<?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-5991495406368616847</id><updated>2011-09-02T08:54:19.045-07:00</updated><category term='Sport'/><title type='text'>Simple Living of Mine</title><subtitle type='html'>There is only one power that wants to be shared fully, freely and unconditionally, and love is still a good name for it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-831745589054554660</id><published>2010-12-05T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:01:55.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here and there in Dec</title><content type='html'>its been a while since last blog i posted. too much things happened, yet i still enjoying my life with work, friends and activities here and there. drama at workplace seems getting hotter and hotter but i decide to get myself away from it, bad for my soul, relationship and health. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as year 2011 is approaching, too much thing need to be done and not to mention holiday and friends invitation for wedding and social meeting at the same time must spend time with family. i think, i should go for family first. i only can be with them once a year and its a must in my calendar every year. i feel guilty sometimes when i realize i spend very little time with them especially my mama and papa. i know God is always there to protect them but memories with them is everything for me as their daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay away far from family, money always been an issue for people like me. travelling expenses, presents for family, money contribution for our house at hometown, contribution for family dinner and so on. lucky, my family is not really practicing this so-called 'angpau' and presents as get together is everything for us. no need 'angpau' and gifts, food will do..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends...i missed a few gathering with them and planning to meet this December is a little bit tight. thanks God they still remember me even most of them i didnt meet for years; like 10, 15 years. social networks seems to be so famous nowadays. without seeing them in person, i still can get in touch with them and see their latest pictures. having lots of friends such a blessing for me and i will appreciate and remember them all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just can pray and hope that everything is going to be fine this dec. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch out...May is on her way now..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a blessed december&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-831745589054554660?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/831745589054554660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-while-since-last-blog-i-posted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/831745589054554660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/831745589054554660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-while-since-last-blog-i-posted.html' title='here and there in Dec'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-645393314920612912</id><published>2010-10-21T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:34:21.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 3am now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TMCWrCNUl4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/l1yTvfNfJlg/s1600/3am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TMCWrCNUl4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/l1yTvfNfJlg/s320/3am.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530586008482256770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still awake and it's 3am in the morning. I'll tell you why I can't sleep. I went for a jog yesterday at 8.30 am...Say what?   Yeah, I was not working and am taking this free time to prepare for my PBIM run next month. I finished my workout within 1 hour for 7 rounds including exercise. By 1 pm after I took my shower, I felt so exhausted and sleepy. As soon as I lay my head on my pillow, I immediately know that I can't resist staying up and when I open my eyes the next time around, it's already 5 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel tired even after four hours of sleep. I was thinking about my friend's invitation to play badminton at 9 pm yesterday and I feel so bad for turning him down. I can't stop thinking about it this whole night. Damn! Should have gone for that. At least, I would be sleeping while I am writing this, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of prayer to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father, thanks for the day that You had given me yesterday and also the food, roof above my head and all the nice people around me. Keep us safe tonight, bless our family, give a warm place to stay for all the homeless children and I pray that I can prepare myself to face new day today...nitey...zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-645393314920612912?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/645393314920612912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-3am-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/645393314920612912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/645393314920612912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-3am-now.html' title='It&apos;s 3am now'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TMCWrCNUl4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/l1yTvfNfJlg/s72-c/3am.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-9020365999481251817</id><published>2010-10-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:27:02.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooney: Yes, I want to leave United</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TMCDIfRQWTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E23nD_d10y8/s1600/841385694_a3591d6499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TMCDIfRQWTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E23nD_d10y8/s320/841385694_a3591d6499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530564524267034930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like bad day in the office for Fergie these few weeks, as well as Rooney. Most of the MU fans didnt give a blessing for Rooney to leave MU. Others say Rooney is nothing and some said Its time for Fergie to leave MU. This club is doing great under Fergie's empire and no one doubt it but the leaving of all the great players like Cristiano Ronaldo, Carlos Tevez and going to be soon Wayne Rooney will rise up lots of question mark to everyone. In his statement about leaving MU, he keep praising his present club but I cant really understand the exact reason why he is leaving such a great team. Maybe he cant get a total achievement if he stuck with MU forever and wanted to experience all the great club in the world. Great player..they always have this thinking. Poor you Rooney, you cant stand with Ferguson who always treats his players as his own son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been always my favorite player and for now I am not ready to see him play in other club but as people said, MU is always about team. When Cristiano Ronaldo left on summer 2009, fans not that really worry because MU still has Wayne Rooney and some people said, his leaving can make Rooney shine and time for him to perform. Maybe MU will a bit shaky due to this news but this club had proved too many times that they still can win the match without Rooney and that we called it team spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TMCDXOj6ibI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-h65au41t_4/s1600/waynerooney_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TMCDXOj6ibI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-h65au41t_4/s320/waynerooney_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530564777479932338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck Rooney. Your figure as a sport celebrity will always expose you to scandal, gossip and stuff like that, some may true some may not but you just entered stage where you will face a strong desire, passion and very fragile. Sometimes you maybe wrong in making decision but who cares...its your legs that kick the ball, not me neither Ferguson. With or without you, I always like this team. There are lots of good player in this club and they deserve the credit too...Bye bye Rooney, I might not watching you playing anymore just like i did to Ronaldo. Talking about Ronaldo, I dont really admire him actually...If you happen to choose Man City as your new BOSS, please send my regards to Carlos Tevez or if you decide to go to Real Madrid send my regards to Cristiano Ronaldo. I read Chelsea and Barcelona are interested in you but you turned Barcelona down and for Chelsea, they cant pay you more than they pay for John Terry now. Is that true that United's lack of ambition was the reason you wanted to  quit the club? You're too ambitious...I cant blame you for being too ambitious...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-9020365999481251817?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/9020365999481251817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/rooney-yes-i-want-to-leave-united.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/9020365999481251817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/9020365999481251817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/rooney-yes-i-want-to-leave-united.html' title='Rooney: Yes, I want to leave United'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TMCDIfRQWTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E23nD_d10y8/s72-c/841385694_a3591d6499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-446539118717326002</id><published>2010-10-11T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:38:15.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think too much make me miserable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TLNHT8f3keI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7yWd0FdxtS0/s1600/101_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TLNHT8f3keI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7yWd0FdxtS0/s320/101_0993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526839575696609762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not going to work for 3 weeks make me think lots of things. Start from my health, future, daily life, spiritual life, family, money, work, to-do-list, home, settle down and so on. Its not really a good practice but this gives me a room to think about things that I left behind, forgotten or maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I-will-think-about-it-later or tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; kind of stuff. It really makes me confused and miserable. I start to find here and there and it will always ends up nothing and life goes back to just like yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I try to find out where went wrong and guess what, all come back and pointed to ME. My biggest challenge now is my health and all I can do is to improve my life style and to do this alone is good enough to make my life and mind not in good track. Let me share this to you; to find good and trusted medicine/supplement, where to get it from, how much does it costs me, no assurance and to try them already cost me RMxxx per month at least, private or government hospital?. It takes lots of consideration and conditions. I wonder about what will happen with my health 10, 20, 30 years later. My gosh, now I even thinking about death. Okay, I think I need to pray a lot to find peace in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe, maybe...this is so called unhealthy thoughts. I read this article I found while ago in internet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;chunk&gt;&lt;/chunk&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People with good emotional health are aware of their thoughts,  feelings and behaviors. They have learned healthy ways to cope with the  stress and problems that are a normal part of life. They feel good  about themselves and have healthy relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, many  things that happen in your life can disrupt your emotional health and  lead to strong feelings of sadness, stress or anxiety. These things  include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;chunk&gt;&lt;/chunk&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="bullets"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being laid off from your job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a child leave or return home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dealing with the death of a loved one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting divorced or married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suffering an illness or an injury&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a job promotion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experiencing money problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving to a new home or having a baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As a christian, I believe in this, PRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-446539118717326002?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/446539118717326002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-much-things-in-mind-make-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/446539118717326002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/446539118717326002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-much-things-in-mind-make-me.html' title='Think too much make me miserable'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/TLNHT8f3keI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7yWd0FdxtS0/s72-c/101_0993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-2488131181221718891</id><published>2010-06-21T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:43:41.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping is troubling</title><content type='html'>When we are in trouble, not all the time friend can help us. I realized when I ask for a small help but a friend of mine sounds so hard to help. I dont blame anyone but maybe just a little comparison for myself. When I put myself in that person shoe and I see that my friend really needs help (judge from the trouble happened to me) I will help for sure. I've been in the very difficult situation when I was young and I understand exactly how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think back, some person never been into that situation and they dont understand that so I cant blame anyone. We are in the position of asking help cannot aspect people to help us as we wish but their response will affect our personal judgement towards the person. It is something like "does she/he deserve to be called friend if cannot help a friend and the reason for that is lazy?". But deep down in my heart, I understand my friend's situation. I dont know but it just a little disappointment to a friend that I consider as a close friend. The thing is, even friends that I newly know can offer help without me asking but why this friend that I know for few years cant do that. This is not about my friend didnt help me but maybe I am too emotional about the saying "What's friend for".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-2488131181221718891?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2488131181221718891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/helping-is-troubling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/2488131181221718891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/2488131181221718891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/helping-is-troubling.html' title='Helping is troubling'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-3323553098298404544</id><published>2010-06-18T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:27:23.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2010</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile im into this sport and this is the 3rd world cup since I know how to watch, comment, follow guys conversations about football (Soccer) and things like that. This is entertaining and fun when I have a team that I like. I still remember when I just started to follow friends to watch and learn about it. Not much really...but somehow I can talk with my guy friends and at least I have something to say and even share my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny when I think back, I don't understand why guys like to watch it and most of the time they non-stop talking about it. Now I know, I feel frustrated every time my team lost and not playing good enough. I even watch the game alone...hehe. My colleagues amazed and even laugh at me when I talk to guys about football. They quite surprise I can get up at 2.30am just to watch the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I still have lots of things that I don't know about this sport. But I just love this game or maybe my new interest. Some of my friends said its not about the sport that catches me but the good looking players. I simply said, "I like the team".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, World Cup fever is everywhere. I don't really have favourite team but I still wanted to follow the news and watch the game. Lets just see which team will win this World Cup this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-3323553098298404544?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3323553098298404544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/3323553098298404544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/3323553098298404544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-2010.html' title='World Cup 2010'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-4264028839692106148</id><published>2009-09-19T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:28:34.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks</title><content type='html'>I hate so many things in my life including myself.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because i just hate it...Am i too straight? Deal with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to heal this illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know this,&lt;br /&gt;I dont know that,&lt;br /&gt;Why this happen to me,&lt;br /&gt;Why I do that&lt;br /&gt;I could have done that better&lt;br /&gt;I can do better&lt;br /&gt;I can do that but why I still cant pass it through&lt;br /&gt;Why I always think like that&lt;br /&gt;Im suck&lt;br /&gt;Im terrible&lt;br /&gt;I just never being prepared but at least im being honest&lt;br /&gt;Im stuck here&lt;br /&gt;I hate someone&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself&lt;br /&gt;Almost hate everything&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;aaarrrgggghhh...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Always the same story...duuuhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Dragging time....bad&lt;br /&gt;I should hate the list&lt;br /&gt;I hate fixing people's simple bad habit...hate it...&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I need to say thing for second time&lt;br /&gt;Aaaarrrggghhh....you suck May....really..&lt;br /&gt;Change the attitude...&lt;br /&gt;No comment...............do I need to say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....this is fun...real fun..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks,&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-4264028839692106148?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4264028839692106148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/4264028839692106148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/4264028839692106148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/sucks.html' title='Sucks'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-3508308388406995852</id><published>2009-08-16T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:08:45.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No blogging for almost 2 months and here I come again</title><content type='html'>Woww, almost 2 months off blogging? I have lots of things to say but just couldnt find the words. Blogging its all about idea. You have the story but no idea to put it into words, no point. But if we really dont have any idea then try to start with two or three words maybe enough, as long as you let it out. You maybe angry so blog it. If the thing too personal then just tell your feeling and its enough to lessen our burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Im going to start again. Below is my new blog after two months off and there will be more after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-3508308388406995852?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3508308388406995852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-blogging-for-almost-2-months-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/3508308388406995852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/3508308388406995852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-blogging-for-almost-2-months-and.html' title='No blogging for almost 2 months and here I come again'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-1547602484042100397</id><published>2009-08-16T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:37:45.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need makeup set and a good one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlKBiAkbI/AAAAAAAAALg/5t00mLrIJTI/s1600-h/foundations_ro%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378886921592279474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlKBiAkbI/AAAAAAAAALg/5t00mLrIJTI/s200/foundations_ro%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlJhZfL1I/AAAAAAAAALY/wABiWJknFyU/s1600-h/facialhighlighters_ro%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378886912966602578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlJhZfL1I/AAAAAAAAALY/wABiWJknFyU/s200/facialhighlighters_ro%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlJXmW9GI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4ABGr_S1wlM/s1600-h/concealers_ro%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378886910336234594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlJXmW9GI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4ABGr_S1wlM/s200/concealers_ro%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlI0x-_8I/AAAAAAAAALI/Tlk5YApigo4/s1600-h/compacts_ro%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378886900989755330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlI0x-_8I/AAAAAAAAALI/Tlk5YApigo4/s200/compacts_ro%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlImD2WFI/AAAAAAAAALA/bC0nOHN7fMo/s1600-h/cheeks_ro%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378886897038153810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlImD2WFI/AAAAAAAAALA/bC0nOHN7fMo/s200/cheeks_ro%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWksO8Dt1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/k-OZGzgDyTM/s1600-h/ColorEyes2_Hero%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378886409795123026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWksO8Dt1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/k-OZGzgDyTM/s320/ColorEyes2_Hero%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWj3twmORI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xbZl7ioFSQk/s1600-h/concealers_ro%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWj3AnVNHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0-w44mNfmuc/s1600-h/facialhighlighters_ro%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWj1ky54uI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0euOEav4JrY/s1600-h/cheeks_ro%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day before yesterday when I was figuring out how to dress up for my junior's convo, I've just realise that I dont have make-up set. As a woman at least I have one but I dont. Even Im not good at this but sometimes I touch up my face when I feel want to. Its not because of not interested but I dont need them regularly. I only buy some of my things when I need it and its always been like that. A friend of mine suggested me one brand, Mary Kay. Never heard of this brand, interesting isnt it? well, im not suprise since im not into that yet. I wanted to have one just incase I need it in future for any occasions. I mean, its so funny I dont have one. I will try this Mary Kay and find out more out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-1547602484042100397?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1547602484042100397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-makeup-set-and-good-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/1547602484042100397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/1547602484042100397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-makeup-set-and-good-one.html' title='I need makeup set and a good one.'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SqWlKBiAkbI/AAAAAAAAALg/5t00mLrIJTI/s72-c/foundations_ro%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-2768876132389528934</id><published>2009-06-10T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T03:14:20.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend mad at me</title><content type='html'>I just dont understand why he mad at me ...actually I do understand but maybe he is having a bad day today that a piece of advise, spontanious came out like that also makes him angry. Take it easy. Im not educating you if that what you think. It just a conversations. Sorry if that make you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we think too much about what people say sometimes make us miserable and take it so hard. Even we say it in a spontanious way like sembang kosong. Well, he maybe a very complicated type of person, take every single words as complicated as himself/herself even they know our characters that like to play and joke sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger makes us down.&lt;br /&gt;Anger makes us uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;Anger makes us away from friends.&lt;br /&gt;Anger makes us losing friends.&lt;br /&gt;Anger leads us to unhealthy thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Anger leads us to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Anger create the way to hatred&lt;br /&gt;We must know where to put the anger.&lt;br /&gt;Anger makes us lack of LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Because LOVE is the foundation of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and peace to all humankind...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-2768876132389528934?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2768876132389528934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-friend-mad-at-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/2768876132389528934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/2768876132389528934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-friend-mad-at-me.html' title='My friend mad at me'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070396969265916055</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-5991495406368616847.post-4356444200026724864</id><published>2009-06-09T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T03:20:26.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just awake</title><content type='html'>...I am just awake....&lt;br /&gt;...rushing for cooking...&lt;br /&gt;...rushing to arrange my collections of KFC and McD&lt;br /&gt;...dont forget your book May...&lt;br /&gt;...ya, im done...now go for shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day May...I love you MYSELF....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-4356444200026724864?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4356444200026724864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/4356444200026724864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/4356444200026724864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-awake.html' title='Just awake'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070396969265916055</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-5991495406368616847.post-2732644311768990302</id><published>2009-05-30T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:53:51.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SiIo36tWs5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6kEvnRBmiOs/s1600-h/DSC00367+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341877049132233618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SiIo36tWs5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6kEvnRBmiOs/s200/DSC00367+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate to admit this but I am lonely. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss my mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss my papa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss my hometown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss my siblings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss my food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I am alone today...anyone I can hang out with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a dream last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I gave birth to two babies and I was so happy. What was that suppose to mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual my mama angry with me for calling her just to confess about my dream. My papa too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They asked me to pray and I did. I tell you, if I ask my grandma, she will tell me the meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She has been a Catholic for so long and still cannot get rid with her old practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seniors...what can we say...And why so serious?&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/5991495406368616847-2732644311768990302?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2732644311768990302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-lonely.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/2732644311768990302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/2732644311768990302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-lonely.html' title='I am lonely'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SiIo36tWs5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6kEvnRBmiOs/s72-c/DSC00367+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-2041274149645106085</id><published>2009-05-26T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:08:50.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things in my mind now</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-2041274149645106085?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2041274149645106085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-in-my-mind-now_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/2041274149645106085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/2041274149645106085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-in-my-mind-now_26.html' title='things in my mind now'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-6589669010561655531</id><published>2009-05-26T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:36:56.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been a long time I never out for any vacation so I tried it out this year. Awesome...awesome...and awesome. You should try too. You go to the place that suit with your budget and everything gonna be fine. At least you can go out awhile from your cage. It was nice and an amazing journey. I still can buy this and buy that a bit, visit all the places, enough food of course but still bought magie mee just for breakfast and for an emergency cases like hungry in the middle of the night. Believe me, I always starving at 12am to 3am. Dont go for expensive hotel for your vacation. Room only for you to change, sleep, rest and keep your stuffs. My room only costs me RM25 per night...my goodness, that cheap? Should I complaint? I have room, water, light, internet, fake pool, cafe, aircond, Astro, beer and even the service room once a day. What more to complaint? Oh ya, I pay for the beer only if I take it. I took one can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4D 3N, not tiring at all because no rushing. We had lots of fun round here and there, went back to rest-house at 6pm/7pm and went to bed early, woke up late.Fuhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDiMW5LrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wVbb8dQ3Mog/s1600-h/100_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340217512866426546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDiMW5LrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wVbb8dQ3Mog/s400/100_3308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDh3NqNHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4jWpmYhAjJA/s1600-h/100_3770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340217507190551666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDh3NqNHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4jWpmYhAjJA/s400/100_3770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDhWbJBvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JQpQ1xNzsOU/s1600-h/100_3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340217498388727538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDhWbJBvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JQpQ1xNzsOU/s400/100_3503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDhHaJHSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ibsdpcX4yQM/s1600-h/100_3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340217494358007074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDhHaJHSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ibsdpcX4yQM/s400/100_3688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDg20FfmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i12D9eGmkIc/s1600-h/100_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340217489903418978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDg20FfmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i12D9eGmkIc/s400/100_3677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-6589669010561655531?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6589669010561655531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/6589669010561655531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/6589669010561655531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShxDiMW5LrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wVbb8dQ3Mog/s72-c/100_3308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-7264891976710464561</id><published>2009-05-26T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:08:06.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Drawing</title><content type='html'>Sa pun tida tau apa mau buat time sa boring. I think I need an extra job untuk mengisi masa lapang. I was thinking to go for class also but not now, i guess. So I just need to do something I like when the time still allow me to do. After you get married for sure your time too limited for stuff like this. Not even your sweet time so lets take it as an advantage. So I draw...I am not that really good in drawing but people say, put some extra efforts if you want to do something and draw because you want to draw. Dont draw when your mind says play guitar. I dont have much to do during my off day so I draw; its not finish yet but i have no idea. This is simple. You can do better than me if you try.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340179847756457954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShwhRy45J-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/mKLYCDvPAE0/s400/Steps+in+the+jungle+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-7264891976710464561?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7264891976710464561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-drawing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/7264891976710464561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/7264891976710464561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-drawing.html' title='My Drawing'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/ShwhRy45J-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/mKLYCDvPAE0/s72-c/Steps+in+the+jungle+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-1942183069833881379</id><published>2009-05-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:08:34.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things in my mind now</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pi berenang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;makan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-1942183069833881379?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1942183069833881379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-in-my-mind-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/1942183069833881379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/1942183069833881379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-in-my-mind-now.html' title='things in my mind now'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-1276996256908099644</id><published>2009-05-15T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:26:44.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People with brain but never use it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few days ago, i went to GH to take my blood sample...drive la ni pi GH, i was a bit rushing. Red light so all cars stop. I looked around and suddenly I saw hand came out from the window, red proton infront of me. Im not sure what she/he is going to do but the hand holding tissue and just let the hand out from the window for a few seconds. Then after that the monkey [marah ni..] put the tissue on top of the car and when the car moved the tissue dropped...and I was like, what the hell...!!! Suddenly I got angry. Why the monkey still pretend like nothing was happening? It just the same, you still littering you stupid jerk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right after the light turns to green then I try to get closer to the car to get the number. I wasnt sure what am I going to do with the number if I can get it but that was the only thing I can think of that time. And Yes, I managed to get the number but with lots of efforts until i got honked by a motorist because he's a bit close to my car and I try to take my left with signal and I saw him that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHY9892&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is wrong with this monkey people? Hey &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHY9892&lt;/span&gt;, you just like monkey in the jungle dont know where to throw the banana skin. Meaning to say that you're uncivilized people. Why not you just leave it inside the car, when you reach home you throw them away where it suppose to be. Dont tell me you want to keep your car clean that is why you did that. Hey, where is your parent? are they monkey too dont know how to educate their kids to keep the environment clean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When our earth facing global warming, you blame technology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When our earth facing polution, you blame factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When our country too dirty, you blame cleaner which only earn RM450/month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When our kids bitten by teacher, you blame teacher but never think that your kids never listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When our kids dont know how to behave, you blame your maid and teacher again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You tell me if you have at least plastic bag inside your car to put all your rubbish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You tell me if you ever punish or tell your kids that they did wrong if you saw them littering?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You tell me if you ever be their centre of all foundation as a civilized people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And trust me, maybe you do the same thing, no wonder your kids behave juuuuust like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, behave yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-1276996256908099644?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1276996256908099644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/people-with-brain-but-never-use-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/1276996256908099644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/1276996256908099644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/people-with-brain-but-never-use-it.html' title='People with brain but never use it'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-5647329268976302921</id><published>2009-04-26T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:28:17.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eng Tay's or May's</title><content type='html'>When you feel bored, you will think of something. So, I reached my pencil and start to scratch something on a peace of paper with a picture infront of me. The small stage where the lady is standing wasnt done nicely and I tried again but still the same ending. I leave the little stage like it was and I try to start from her feet and it still not a nice start. So, I started again from her dress at the back side to the head and only I got my rhythm. My pencil was moving fast and finished the job about 15mins. The original copy painted by Eng Tay. I am sorry Eng Tay, I modified the picture a bit. I made her with the skirt only and leave it nothing at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng Tay was born and raised in Kedah, Malaysia. In 1968 he moved to New York City to study at The Art Students League, followed by graduation from The School Of Visual Arts in 1972 as a graphic designer. He worked in the graphic arts field until 1978, when he undertook several painting trips though out South America and Indonesia until 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go. Enjoy our paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329263001757414466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfVYduZh9EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OpDj9znFZIA/s400/288_Jubilation_II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfVZLPWFS3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/mb7FYl0hsEE/s1600-h/Jubilation_may.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329263783695436658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfVZLPWFS3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/mb7FYl0hsEE/s400/Jubilation_may.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-5647329268976302921?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5647329268976302921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/eng-tays-or-mays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/5647329268976302921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/5647329268976302921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/eng-tays-or-mays.html' title='Eng Tay&apos;s or May&apos;s'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfVYduZh9EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OpDj9znFZIA/s72-c/288_Jubilation_II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-1099829658275063711</id><published>2009-04-25T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:41:04.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tajuk Karangan: Kucing dan kereta myvi</title><content type='html'>Tajuk: Kucing dan kereta Myvi&lt;br /&gt;Label: Kisah Benar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Satu hari, saya keluar makan malam bersama kawan saya. Semasa dalam perjalanan ke tempat meletak kereta, tiba-tiba saya terlihat seekor kucing sedang bersantai atas kereta salah seorang kawan saya, tetapi bukan kereta kawan saya yang keluar bersama saya. Aksi duduk termenungnya sangat comel dan saya mencuba untuk mendekatinya untuk mengambil gambar dengan kedudukan yang strategik. Si kucing takut. Mungkin dia berfikir yang saya cuba menculik dia. Dia dengan muka curiganya beredar perlahan-lahan tetapi tetap di atas kereta itu. Saya mendekatinya lagi dengan harapan kucing itu memahami bahawa saya cuma ingin mengambil gambarnya sahaja. Dia tetap takut juga. Saya tetap berkeras untuk mengejarnya. Sebelum dia melompat terjun dari kereta itu, dia sempat berposing sikit untuk mengambil hati saya. Saya pun sangat gembira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328621990208816770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfMRd8S7RoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YU8y6aSyQWo/s400/Copy+of+DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-1099829658275063711?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1099829658275063711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/tajuk-karangan-kucing-dan-kereta-myvi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/1099829658275063711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/1099829658275063711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/tajuk-karangan-kucing-dan-kereta-myvi.html' title='Tajuk Karangan: Kucing dan kereta myvi'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfMRd8S7RoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YU8y6aSyQWo/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC00567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-3303111078398413186</id><published>2009-04-24T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:24:07.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Generations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfGF1vYPUuI/AAAAAAAAAII/fb7Lq6WTv3g/s1600-h/100_1008+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328186992453702370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfGF1vYPUuI/AAAAAAAAAII/fb7Lq6WTv3g/s400/100_1008+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes wonder how do I look like when I grow old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think definitely like grandma. You cool grandma with your blurrr expression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call her 'Nenek'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfGF1VHW5cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pRhJJndcQwk/s1600-h/100E1083+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328186985403573698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfGF1VHW5cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pRhJJndcQwk/s400/100E1083+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama, you are the best among the great woman in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are growing old while im getting matured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your laugh and tears always been a medicine for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your wrinkles shows that you suffered a lot for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your anger such a beautiful melody for me when I am alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You used to call me ugly but you just dont know how to admit that you're beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You used to call me stupid but you just dont know how to cherish my brightness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just knew it but you just dont know how to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and I used to cry together and it was a beatiful moment for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said NO to carlsberg but I said YES sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said NO to lihing, I said YES as along as not more than my limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said NO to Penang, I said YES for the time being. Wait Ma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said NO to lazyness, I said YES when I am lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said NO to sins, I said...Ma, I cant help it. I am just naughty Ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said YES to pray, I said YES sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you said I never love you, I said NO, that is not true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never give up on me even you know I always make you down and cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~Happy Mother's Day Ma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfGF1PoMxcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/M3Jj0c3-u6E/s1600-h/100_1015+-+Copy+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328186983930709442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfGF1PoMxcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/M3Jj0c3-u6E/s400/100_1015+-+Copy+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am naughty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am naughty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am naughty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am naughty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am naughty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why Mama loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfGF1Idv8mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-eABjXCpXz8/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328186982007829090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfGF1Idv8mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-eABjXCpXz8/s400/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My niece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister's daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mum's first granddaughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is 14-year-old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's taller than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's bigger than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She speaks Hakka, Mandarin, Bahasa, English and Dusun a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both eat a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her father's name is Chang Nyuk Siong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a conqueror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She ask to much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She calls my Mum Ciapo and my Dad Ciakong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She just SMS me last nite and it sounds like this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AhYee, Im Vivian. Can you buy me pencilbox, pink colour and made by cotton?&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-3303111078398413186?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3303111078398413186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-generations.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/3303111078398413186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/3303111078398413186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-generations.html' title='4 Generations'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfGF1vYPUuI/AAAAAAAAAII/fb7Lq6WTv3g/s72-c/100_1008+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-6492177306935963201</id><published>2009-04-23T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:02:15.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vogue for Virtue Model Search [QueensBay Mall]</title><content type='html'>Baru-baru ni kami pergi ke Queensbay bersama kawan-kawan. We were rushing for movie [still got 20mins before the screening] but before that must find for food. We all hungry and we decided to go to KFC. On the way to KFC, tiba-tiba nampak orang sangat sibuk menonton sesuatu so kami pun menyertainya. Rupa-rupanya pertandingan apa pun tak tahu. They organised for the mall or magazine or cosmetics or TV show also not sure. So, dalam kesibukan mereka, saya dan kawan-kawan saya pergi la ikut kepoh-kepoh sambil tolak-tolak orang. Saya pun mahu lihat dari dekat juga. So, here some of the shots I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfA3m4OBwhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MVimYUlr25Y/s1600-h/100_2539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327819500245074450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfA3m4OBwhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MVimYUlr25Y/s400/100_2539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327819494732144418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfA3mjrpHyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/czQpmI1xhTQ/s400/100E2595.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfA3mYPH-QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3A2cIT7JoOE/s1600-h/100E2553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327819491659741442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfA3mYPH-QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3A2cIT7JoOE/s400/100E2553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327819488940284258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfA3mOGwWWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CL5VXlNVCIQ/s400/100_2528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327819483182723602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfA3l4qC8hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zpWV5zeyhYA/s400/100_2529.JPG" border="0" /&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/5991495406368616847-6492177306935963201?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6492177306935963201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/ratu-queensbay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/6492177306935963201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/6492177306935963201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/ratu-queensbay.html' title='Vogue for Virtue Model Search [QueensBay Mall]'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfA3m4OBwhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MVimYUlr25Y/s72-c/100_2539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-9012235050059415781</id><published>2009-04-23T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:16:15.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Triangle Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfAxtkVFYYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WS9TLJQopPU/s1600-h/golden-triangle_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327813018095280514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfAxtkVFYYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WS9TLJQopPU/s400/golden-triangle_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;As the name implies, Golden Triangle is located north of Thailand bordering Burma in the west and Indochina in the east. Aptly as the restaurant’s name, the chefs are all from Thailand, Laos and Vietnam. As for James, his association in the Thai cuisine originated from Phuket, where his grandparent and parents runs a local restaurant there. It was James’ dream come through when he ventured into Thai restaurant business more than 8 years ago in Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfAvRAEqeWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Nu_o2n6IHUs/s1600-h/100_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327810328303139170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfAvRAEqeWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Nu_o2n6IHUs/s400/100_1328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfAvQp2u_KI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UYqokAl0yck/s1600-h/100_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327810322339134626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfAvQp2u_KI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UYqokAl0yck/s400/100_1337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327810322570621426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfAvQqt7MfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/t1n9EmgLYZ8/s400/100_1339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327810319173962114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfAvQeEGSYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/w_jaht7wFcE/s400/100_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327810311508487154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfAvQBgga_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/66HBGkz-Dyc/s400/100_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went here during family dinner [CNY 2009] and it was a very pleasure moments enjoying all the tasty food and not to mention the place that just so cool and peace. The prices were reasonable and affordable but depends on what dishes you are going to order. You only need to have RM60 to RM100 in your wallet to have a very tasty food for 2 to 3 persons and at least RM150 for 6 persons. Just try it. Reward yourself once a month and its worth unless you are a very Kedekut type of person. Recommendation: Otak-otak in coconut fresh. Welcome to Penang babe, Food Paradise...Food Faradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-9012235050059415781?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/9012235050059415781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/golden-triangle-restaurant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/9012235050059415781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/9012235050059415781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/golden-triangle-restaurant.html' title='The Golden Triangle Restaurant'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SfAxtkVFYYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WS9TLJQopPU/s72-c/golden-triangle_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-252906841548618933</id><published>2009-04-22T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:29:43.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuih Makmur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se7h2YjGcfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/c8oLx2brWAA/s1600-h/100_2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327443733644734962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se7h2YjGcfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/c8oLx2brWAA/s400/100_2736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se7h2D-EL9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZQsZh7D54Ho/s1600-h/100_2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327443728120688594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se7h2D-EL9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZQsZh7D54Ho/s400/100_2735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People call it kuih makmur, I call it kuih powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still tasty and I like it, we like it, you will like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-252906841548618933?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/252906841548618933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/kuih-makmur.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/252906841548618933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/252906841548618933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/kuih-makmur.html' title='Kuih Makmur'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se7h2YjGcfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/c8oLx2brWAA/s72-c/100_2736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-259398214340743561</id><published>2009-04-22T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:06:33.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My I AM Poem</title><content type='html'>I am empty now but full with idea and curiosity&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes with everything&lt;br /&gt;I hear a voice tells me something&lt;br /&gt;I see a wonderful sight one day&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy and make people happy&lt;br /&gt;I am still Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to be someone strong&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am a superwomen&lt;br /&gt;I touch my body from head to feet&lt;br /&gt;I worry if I fall from all the dreams&lt;br /&gt;I ask God why the sky higher than the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And I ask myself why ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand why sky always up there&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a reason for raining&lt;br /&gt;I dream all the trees with green leaves&lt;br /&gt;I trust everything that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could wish everything without condition&lt;br /&gt;I am still here with reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-259398214340743561?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/259398214340743561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-i-am-poem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/259398214340743561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/259398214340743561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-i-am-poem.html' title='My I AM Poem'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-7370267721243637239</id><published>2009-04-21T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:19:15.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Living</title><content type='html'>Living explanation in Chinese perspective and writer try to explain the views of mankind in three different doctrines-Christian, Greek and Chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-7370267721243637239?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7370267721243637239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/importance-of-living.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/7370267721243637239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/7370267721243637239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/importance-of-living.html' title='The Importance of Living'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-3383110506263978269</id><published>2009-04-21T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:44:46.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelson Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom</title><content type='html'>As recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize, president of the African National Congress, and head of the antiapartheid movement, Nelson Mandela has been one of the world's great moral and political leaders. The story of his life-from the early development of his political consciousness to his evenful quarter century behind bars to his momentous victory in South Africa's first-ever multiracial elections-is an epic account of struggle, setback, renewed hope, and ultimate triumph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-3383110506263978269?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3383110506263978269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/nelson-mandela-long-walk-to-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/3383110506263978269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/3383110506263978269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/nelson-mandela-long-walk-to-freedom.html' title='Nelson Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-9078177199273167392</id><published>2009-04-21T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:33:00.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisoner of Tehran</title><content type='html'>A heartbreaking memoir, survival of a woman, thriller of life, trial of faith and among our brothers and sisters from other religion, we still can see one heart shows his mercy and kindness when he put aside his religion pride for one moment to save others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-9078177199273167392?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/9078177199273167392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/prisoner-of-taliban.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/9078177199273167392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/9078177199273167392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/prisoner-of-taliban.html' title='Prisoner of Tehran'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-4373152647431088937</id><published>2009-04-21T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:36:44.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Blossom in Penang</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent this beautiful cherry blossom to me on March 13, 2009. I asked him if this true and he said, yes. A few weeks after that, I went for fellowship and my friend talked about this cherry blossom in Penang and I think all these pictures taken real exist in Penang, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;I planned to go but you know, lots of work to do until the season passed. Hope there will be another season next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Location: Opposite PISA, Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2u0oe1KyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ia_dYWzMVJM/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327106153492327202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2u0oe1KyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ia_dYWzMVJM/s400/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2u0QzYG0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9Ln8XVmGMNs/s1600-h/13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327106147136052034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2u0QzYG0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9Ln8XVmGMNs/s400/13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2u0Ce4SMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/83d8cAR1c-k/s1600-h/16.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327106143291984066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2u0Ce4SMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/83d8cAR1c-k/s400/16.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2uQU_nx7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/hDvT9t78brU/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327105529785862066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2uQU_nx7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/hDvT9t78brU/s400/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2uQRA43gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tFiRkPvE7r8/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327105528717434370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2uQRA43gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tFiRkPvE7r8/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2uQNAQKTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qEHq_F9-n84/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327105527641024818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2uQNAQKTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qEHq_F9-n84/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2uP7D55uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aoHjdHl5Eno/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327105522824505058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2uP7D55uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aoHjdHl5Eno/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2uPqPAWwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sK4OPF9xIlk/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327105518307662594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2uPqPAWwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sK4OPF9xIlk/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-4373152647431088937?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4373152647431088937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/cherry-blossom-in-penang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/4373152647431088937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/4373152647431088937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/cherry-blossom-in-penang.html' title='Cherry Blossom in Penang'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2u0oe1KyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ia_dYWzMVJM/s72-c/12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-9161840259837741589</id><published>2009-04-21T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:34:42.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction with Life Scale</title><content type='html'>Dr. Holden says the key to being happy is overcoming "destination addiction," which he defines as "living in the not-now." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's always about tomorrow, so you're chasing 'more,' 'next' and 'there,'" he says. "You promise yourself that when you get there, you'll be happy. And I promise you, you won't, because you'll always set another destination to go for."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, Dr. Holden says if you are unhappy with your life or looking to improve your score, there are two things you can do. "We have to learn to let go of our past, we have to give up all hopes for a perfect past. Let the past go, it's gone." After that, he says, "Take a vow of kindness. Be kinder to yourself and to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's never too late to be happy," he says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share the laughter to others and we can share happiness each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090442594193058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2giI00jqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tYjFqJmgc_0/s400/Mix+faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-9161840259837741589?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/9161840259837741589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/satisfaction-with-life-scale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/9161840259837741589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/9161840259837741589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/satisfaction-with-life-scale.html' title='Satisfaction with Life Scale'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se2giI00jqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tYjFqJmgc_0/s72-c/Mix+faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-4924528185385828280</id><published>2009-04-21T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:01:42.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Ways to Get Happy ----  for Free!</title><content type='html'>Everywhere we look these days there seems to be difficulty and trouble. Our world has become like a roller coaster in many ways. Prices are up, the Dow is down, grocery costs are rising, the dollars in our wallet are shrinking, heating oil is up, the temperature is falling. And although we feel hopeful, there are days when our spirits sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words about money have penetrated our language. Words like debt, bankruptcy, downturn, deficit and depression are now used frequently with ease and familiarity. But, the money word I don't hear enough of is "change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that most of us are dealing with the fallout of the financial crisis in one way or another. We are all in this together. We each have the power to move from awful to awe-filled. We can chose to focus on what we have instead of what we do not have, what are blessings are instead of our curses and what we kept as opposed to what we have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of ways to bring joy, happiness, peace, laughter, hope and comfort into your life, and they cost absolutely nothing. They are free. There is no charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Happy and do things you like instead of complaining all day long. If you dont have enough money to do what you want then find things that not required money. There are a plenty of them out there and you just think how to find and go for it. Happiness is just inside us and its us to find it. But, somethimes hard for us to find them when its involve feeling, time, people's feeling, family and so on. I found the lists somewhere and I think its a good thing to share with you. If you think it doesnt work for you then still got more and try to find it. Enjoy the list... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 ways to find happiness outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stargazing and watching the heavens light up &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a walk and taking in nature &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riding a bike and feeling free &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking strewberry and making jam &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planting a vegetable garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking a handful of yellow flowers in the yard &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making a kite and flying it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making a picnic lunch and enjoying it with friends in the park &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeding the birds and watching them play &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching sunrises and sunsets and seeing the beauty all around you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 ways to enjoy time with loved ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing cards with the family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going on a treasure hunt with your friends and family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing charades with your friends and family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing catch with your child &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Participate in any contest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 ways to find happiness in doing kind acts for others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiling at someone and waiting for it to be returned &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volunteering and telling someone you care through your kind and giving actions &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saying 'Thank you'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving a compliment &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making greeting cards and sending them to the people you care about &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 nice things to do for yourself and find happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rearranging the furniture in your house and feeling like it looks new &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making paper flowers with recycled newspaper &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humming &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing, laughing and more laughing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delighting in the smell of our cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making and drinking fresh juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warming your toes as you sit by a fire &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to music, hearing the sound of a violin or the voice of your favorite singer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to the library and discovering a great new book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading a magazine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember that bank accounts will go up and down, but joy and happiness are abundant and consistently within your reach. Start your list today of the things you get to do that are free, and share them like I did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-4924528185385828280?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4924528185385828280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-ways-to-get-happy-for-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/4924528185385828280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/4924528185385828280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-ways-to-get-happy-for-free.html' title='31 Ways to Get Happy ----  for Free!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-634442293815093062</id><published>2009-04-21T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:10:52.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went for swimming with my housemates and despite not all of us know how to swim still we enjoyed it. For so long since my last visit to swimming pool, I still got the style..haha. But I think I need to get my stamina back. Satu round ja sudah mau mampus. I should go for swimming regularly but I was thinking like, what happen with my hair if exposed too much with chlorine. Is there any shampoo or some kind of hair treatment to prevent the damage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327052165562070034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se19uHxNdBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j3TWpcPw_zw/s320/100E2718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327052168745509842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se19uToM49I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Oa7ON1TDxm0/s320/100E2709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327052171039034514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se19ucLBTJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e9deYG0va-E/s320/100E2698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-634442293815093062?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/634442293815093062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/swimming.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/634442293815093062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/634442293815093062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se19uHxNdBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j3TWpcPw_zw/s72-c/100E2718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-7434171654605924249</id><published>2009-04-21T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:14:40.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Ways To Be Healthier</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brush twice a day! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress right for the weather. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit the dentist regularly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get plenty of rest. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure your hair is dry before going outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat right. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get outside in the sun every once in a while. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always wear a seatbelt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Control your drinking of alcoholic beverages. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile!  It will make you feel better. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't over indulge yourself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bathe regularly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read to exercise the brain. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surround yourself with friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay away from too much caffeine. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use the bathroom regularly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get plenty of exercise. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have your eyes checked regularly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat plenty of vegetables. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe that people will like you for who you are. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive and forget. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take plenty of vacations. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrate all special occasions. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up a hobby. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love your neighbor as yourself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do all these things and you will be a happier, healthier person!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-7434171654605924249?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7434171654605924249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/25-ways-to-be-healthier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/7434171654605924249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/7434171654605924249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/25-ways-to-be-healthier.html' title='25 Ways To Be Healthier'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-639651347810704720</id><published>2009-04-19T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:08:30.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PISANG JAHAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se5CvJ7c1vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_NSGjpOV1mA/s1600-h/flasher%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327268787112433394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se5CvJ7c1vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_NSGjpOV1mA/s400/flasher%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahhaaha....ekkesksekskksksek....Funny betul la Pisang Jahat ni. Iskandar, what the hell is this. Pisang Jahat, simply funny. Apa hal Pear and strewberry tu lari lintang pukang? You all get back to work now and stop disturbing me.&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/5991495406368616847-639651347810704720?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/639651347810704720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/pisang-jahat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/639651347810704720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/639651347810704720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/pisang-jahat.html' title='PISANG JAHAT'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/Se5CvJ7c1vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_NSGjpOV1mA/s72-c/flasher%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-6807840083371768123</id><published>2009-04-19T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:13:38.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><title type='text'>You Still Can Play Even You forgot your Shuttlecocks</title><content type='html'>I went for badminton today with my colleagues, with full of spirit and energy. We reached at the court around 9 something and we all keluarkan racket masing-masing baru noticed we don't even bring shuttlecocks... Haha, who's fault? [Of course my fault]. So, I was thinking to go out and buy some but lucky we saw lots of shuttlecocks at the wall. Lucky also we saw stuff like ladder and we managed to get some broken shuttlecocks and play. So, if this happen to you, see at the wall first before you decide to go out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewRTYVbYWI/AAAAAAAAADk/zFvYFjT1mC4/s1600-h/100_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewRTYVbYWI/AAAAAAAAADk/zFvYFjT1mC4/s1600-h/100_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewRTYVbYWI/AAAAAAAAADk/zFvYFjT1mC4/s1600-h/100_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewRTYVbYWI/AAAAAAAAADk/zFvYFjT1mC4/s1600-h/100_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326651483919966562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewRTYVbYWI/AAAAAAAAADk/zFvYFjT1mC4/s320/100_2599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewLE8aoMHI/AAAAAAAAADM/61q3NUBG-Iw/s1600-h/Copy6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326644638837649522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewLE8aoMHI/AAAAAAAAADM/61q3NUBG-Iw/s320/Copy6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewQxGDoqVI/AAAAAAAAADc/VRszawrTvlc/s1600-h/Mix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326650894897949010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewQxGDoqVI/AAAAAAAAADc/VRszawrTvlc/s320/Mix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewRTYVbYWI/AAAAAAAAADk/zFvYFjT1mC4/s1600-h/100_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-6807840083371768123?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6807840083371768123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-still-can-play-even-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/6807840083371768123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/6807840083371768123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-still-can-play-even-without.html' title='You Still Can Play Even You forgot your Shuttlecocks'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SewRTYVbYWI/AAAAAAAAADk/zFvYFjT1mC4/s72-c/100_2599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-6965063101918359036</id><published>2009-04-14T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:27:37.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you feel when you were betrayed by the one you really love?</title><content type='html'>Might forgive him but time is still questionable. I'm not opting for revenge or such. But it do well hurts a lot. As they say...Time heals all wounds [Putting it all in my head].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes memories haunt you once in a while. That's why when love hurts you, the scar don't vanish over night, it takes a while. But do you believe that another love will heal a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes perhaps. But for a freshly wounded heart, I think that another love won't be the immediate solution to that. Might be or it will be, as time goes by, wherein the pain does not rekindle anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed by the person you really love huh? that really "sucks" ? . . and there's no way of scapin that kind of situation like running on an endless road and the pain just won't heal. damn, wish to die that moment when you heard the news, your mind goes blank and tears starts rollin down your cheeks. we often say that time would heal the broken hearts, but that aint true. cause no matter how you'd forgive that prson , how many times you'd spend laughin with someone else, pain just wont go away. dont know why..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The degree of pain depends on how we were betrayed. maybe you were expecting too much, trusted your partner too much that now you're having a hard time coping up. remember that we are all just human beings, bound to make mistakes. nobody's perfect! [I really dont like this phrase 'Nobody's perfect'] beacause that's what people take as an excuse when they do mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge?...when you plan to get even with someone, you're only letting that person continue to hurt you. how do you think you could move on and let your pain heal when all you think about is the person who wronged you?...when we forgive, we are doing ourselves a favor more than the person who wronged us because we may heal right away, grow up as a person, and find true happiness. when we let go of our anger and hatred, peace will reign within ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like shitter that the shittiest.It basically ruins our ability to trust...and over in your mind, you'll ask why?? and at the end (if there's such end to the feeling of hurt and pain) it'll either break you or...make you stronger as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you trully love the person, you'll forgive. But how if he do it again in future? Are you willing to forgive him again? Its either Love or Revenge will rules you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it hurts!Maybe it's the most hurting experience u would ever feel in ur entire life.Could u just imagine,the person u trusted,loved,cared and the last person u've thought would hurt u,betrayed u?But,that's the irony of life,things happen when we don't expect them.Move on,have a life! It's not the end of everything.Nothing is permanent in this world.Forgive?yes of course!Forget?no!Don't seek revenge because you'll hurt yourself the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sucks..I feel like i'd stop breathing and just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to forgive at first and try my best to get it back. cuz did u ask urself why he will betray? If he really betray, must ask for the answer why? If he/she really betray me and really cant to be forgive, why keep on keeping the person which her/his heart not with you and if u really love her/him why dont chose to let her/him go, no point. Maybe next time she/he will betray u again and she/he will do the same thing again and again and again....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal comes in many forms, but be it in the worse form, accept it for acceptance makes life easier for everyone...but make you suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive then love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to take a loooong time before i could ever trust that person again.  He has to earn my trust.  I have the right to snoop around his belongings and ask him questions and he shouldn't have any problem with that even I know he is so smart to hide everything but my feeling helps me... he should understand what i'm going through.. if he doesn't, then he is not worth keeping. But what I want is, he keep away the girl from his life and let him love me again by his own willingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive him and move on with my life.. But hey..its easier said than being done. It's not as simple as that. It really hurts when someone you really love and trust betrayed you for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i would feel totally.............betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant breath, I suddenly stop breathing like your body cannot stand with pain and you fainted and 'I cant believe this' that's all in my mind. My hands suddenly flying to his face, I wish I could die that time, my body feels so light, no soul, no spirit, no feeling at all. That's the very high degree of painfulness until you cannot cry, no feeling, your head is empty, you feel your body so damn light, very light and you cant even speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me if there is any other thing in the word more painful than the feeling of being betrayed by someone you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-6965063101918359036?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6965063101918359036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-you-feel-when-you-were-betrayed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/6965063101918359036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/6965063101918359036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-you-feel-when-you-were-betrayed.html' title='How do you feel when you were betrayed by the one you really love?'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-3642327907588818220</id><published>2009-04-13T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:57:26.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M-United</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SeNOudL5klI/AAAAAAAAACg/TOpikOrY10o/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324185744497545810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SeNOudL5klI/AAAAAAAAACg/TOpikOrY10o/s320/Copy+of+100_2467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its been awhile since I became M-United fan. At first, Im not interested with this soccer thing but thanks to my friends that I always hang out with. Now, I am one of them shouting in the middle of the night. I really into that team. I admire all the players. So, here we go again, I love my M-United shirt.&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/5991495406368616847-3642327907588818220?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3642327907588818220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/m-united.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/3642327907588818220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/3642327907588818220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/m-united.html' title='M-United'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SeNOudL5klI/AAAAAAAAACg/TOpikOrY10o/s72-c/Copy+of+100_2467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-7408545589254815811</id><published>2009-04-13T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:53:55.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futsal and Barcelona Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SeMNdkG_6zI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q080nbcft7E/s1600-h/100_2143+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324113986042456882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SeMNdkG_6zI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q080nbcft7E/s320/100_2143+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few weeks ago, I went for futsal organized by our company. It was the first start of our recreation team. It went well and lots of fun when we saw the real us outside. Some of them with talents, some play just for fun...haha,...Overall, im happy handle this sport. Lucky I have strong team to execute all things...and i was with my Barcelona shirt..yehaaaa, so happy. I am just sporty person and I like sports. Here you go, Barcelona and a BiiiiiiiiG smile all day long...Thanks Bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SeMKqBzwvxI/AAAAAAAAACA/T9cPS0a7qzA/s1600-h/100_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324110901638381330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SeMKqBzwvxI/AAAAAAAAACA/T9cPS0a7qzA/s320/100_2189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SeMKqBzwvxI/AAAAAAAAACA/T9cPS0a7qzA/s1600-h/100_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-7408545589254815811?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7408545589254815811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/futsal-and-barcelona-shirt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/7408545589254815811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/7408545589254815811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/futsal-and-barcelona-shirt.html' title='Futsal and Barcelona Shirt'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SeMNdkG_6zI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q080nbcft7E/s72-c/100_2143+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-2900444195393019004</id><published>2008-10-23T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:17:43.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really appreciate whatever I have now and I love myself a lot...infact, I admire ME everyday. Thats how you maintain your thought, body, mind and physical...is to think positive, love yourself and exercise....Sometimes somehow...I really like to remember what age I started to remember what happened around me...you know what happen when I start think negative about me, I hate ME. Thats not good.&lt;/strong&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/5991495406368616847-2900444195393019004?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2900444195393019004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-appreciate-whatever-i-have-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/2900444195393019004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/2900444195393019004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-appreciate-whatever-i-have-now.html' title='Those Days'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991495406368616847.post-1900048569252385642</id><published>2008-10-23T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:19:06.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging?</title><content type='html'>Why not, just try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991495406368616847-1900048569252385642?l=pagethattalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1900048569252385642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-believe-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/1900048569252385642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991495406368616847/posts/default/1900048569252385642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagethattalks.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-believe-this.html' title='blogging?'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5AFVpU-xuw/SQAPQL5JTaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/92AQXkCkwoE/S220/Page+that+talks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
