<?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-7096496261719506821</id><updated>2011-08-15T20:58:38.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096496261719506821.post-2618097684836345113</id><published>2011-08-15T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:58:38.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Time at Port Dickson + Fruitful Matta Fair</title><content type='html'>We went to Legend Int'l Water Homes at Port Dickson on 6 August (Sat). My sister booked the room during the March matta fair. The room comes with a swimming pool. Altho the pool is not very big but it's big enough for the 3 musketeers to play in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the 3 musketeers? Well, they are my sis, my girl &amp;amp; me :D There's a little frog (decorative item) by the side of the pool &amp;amp; water was shooting out of its mouth. We were trying to act pro in handling the camera. So, we tried to take photos as if we were drinking water coming out fr the frog's mouth. There were 2 floats provided too. I was so afraid to wet myself but could not resist to try&amp;nbsp;sitting on to the float like my girl. In the end, I could not balance myself on the float &amp;amp; SPLASH.....my whole body was in the pool. We really laughed a lot &amp;amp; really had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also tried the fun ride over there. It's not really that great but it's a good experience. Sorry that I can't post the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we had so much fun, think it would only be right if we take our parents together the next time. So, we went to the recent matta fair last weekend &amp;amp; we have bought 2 holidays - one in Bukit Gambang &amp;amp; the other one in PD (the same hotel). The Legend Int'l Water Homes has changed management &amp;amp; it's known as Lexis Port Dickson. I prefer the former name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long for now. Hope to have more happy &amp;amp; unforgettable moments to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-2618097684836345113?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/2618097684836345113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-time-at-port-dickson-fruitful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/2618097684836345113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/2618097684836345113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-time-at-port-dickson-fruitful.html' title='Great Time at Port Dickson + Fruitful Matta Fair'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-3681995764225716757</id><published>2011-07-01T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T09:00:09.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Nite</title><content type='html'>Went&amp;nbsp;to Michelle's concert at the Legend Hotel last nite. It was a black tie event. Everybody was so formal &amp;amp; dress to their best. Do not intend to post pictures here as my girl will post it on her fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the girls&amp;nbsp;dancing on the stage, my heart was telling me how nice if my girl&amp;nbsp;was also up there. Altho technique wise, this dance school is not perfect but the students learning from this school have the chance of performing which builds up the dancers' confidence &amp;amp; most importantly the expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl has so many talents &amp;amp; one of them is dancing. Her ballet school is famous on training professional dancers &amp;amp; people who want to go for SOLO competition. That's why&amp;nbsp;my girl's&amp;nbsp;ballet technique is good but she is very lazy to work out on her flexibility. Her jumps too (she looks so heavy when she jumps). Her latin is good but she quit few yrs ago due to her shyness. She doesn't want to show off her talent &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;neither does she have&amp;nbsp;the intention of making a career out of her talents. What can I say? It's her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-3681995764225716757?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/3681995764225716757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/07/concert-nite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/3681995764225716757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/3681995764225716757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/07/concert-nite.html' title='Concert Nite'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-5406104073442258993</id><published>2011-06-27T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:00:07.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Wonderful :D</title><content type='html'>Never thought that this world still has so many nice, warm &amp;amp; wonderful people. My neighbours read my status on the facebook, took me to a workshop this morning to repair my car. The boss's opinion was that&amp;nbsp; I don't have to change the rear light (still good condition, just a little crack), he'll patch&amp;nbsp;for me. Repair &amp;amp; painting works in all cost me only RM250 which is about 12% of the cost that Toyota Service Centre quoted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My burden has been lifted by so much. Thanks to the wonderful and helpful people around me. I am beginning to feel very strong faith and believe my prayer will always be answered by Niang Niang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Mani Padme Hum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-5406104073442258993?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/5406104073442258993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/06/feeling-wonderful-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/5406104073442258993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/5406104073442258993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/06/feeling-wonderful-d.html' title='Feeling Wonderful :D'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-5526185505516120228</id><published>2011-06-24T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:45:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Broken</title><content type='html'>My gosh, I banged my car while reversing at our car park. What an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to send girl to meet up her friends to do a project. It was late to pick up the children from the van driver. So, I rushed like mad to park my car &amp;amp; never saw the pillar right on&amp;nbsp;my right side. When the sensor detected it, it was too late. The rear light cracked, the bumper dented as well as the boot. Went to Toyata Service Centre to find out the price. It costs me a bomb - RM2100++. There goes my year end holidays. Have to really stinge on my expenses for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl is right. Why was I so stupid to rush for the van driver? Everything happens for a reason &amp;amp; I believe in the Doctrine of Karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-5526185505516120228?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/5526185505516120228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/06/heart-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/5526185505516120228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/5526185505516120228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/06/heart-broken.html' title='Heart Broken'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-8505983750811461198</id><published>2011-06-20T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:16:38.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring yet Happy</title><content type='html'>On Father's Day, we didn't have things to do. Looking at my girl, so bored, I should plan something. So, we decided to go shopping. Where? Midvalley or IOI mall? At last, we decided to go IOI bcos we do not wish to go out so early. After 11am, pls do not ask me to go Midvalley, parking is a problem. The IOI new wing , we have not shopped there before. Perhaps we could find nice restaurants there. But there's not much to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had good harvest there. Girl &amp;amp; I bought a few pair of jeans &amp;amp; shorts. She also bought a bag to put her notebook - that's Father's Day sale, going cheap cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping, we went to makan at the Cone Pizza. We went there an hour before kakak buka puasa. So much time, what should we do? Well, girl did her work using her notebook while kakak &amp;amp; I chat till time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That goes our day. Although it sounded bored but we are happy :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-8505983750811461198?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/8505983750811461198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/06/boring-yet-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/8505983750811461198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/8505983750811461198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/06/boring-yet-happy.html' title='Boring yet Happy'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-8703647087450619712</id><published>2011-06-15T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:41:10.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, June 11 was a hectic day for me. Received call fr dad to take my brother to see doctor bcos his legs were swollen &amp;amp; couldn't walk conveniently. I had to teach in the morning &amp;amp; off only at 12.30pm. Then rush to pick up my girl who was having girl guide's camp before going to Ampang to pick up my brother. Luckily I called before going there as my parents have took him to the clinic. So, I saved a trip &amp;amp; relax at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, me &amp;amp; girl went to watch Magical Musicals at Sunway Lagoon which started at 7pm. My niece was supposed to come with us but her parents, like usual, always not on time made her miss the show. They were still&amp;nbsp;in Subang when I called them at 6.50pm. I'm not going to miss the show bcos of them. Notice already given 2 days ago, one should keep track of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl was really tired that day. Had been sleeping about 1am for the past 2 nites at the camp. She knocked out when we reached home. Went to search for her notebook at Sunway Pyramid but couldn't find a best price notebook. Think we have found one near our place. Hopefully we make the wise choice cos both of us are computer dummies, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Father's Day at my borther's place the next day ie June 12. Yes, an early celebration bcos we are not free the coming week - going for holidays. Wow, the first thing attracted us was the iMac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChUE5LfzPcM/Tfl5U62RriI/AAAAAAAAABk/p4l2U1hhhlk/s1600/P1010029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChUE5LfzPcM/Tfl5U62RriI/AAAAAAAAABk/p4l2U1hhhlk/s320/P1010029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's fun!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5GLO-68a4Y/Tfl52LTpwdI/AAAAAAAAABo/0uD4irAiyK8/s1600/P1010026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5GLO-68a4Y/Tfl52LTpwdI/AAAAAAAAABo/0uD4irAiyK8/s320/P1010026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying out all types of effects.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The makan-makan photos are with Ruby. Will post&amp;nbsp;them up when I get them. All dishes were home cooked. Yummy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-8703647087450619712?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/8703647087450619712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/06/eventful-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/8703647087450619712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/8703647087450619712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/06/eventful-weekend.html' title='An Eventful Weekend!!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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/-ChUE5LfzPcM/Tfl5U62RriI/AAAAAAAAABk/p4l2U1hhhlk/s72-c/P1010029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096496261719506821.post-6772878317237238198</id><published>2011-06-08T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:28:12.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Day!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was&amp;nbsp;a very emotional day. In the morning go a call fr girl's friend. That particular call drove me up the wall. Don't really want to talk much about it. Because of the friend, I gave girl a hard time &amp;amp; harsh words too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When girl has gone to her camp &amp;amp; I've settled down, time to relax &amp;amp; go to facebook. There I read her post &amp;amp; emotions really hit me. Another hit was at night when it's time to go to bed. Just couldn't sleep thinking of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, how am I going to handle when she really goes out of the country to further her studies? Guess I'll get used to it. This time, I must not let emotions get to me &amp;amp; make wrong decision. If I wasn't too emotional, I would have been working in S'pore &amp;amp; perhaps all the bad things would not happen or perhaps it's worst. Whatever it is, I believe everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the doctrine of karma, so I don't blame others for what have happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-6772878317237238198?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/6772878317237238198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/06/emotional-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/6772878317237238198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/6772878317237238198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/06/emotional-day.html' title='Emotional Day!!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-2528708734982091187</id><published>2011-05-24T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T20:39:46.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese Layer Cake - YUMMY!!!</title><content type='html'>Since there's nowhere to go &amp;amp; nothing to do, might as well teach my girl baking her favourite cake. Selena's friend, Shi Yi would like to learn this cake too but unfortunately, she was not free. This is the cake that Selena has been dying to eat. I have promised her 4 yrs ago to make for her on her birthday but this imported cheese fr Australia is sold only in bulk. What for I take so much &amp;amp; it's not cheap. Then this day, I just tried to ask whether I can buy only 1/2 kg &amp;amp; surprisingly, this lady agreed to sell to me, ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGCYyW1bBxw/Tdx3HzL3xSI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZjcTkd6oWs4/s1600/DSC00498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGCYyW1bBxw/Tdx3HzL3xSI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZjcTkd6oWs4/s320/DSC00498.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at her,...Why so serious?????&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A41rvj0negg/Tdx3RBl_0tI/AAAAAAAAABc/sgHreTKLJws/s1600/DSC00499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A41rvj0negg/Tdx3RBl_0tI/AAAAAAAAABc/sgHreTKLJws/s320/DSC00499.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want more cheese. Put some more, more, more...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6QQudX05zQ/Tdx3Uh77TkI/AAAAAAAAABg/FQaU7VmCGJc/s1600/DSC00500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6QQudX05zQ/Tdx3Uh77TkI/AAAAAAAAABg/FQaU7VmCGJc/s320/DSC00500.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta da.... Mission complete!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... yummy! I love this cake too. Everytime we make, it sure not enough to distribute. But this time, my girl let her special friend tried (a big piece &amp;amp; I have to settle for a small piece, sob sob...). It's ok as long as she's happy,&amp;nbsp;he's happy (is he?) &amp;amp; I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update when there's interesting activity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-2528708734982091187?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/2528708734982091187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/05/cheese-layer-cake-yummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/2528708734982091187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/2528708734982091187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/05/cheese-layer-cake-yummy.html' title='Cheese Layer Cake - YUMMY!!!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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/-nGCYyW1bBxw/Tdx3HzL3xSI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZjcTkd6oWs4/s72-c/DSC00498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096496261719506821.post-311797033643103902</id><published>2011-05-13T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:42:39.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>8/5/11 was Mother's Day and this year, it was the most memorable Mother's Day to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling made me a very special breakfast. I didn't know she's going to cook for me. I had actually told Mis that we were to go out for breakfast. Funny thing is, I couldn't wake up that morning. Selena woke up &amp;amp; sneaked out to the other bathroom to wash herself, then started cooking. Later, she woke me up &amp;amp; gave me a hug before she wished me. I could smell her hair that some cooking was going on but still had no idea what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I saw the breakfast was nicely tabled on the dining table. Without hesitation, I took some pictures of the breakfast. She's so creative that it came with menu. In all fr the menu to the cooking, she took about an hour to prepare. NOT BAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-947qGPIoF_o/Tc3NEKoziGI/AAAAAAAAABM/o03XZ__5CNE/s1600/DSC00454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-947qGPIoF_o/Tc3NEKoziGI/AAAAAAAAABM/o03XZ__5CNE/s320/DSC00454.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dsgfw1sNSqA/Tc3NH_QbEuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d8HelB3mqIE/s1600/DSC00457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dsgfw1sNSqA/Tc3NH_QbEuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d8HelB3mqIE/s320/DSC00457.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Look at the menu, she even get ready the vitamins piils for me. A balanced breakfast, huh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Later, we went to the market to get some stuff as Mis wanted to cook some Lombok specials. That is what she had been selling when she was in her kampung, Lombok Barat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HGkOUUikQ8/Tc3OATQZEuI/AAAAAAAAABU/qETAO26F0uE/s1600/DSC00460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HGkOUUikQ8/Tc3OATQZEuI/AAAAAAAAABU/qETAO26F0uE/s320/DSC00460.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clockwise fr top : beberuk, taufu goreng with sauce, pelecing kangkung&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The sambal beberuk is a famous, must try dish in Lombok. The taufu goreng with sauce is so so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my happiest day. Selena, you make me so proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-311797033643103902?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/311797033643103902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/311797033643103902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/311797033643103902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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/-947qGPIoF_o/Tc3NEKoziGI/AAAAAAAAABM/o03XZ__5CNE/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096496261719506821.post-261215028600084237</id><published>2011-05-10T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T19:40:24.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since beginning of this month, have been busy baking. How it started? My silly girl wanted to make cheese tart for her loved one on his birthday. So I guess being a supportive mom, I should help her. There she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7YA27ZQjto/TcnwBN3ylZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PeqEUp6m3_s/s1600/DSC00438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7YA27ZQjto/TcnwBN3ylZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PeqEUp6m3_s/s320/DSC00438.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;First, the base. (May 2nd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TJXfDjNkQM/TcnwPHC3vCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xDWrfDfnYkQ/s1600/DSC00441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TJXfDjNkQM/TcnwPHC3vCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xDWrfDfnYkQ/s320/DSC00441.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Then, the cheese filling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MueC7mXvIMo/TcnwbdrSJWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tnj57RrYdBs/s1600/DSC00440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MueC7mXvIMo/TcnwbdrSJWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tnj57RrYdBs/s320/DSC00440.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Finally, the design. Look at this, a heart shaped choco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arjaheWdnPg/Tcnwr10xBdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DiLkBes7WFs/s1600/DSC00442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arjaheWdnPg/Tcnwr10xBdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DiLkBes7WFs/s320/DSC00442.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ta...da.... Mission complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what actually happen to Selena &amp;amp; her boyfriend. After giving him the tarts until todate, they are not talking to each other. He didn't even say a word about the tart - how it tasted? I guess he is not matured enough to get involve in a relationship. I hope my girl will handle it well. Do not avoid him and act as though they had never started a relathionship, just friends. Do not let such man affect her studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the initial stage of the baking has kicked off, I just can't stop. So I decided to make some buns since my leng zhai Shawn wanted to eat. At the same time I thought It would be good idea to make Selena learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4cDVN13PW8/TcnxpbpsRAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GUUTh8Q_g7w/s1600/DSC00443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4cDVN13PW8/TcnxpbpsRAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GUUTh8Q_g7w/s320/DSC00443.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oHWvAs_mEoc/TcnxxWdtEOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uIBOXD-680U/s1600/DSC00444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oHWvAs_mEoc/TcnxxWdtEOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uIBOXD-680U/s320/DSC00444.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEdN0Xr8C4E/Tcnx_vL_ynI/AAAAAAAAABA/4D2vPGKE3eM/s1600/DSC00447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEdN0Xr8C4E/Tcnx_vL_ynI/AAAAAAAAABA/4D2vPGKE3eM/s320/DSC00447.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3Xce3bUZUM/TcnyF_ZGJ9I/AAAAAAAAABE/0LKXC2pBfrA/s1600/DSC00449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3Xce3bUZUM/TcnyF_ZGJ9I/AAAAAAAAABE/0LKXC2pBfrA/s320/DSC00449.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3yhSfSRXi8/TcnyLBNEICI/AAAAAAAAABI/8BDFr86SxME/s1600/DSC00451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3yhSfSRXi8/TcnyLBNEICI/AAAAAAAAABI/8BDFr86SxME/s320/DSC00451.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Posted this finished products in the facebook and received good comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't stop here. My princess wanted her cheese layer cake for so long. Last week, I managed to get the grated cheese for 1/2kg and just couldn't wait to make for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've promised her friend to let her try my cheese baked product, Selena took it to school for her friend yesterday (10/10/11). Great comments on the facebook again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to teach Selena &amp;amp; her friend&amp;nbsp;to make this cake this coming Sunday and will post photos on the facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-261215028600084237?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/261215028600084237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/05/since-beginning-of-this-month-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/261215028600084237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/261215028600084237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/05/since-beginning-of-this-month-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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/-r7YA27ZQjto/TcnwBN3ylZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PeqEUp6m3_s/s72-c/DSC00438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096496261719506821.post-3959037416742087766</id><published>2011-04-21T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:23:31.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISAPPOINTED!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am very disappointed with her. I've run through all my friends and only hers, I can't access. She must have done something to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very disappointed she can just eliminate me. I haven't seen a normal family to have such a disloyal family member. I really envy my firends. Disappointed that she is such a liar. She could lie in front of me when I confronted her. With this type of attitude, she wouldn't go far. Sooner or later, her friends will know she is such a liar. She can lie to me, she could lie to her friends, even her loved one. One day, she would be crying because of her lying attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think back, when Karmen Quek cried saying that the liar hit her, I think back, maybe it's true but she denied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve such a person in my life. A person that when she's sad, I'm sad. Really want to help her solve her problem so she can be happy. And what do I get in return? Damn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-3959037416742087766?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/3959037416742087766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/3959037416742087766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/3959037416742087766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/disappointed.html' title='DISAPPOINTED!!!!!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-1867948099445935375</id><published>2011-04-19T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T19:48:57.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your action DECIDES the outcome!!</title><content type='html'>Do not know what is she thinking? Likes to keep everything to herself and not express out what's in her mind. To me, to her friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be her closest friend but I will not be able to understand her, not for the rest of my life unless she changes.Still she doesn't understand by letting people know how she feels will make her life happier. It really works either in school, office or in a relationship. Never ever cut short a message where the message would not show the true meaning or intention. She never wants to listen to me and always regrets later. It happened so many times and yet she never changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she won't end up like me. I liked to keep everything to myself until situations mould me otherwise but it's too late on certain things. Some things have happened&amp;nbsp;can never turn back. All I can do now is to look forward and try not to repeat my mistake &amp;amp; not let the same thing happens to her (provided she listens).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-1867948099445935375?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/1867948099445935375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/your-action-decides-outcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/1867948099445935375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/1867948099445935375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/your-action-decides-outcome.html' title='Your action DECIDES the outcome!!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-6643093053823004239</id><published>2011-04-18T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:18:22.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infectious! Infectious!</title><content type='html'>Oh no, never thought I'll be crazy over Justin Bieber. Really infectious. We were so cool at first, not thinking of JB at all about his concert on 21/4/2011. Then.... it's 'Never Say Never' in the cinema. Everyone's taliking about it. The crazy girl start go looking for purple colour shirt. Then.... radio is so frequent playing JB's song &amp;amp; when you heard people screaming after getting free tickets by just singing 2 lines of JB's song, in my heart ...Iwant it too. I really want to get it for my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not easy to get through the hitz fm line.&amp;nbsp;I will try and whatever the outcome is, I really enjoy experiencing the excitement with my girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-6643093053823004239?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/6643093053823004239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/infectious-infectious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/6643093053823004239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/6643093053823004239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/infectious-infectious.html' title='Infectious! Infectious!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-3829517056786414409</id><published>2011-04-13T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:22:26.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>Still remember how wonderful my life used to be. Going to Buddhist Maha Vihara every Sunday with a big stomach. That big stomach turned out to be a wonderful girl who is&amp;nbsp;such a caring girl. Everything was complement until I lost my way. I have forgotten what I was given &amp;amp; stopped practising what the Enlightened one has preached. If I were to continue, perhaps my girl is really a wise girl (not that she's not good now but she would be much much wiser than what she is now). I guess it's never too late to start all over again for our future&amp;nbsp;although the family has broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in You. You have been listening to my plea. Some, I'm still waiting for&amp;nbsp;answers. I turst You will guide me through &amp;amp; show me the path to walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-3829517056786414409?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/3829517056786414409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/3829517056786414409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/3829517056786414409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-1104641601403821254</id><published>2011-04-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:48:54.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncontrollable emotions</title><content type='html'>I just wish that I can control my emotions more effectively. Perhaps I have too high hopes on my baby's dancing. Bcos I know she is good, that's why&amp;nbsp;I got very mad when she failed to do it just bcos she never practise. Am I an unreasonable person? I don't think so. I will never get mad if she has tried her best but still can't get things right. May be I'm a bit too harsh on her last night. When I get mad, I lump up everything &amp;amp; start shooting her left &amp;amp; right without much control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has so many talents that her life would be a good one in future but she dumps every of her talent away. Hope she would not regret in future. Do not wish her to walk my path, everything is half done - never finish my ACCA (regret), piano learn half way, bakery not successful, kindergarten tak jadi. I hope she would realise what I've been doing is for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I will never regret is to quit my job to become full time mother. At least I have the opportunity to spend most of my time with my dearest which I think I will not have this moment of time in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-1104641601403821254?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/1104641601403821254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/uncontrollable-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/1104641601403821254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/1104641601403821254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/uncontrollable-emotions.html' title='Uncontrollable emotions'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-5004327853632630771</id><published>2011-04-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:38:41.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries</title><content type='html'>Worry&lt;br /&gt;I'm so worry&lt;br /&gt;That you'll let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come bad&amp;nbsp;news crop up one after another? Here I just settled one thing &amp;amp; before I could relax, another not-so-good news come knocking at my door. The most fearsome news to receive is ppl no longer wants to rent that stupid shop in D'Perdana. It's so hard to get rid of it. Thinkin of&amp;nbsp;declaring bankruptcy &amp;amp; not pay for that premise but think twice, if I'm a bankrupt, how can I apply for study loan for my dearest in 2 yr's time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still has a long walk of life, a bright future waiting for her to anticipate. I couldn't be so selfist to ruin all these just bcos I want to keep my hair black for another few more years. What&amp;nbsp;can I do&amp;nbsp;now is to pray hard &amp;amp; hope things will turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I can see a brighter day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I close my eyes and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-5004327853632630771?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/5004327853632630771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/worries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/5004327853632630771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/5004327853632630771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/worries.html' title='Worries'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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-7096496261719506821.post-3088010696371017189</id><published>2011-04-06T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:17:11.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Stuff</title><content type='html'>Till now still have not recovered fr my shortage of sleep. Woke up yesterday morning at 5.40am just to take my dear girl and one of her friends to McD for breakfast, a free one. Still couldn't believe I agreed to her request. Although a bit regret at that time but somehow, I felt excited for her too. Have&amp;nbsp;not done such silly thing for umpteen years. Glad to see her so happy after being so moody for the whole of last week, stress fr studies, duties &amp;amp; responsibilities and of course friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loZoAxPF-OY/TZ0dD-5nwNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0Y19W2Gv3Dc/s1600/DSC00412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loZoAxPF-OY/TZ0dD-5nwNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0Y19W2Gv3Dc/s320/DSC00412.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Selena &amp;amp; Yoki &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgMuNIQIlrw/TZ0dh_mLJWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lkz-CtmgsmI/s1600/DSC00415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgMuNIQIlrw/TZ0dh_mLJWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lkz-CtmgsmI/s320/DSC00415.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Drinking coffee for the 1st time &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite woke up by a sound like water dripping around 5am. So now looking like zombie. Definitely have to take afternoon nap today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-3088010696371017189?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/3088010696371017189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/3088010696371017189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/3088010696371017189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-stuff.html' title='Crazy Stuff'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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/-loZoAxPF-OY/TZ0dD-5nwNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0Y19W2Gv3Dc/s72-c/DSC00412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096496261719506821.post-1553218099333249440</id><published>2011-04-05T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T05:37:58.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure the first time</title><content type='html'>Trying to figure out how to post my blog. hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096496261719506821-1553218099333249440?l=anne-kim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/feeds/1553218099333249440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/failure-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/1553218099333249440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096496261719506821/posts/default/1553218099333249440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-kim.blogspot.com/2011/04/failure-first-time.html' title='Failure the first time'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131188316937741888</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>
