..scare we too tired(I  guess) I miss my first semester timetable. Far more better than the new  one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;08:45-10:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-1 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;ICT-0-02-IS-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;MALATHI A/P PONUSAMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;12:05-13:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-1 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;BUS-0-04-QM-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;WONG HUA HUNG (MRS KWAN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;15:25-16:55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-3 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;ICT-0-03-PITS-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;KHALIDA SHAJARATUDDUR BT. HARUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;08:45-10:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-4 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;BUS-0-04-QM-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;WONG HUA HUNG (MRS KWAN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;12:05-13:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-1 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;ICT-0-02-IS-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;MALATHI A/P PONUSAMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;12:05-13:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-2 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;ICT-0-02-IS-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;MALATHI A/P PONUSAMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;13:45-15:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-2 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;BUS-0-04-QM-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;WONG HUA HUNG (MRS KWAN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;12:05-13:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-2 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;ICT-0-03-PITS-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;KHALIDA SHAJARATUDDUR BT. HARUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;15:30-17:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-1 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;ICT-0-03-PITS-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;KHALIDA SHAJARATUDDUR BT. HARUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;08:45-10:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-4 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;MLY-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;WARREN LAU CHEE LOONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;10:25-11:55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;L7-2 KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;MLY-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;WARREN LAU CHEE LOONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, why I said teenage life is challenging?? All  of us have parents, right? What will parents normally do to their  children especially teenagers?? Nagging is a very common stuff for  sure...Only way is jus try to tolerate with parent la.. They normally  dun give this, dun give that. One of the reason is that they jealous  with our generation life, coz they don't have any last time or maybe  their way is not lie ours now.. This come out wit generation gaps  problem..Parent like to nag coz they concern bout us but their action  make us angry sometimes. When we want to do something, they dun let..by  time we give up already, they will give..Really dun understand wat they  wan..MENTAL TORTURE!! Every move also wrong..only theirs is the 100%  correct..haha...but sometimes too out dated and not works..hehe..Why  can't they let us free? But wit  a promise, dun do sinner stuff.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800080;"&gt;Haihz, Byez for now..Further post  coming up soon..Wait till the day comes..Anyway, no matter wat  happen..Life Goes On!! Have a nice day and GBU. Miss ya and Love ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-5105413426713765310?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5105413426713765310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=5105413426713765310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/5105413426713765310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/5105413426713765310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/10/teenage-lifes-is-full-of-excitement.html' title='Teenage Life&apos;s is Full of Excitement'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-3386430459240906732</id><published>2005-10-14T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:43:52.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Process Is Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!138" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today, I woke up early  and get ready to help up my dad's friend to arrange up their company  files. They are going to move out. I reach there at 11.00am. I helped up  until 3 pm. So enjoy, at least today I found something to do in this  long holiday. Well, now I really know what is so called as orderly work.  All the files are totally in alphabetical order. Even a sheet of paper  also have its own place to put with its name list out.. Really learn  something new today. But I dun think I will follow in this moment coz I  seems like too much for me...hehe.. Too organize make my room not fun  already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Then, i went to  supermarket with my daddy to buy some daily use item. I brought one  Kit-Kat but after I bathed, my Kit-Kat lost. Must be in somebody stomach  now. At nite, I watch Astro tv programme. I keep on switching channels  until my brother came to ask me wat happen to me?? Izzit ur hand itchy  or want to test the remote signal?? Hehe... He is really a cool guy. I  started laughing but he jus walk away wit no respond to my laughter.  Then I went on9 after 12 am. I actually din plan to on9 coz I dun feel  like on9 tonight. No mood to on9, maybe too tired already. Anyway,  that's all for today. Next post coming soon, so jus do wait for  it...haha...Byez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1179832986893465659-3386430459240906732?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3386430459240906732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=3386430459240906732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/3386430459240906732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/3386430459240906732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/10/learning-process-is-fun.html' title='Learning Process Is Fun'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-1362179179890210265</id><published>2005-10-12T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:42:58.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday isn't always good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!134" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; Goodness, how am I going to spend my one month  holiday?? (I'm wondering) No outings, no vacation, no activities,  everything dun have:-( Just a week passes, but I already get fed up wit  it. Help me!! I'm freaking boring here... Why holiday again?? I don'y  wan!! Not enough of holiday izzit?? That durations between after SPM  until College starts not enough ar?? More than 6 months wor... Now, this  holiday is really wasting my time. I rather choose not to have holidays  coz time at home passes so slow. Allow me to turn the clock faster??  hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;  Well, yesterday I can't on9. Dun know  why?? It cause me missed out a lot of latest news bout all my fellow  blogger..So today I on9 a little bit early to read and catch up wit  their blogs. Some are having a great time out there and Thank God for  that. But some are really very unlucky and I wonder why?? But  nevermind..things will change if u continue to believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;     Today, I travel  to Serdang to visit Vivian Ang. Wow, it have  been a really long time I din see her. She is doing well nowadays.We  both went to South City Plaza for lunch and walk around. We did chill  there though that place is quite empty and nothing to walk also. We chat  bout a lot of stuffs and we did discuss bout our coming PESS gathering.  I hope that most of the ex-PESS girl already got the forward message  and have already reply to those contact that are stated inside. Wish  that they will spare some time to come out and have fun with us. Refresh  back our PESS life where fun and joy are always filling the  air...haha... Next entry coming up soon.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P/S:This entry I make it blue colour coz it is  my fav colour of all time.&lt;/span&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/1179832986893465659-1362179179890210265?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1362179179890210265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=1362179179890210265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1362179179890210265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1362179179890210265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday-isnt-always-good.html' title='Holiday isn&apos;t always good'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-4091981634759759799</id><published>2005-10-08T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:42:13.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To A Friends House, The Road Is Never Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!133" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffcc;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I went back to Pandan Jaya to visit Mei Kei. I went to  her house and chat with her. We then go to Just Cafe a new opening cafe  in Pandan Jaya to try on the food. Well, nothing special.. Just like any  other cafe that is on business now. We sat there for more than one  hour. We reads magazine, chat, and chill down there. Having a peaceful  time there with some soft music fill the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Next, we go back to her  house and play with the children. Wow, so tired and fun. Though it is  pain when they beat me but I did enjoy the time. We laugh together when  they act those silly silly faces to us. We discuss about a lot of  things. Wow, today we have really a long topic to talk coz we din chat  with each other for more than three weeks. But unfortunately, today is  without Kelly.She needs to work. If she is here, I can't guarantee how  noisy we are...hehe...Hopefully tomorrow she can join us for pasar malam  coz we plan to go and 'donate blood' again tomorrow...haha... It have  been a long time I din play swing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#cc99ff;"&gt; Well after 7 days playing, I finally finish my  Insaniquarium Adventure today. Nah, I play only one or two hours a day  only ar... not much... hahaha... I did really enjoyed the game coz I  love colourful and cute games. I'm really consider as a big child who  love to play children games like harvest moon, puzzle bubble and many  more that a small kids would play... In this game, I love to see the  fishes swimming around and growing big when i feed them.. especially  when they turn into blue where the fish will wear crown. I love that..  It is so adorable. This is really one of the best way to release  stress... For those who are always having stress in their daily routine,  I advise you to play with the 'fishy'. I'm sure you'll enjoy  it...Thanks to the person who introduce this game to me. Thank you very  much. Byez for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-4091981634759759799?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4091981634759759799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=4091981634759759799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/4091981634759759799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/4091981634759759799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-friends-house-road-is-never-long.html' title='To A Friends House, The Road Is Never Long'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-1565387715170371864</id><published>2005-10-06T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:41:25.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts are Stubborn Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!132" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      This morning, I actually quite enjoy the day I spend with my mum.I play  happily with HAPPY, a very hyperactive puppy who love to jump and play.  Then I stay at my grandma's house and chat with her. Normally I won't  stay long at her house coz it is quite hot. Luckily today is rainy  day..I could even have a short nap there. So relaxing..no dota noise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At 4 something, I reach  home....And I kena terukly from my dad. This is really a bad time for  me. Then sadly, i helped to mark my brother's exam paper (Maths and  History) Well, i have no comment on that. Emm, sorry that I dun hav much  to write today. Coz nothing come out from my mind now. Too stress and  tired. Byez for now. GBU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-1565387715170371864?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1565387715170371864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=1565387715170371864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1565387715170371864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/1565387715170371864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/10/facts-are-stubborn-things.html' title='Facts are Stubborn Things'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-7858111123327983369</id><published>2005-10-05T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:40:31.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Tide Wait For No One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!131" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; Wow, one semester passed so fast. It is just  like a blink of an eye when we view back. Still remember the first day I  step into APIIT, everyone look so strange to me. Some are cool, some  are arrogant, some are quiet and many more weird weird look. But now,  the situation in our class are totally uncontrollable or I can say as  up-side-down. We are the most 'joyful' and happening class in APITKL.  Always get complains from the other lecturers. Too many jokers in our  class maybe..And yet, I enjoy every single day with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;    Yesterday we just finish  our exam...and we have almost one month holiday. Gonna die soon...How to  pass one month leh?? (I'm wondering) But I already have half year break  before this and the day is kind of wasted. I should have done something  more benefit...haha...What ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     Too bad I couldn't join them for a camping trip  because of certain circumstances. I wish that I could join them in  their next trip coz I'm really having fun; chilling with them...For  example, our class genting trip last July. We all really built a special  bond among each others. We are getting closer and closer to each other  after that trip. I counld never forget that trip. It was so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HAPPY HOLIDAY, to all the  KLD0F0505... Keep in touch and have a nice day... Byez and Chaoz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-7858111123327983369?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7858111123327983369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=7858111123327983369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7858111123327983369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/7858111123327983369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-and-tide-wait-for-no-one.html' title='Time and Tide Wait For No One'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-4206725376196385960</id><published>2005-10-04T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:39:46.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of All The Right Of Women. The Greatest Is To Be A Mother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!130" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"OF ALL THE RIGHT OF WOMEN. THE GREATEST IS TO  BE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; A MOTHER".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#003366;"&gt; Personally, I really feel  that these phrase is really true. Beside God's love, there is none  other greater than a mother's love for their children. A mother would  sacrifice their everything just because of their children future. They  won't even need to think twice whether it is worth it or not. She will  try their best to do it and leave the rest to GOD. They always put their  children in their first priority. A mother would never want to see  their children suffer. This will never be true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;  Just ask yourself, who  is the first one who will cry when you having a terrible sickness or  something more worst?? I could really say that most of you guys will  answer me YOUR MUM. Why?? This is not because they are a weak person.  Come on!! Men and women are equals now. And it is not because they love  to cry. Well, it is because they love us so much until they could really  feel or share the pain and suffer that is on us by that time. She will  really give the best that she could have unto us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;  Mother is always the one  who love us so much. They never willing to beat us, to scold us, to cane  us or what ever you thought of. She would only do that when she is  force to. She care for us too much that she don't wish to see us going  to the wrong direction. Sometime she will cane or scold us until we cry  but after all, she will cry secretly and alone in her own room. Why?? I  guess you all already know the answer. LOVE is the answer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Mummy, you are really  great. You will never complain a single word although sometimes I can  really see that you are tired after doing the housework for the whole  day. You are my chef, my 'maid', my wet towel, my place to get advice,  my diary, my medicine box, my personal teacher and many more; but all  above you're simple my beloved Mum. Mummy, I love You and I really miss  you. I know 2nd October is your birthday but I couldn't be beside you  because of certain circumstances. I'm so sorry that I couldn't celebrate  together with you this year.Hopefully next year I can really be with  you in these special day and have fun with you... Love You Always, MUM.  Wish you will have a blessed birthday this year and GBU. All these are  truely from my heart, no lies hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1179832986893465659-4206725376196385960?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4206725376196385960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=4206725376196385960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/4206725376196385960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/4206725376196385960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-all-right-of-women-greatest-is-to-be.html' title='Of All The Right Of Women. The Greatest Is To Be A Mother.'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-8832306723492529069</id><published>2005-09-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:38:37.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Begins In Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!120" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;      A simple HI!! from me to all my friends out there. How are you all??  Doing great?? Well, so sorry that i didn't update my blog for so long.  This is because I have no time for it and I'm lazy too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;     These few days I'm so called  ''busy'' with my schedule. I have my test but actually I didn't study at  all... But don't worry, I still can handle that paper without any  revision coz I did concentrate on what my lecturer taught in the class.  Furthermore,I really don't have any idea what I'm suppose to write in  here. Takkan I write all my daily routine here...PLEASE... This is too  boring for you guys to read and there's sure no comment to give me back.  But I promise to try my best to make these space as interesting as it  can be. I try to add some 'sugar and spice' inside here, okie..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;  Hey Guys, actually today I  write this blog it is because I need some opinion from all of you. I  got one question that I didn't really understand and need some  point-of-view from every single one of you out there. Is mathematics  really that hard to understand and do..?? Isn't maths are straight  forward..?? There's only one answer for each question...although there  are many ways to solve a single equation.. Why people seems like don't  get it even I have repeated the same question for so many times and  solve it blow by blow..?? Nah, I'm not looking down on anyone here, I  just wondering and hope to get some opinion from other people like you.  Am I not patient enough on teaching these kind of people or what..?? Do  give me some comments on these blog and some idea how to solve it,  please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Emm, I guess that's all  for now. Byez guys...Have A Nice Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-8832306723492529069?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8832306723492529069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=8832306723492529069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8832306723492529069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/8832306723492529069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/09/wisdom-begins-in-wonder.html' title='Wisdom Begins In Wonder'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-6584873351793369075</id><published>2005-09-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:37:21.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people make the world more special just by being in it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!119" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Hi again, thank you for sending in some comments to me.  I really appreciate ur words. I hope that you guys will continue to  send in, so that i can improve myself and so do you...&lt;img src="http://cherie2187.spaces.live.com/rte/emoticons/smile_wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; Life is sometime really hard to figure  out what will happen next.. Sometimes it seems like it is too hard to  control things from happening and everything come in a sudden that you  will never ever think that it will happen on you.. But do really believe  that God know what He is doing. He just want us to step one more step  ahead to Him. He want us to grow spiritually together with Him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt; On Saturday, the whole evening I feel  like I did nothing at all. Maybe can consider as day dreaming the whole  day. Wasted one day liao.&lt;img src="http://cherie2187.spaces.live.com/rte/emoticons/smile_eyeroll.gif" /&gt;  I should have done something more benefit!! CHERIE, which part of the  world are you in now..? Hehe.. Well though i wasted my evening doing  nothing but luckily I did something in the night. I went to Ryan's  farewell party. He is going to further his studies in UK. Although I dun  know him long, but we do really have fun time together when we hang  out. I get to know him more when we are at the church camp, where we all  be 'ghost' sitting outside the corridor and chat until 5 am. Luckily no  complain from  the others resident coz we're quite noisy out there.  Laughing and joking all the way. We even have a night picnic out  there..haha.. Cool!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday, my routine is just the same.  Just at night i can't really stand with my dad. I dun have a nice  dinner, he keep on scolding me and my brother about something that he  already repeated for a thousand times. Oh, when can it be stop..? I'm  wondering whether will he be boring or tired after so many time repeat  the same thing..? Well for me, i think i will..haha.. Anyway, maybe this  is what every father do to their children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt; Well, i guess that's all for this blog.  I'm not going to write an essay again..haha.. Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-6584873351793369075?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6584873351793369075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=6584873351793369075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/6584873351793369075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/6584873351793369075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-people-make-world-more-special.html' title='Some people make the world more special just by being in it.'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179832986893465659.post-2972566790669808208</id><published>2005-09-11T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:21:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Journey Starts With A Single Step.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!644D409CA0DF9535!114" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Hi, one week passed so fast, it is just like a blink of  an eye if we look back..hehe.. Well it have been a week I signed in on  this msn space, but i never write a single blog in coz; first, i dun  know wat to write in and second, i'm lazy. Well since this is the first  blog, i gonna start it of wit some good stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start  wit this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;previous week, i'm really enjoying  my life this week though it's a bit tired. On Saturday and Sunday, we  have our youth awareness week  in our church and I involved in a dance  performance. The whole performance end ups well, I'm so happy and feel  so bless. Honestly, i really appreciate the precious time together,  where we laugh the whole day long although it's jus a simple jokes or  action. It's really can release stress and tension in my life. I'm so  blessed wit it..Next, on  Wednesday, i went out wit my PJ fren to Bukit  Bintang area. We went for a window shopping. Later on, i need to rush to  my college for dance class. So tiredsome but it's fun. Hey guys, u know  wat..? Now only I  realize that carrying a laptop to college is not an  easy job. It's totally harder than u ever thought, especially taking the  public transports. People in the bus will actually look at you like one  kind. It's totally an odd feelings in that matter. Do i really look  that strange in the bus/lrt..??? But it is really worth it after all.  Coz my group drama went on so successfully. It's better than i ever  thought. Somehow one reminder, plz dun ever think that quarrel will end  up wit something bad, there is miracles happen. Though we have a lot of  misunderstanding and big/sub drama, but we still can cope it if there's  someone who willing to step down and lets the other party to get their  victory. A gentle, mild and simple person is the medicine for all this.  He/she is alway the middle one..hehe..Suffer huh..two way attacks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Anyway,  here i would like to take this opportunity to say thank you to all my  group members for their cooperation and time. You guys really put the  whole effort to do it and i believe that u guys did enjoy yourself too  if u cut the bad part off...hehe...Without ur cooperation, our group  will never end up so successful..We really built up a stable castle  here. I really appreciate the teamwork and your hardwork. Thank you and  congratulation to all of u. Hope that we hav a second chance or even  more..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;Well i think  that's all for my first blog here. Hopefully this blog here will not be  the first and the last..hahaha.. Bye guys.! Do send some comment to me  if any, i will accept anything though broken english or even manglish  but plz no mandarin plz..I dun know how to read..It will only waste ur  time if mandarin..hahaha...Love you all...God Bless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179832986893465659-2972566790669808208?l=cherielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2972566790669808208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179832986893465659&amp;postID=2972566790669808208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2972566790669808208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179832986893465659/posts/default/2972566790669808208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherielow.blogspot.com/2005/09/longest-journey-starts-with-single-step.html' title='The Longest Journey Starts With A Single Step.'/><author><name>Cherie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905273439397226756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
