<?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-2829465187540617946</id><updated>2011-10-14T08:54:45.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts and perceptions...</title><subtitle type='html'>freedom in expressin myself in any manner that i choose to...my thoughts and views on people, things, issues and happenings...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-1488095701537339282</id><published>2010-07-17T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:33:17.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/TEGis50pq9I/AAAAAAAAANc/_dLWy9v-Kqo/s1600/Macadamia+Biscuits+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/TEGis50pq9I/AAAAAAAAANc/_dLWy9v-Kqo/s400/Macadamia+Biscuits+3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494851912688315346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure bliss. am i in heaven already? *looks at macadamia white crunch cookie* oh yeah, i sure think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks down at my body with curves all at the wrong places* hmmm, maybe not yet. i'm still stuck here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm funnay and my jokes are funnay. you can disagree with me all you want but that doesnt make me think less of my funny self. LOL! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;narcissist at its best. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-1488095701537339282?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/1488095701537339282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=1488095701537339282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/1488095701537339282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/1488095701537339282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/07/pure-bliss.html' title=''/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/TEGis50pq9I/AAAAAAAAANc/_dLWy9v-Kqo/s72-c/Macadamia+Biscuits+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-3010940918168035944</id><published>2010-06-03T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:55:13.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God must have given mothers special strength and energy! &lt;br /&gt;amazing job moms! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3010940918168035944?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3010940918168035944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3010940918168035944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3010940918168035944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3010940918168035944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-must-have-given-mothers-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-2099052016164276107</id><published>2010-05-19T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:36:01.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a hypocrite?</title><content type='html'>yucks! hypocrisy totally puts me off. *barfs*&lt;br /&gt;stop being someone you're not, just so you could fit in!&lt;br /&gt;be yourself cos it's becoming really disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;nuff said. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-2099052016164276107?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/2099052016164276107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-5243299660724492352</id><published>2010-05-08T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:08:08.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acting wisely</title><content type='html'>i strongly believe, that in life, there are certain things that need to be said, and certain things that should never be said. some things are better off shared, for the good of others, while others should never be shared even if it feels like the right thing to do at that point of time, because someday, all of it could be used against you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything is permissible" —but not everything is beneficial. &lt;br /&gt;"Everything is permissible" —but not everything is constructive.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody should seek his own good, but the good of others. &lt;br /&gt;(1 Cor 10:23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said. time to stop talking. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-5243299660724492352?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/5243299660724492352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=5243299660724492352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5243299660724492352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5243299660724492352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/05/acting-wisely.html' title='acting wisely'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-3416247981869026323</id><published>2010-05-05T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:57:54.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls dont play tricks with me this time of the year, every year.&lt;br /&gt;no more stickiness, no more clumping, just stay healthy and clean and silky please?&lt;br /&gt;you make me so edgy everytime i finish my shower, it's like revealing a magic trick and seeing if my hair's all sticky again. :/&lt;br /&gt;let's make a deal, u stay good, and i'll be nice to you too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;licia&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-1029111548118168808</id><published>2010-05-01T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:31:16.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tipping the scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/S9xOi5C_kaI/AAAAAAAAANU/x4ixDlByHx0/s1600/weight-scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/S9xOi5C_kaI/AAAAAAAAANU/x4ixDlByHx0/s400/weight-scale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466330409056833954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ridiculous amount of weight i've piled on over the past few days is seriously not funny. :/&lt;br /&gt;but i cant control that sweeth tooth of mine. and what is a girl to do when she gets all these random cravings of everything that's kilo-friendly? &lt;br /&gt;my willpower on this isnt strong enough. argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-1029111548118168808?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/1029111548118168808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=1029111548118168808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/1029111548118168808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/1029111548118168808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/05/tipping-scale.html' title='tipping the scale'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/S9xOi5C_kaI/AAAAAAAAANU/x4ixDlByHx0/s72-c/weight-scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-3278631770070319951</id><published>2010-04-10T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:16:44.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop hurting yourself, my friend.</title><content type='html'>don't change yourself just so you could fit in. because it's simply not worth it. along the way, you would end up losing yourself. be yourself, embrace the uniqueness of variation. take it from me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3278631770070319951?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3278631770070319951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3278631770070319951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3278631770070319951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3278631770070319951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/04/stop-hurting-yourself-my-friend.html' title='stop hurting yourself, my friend.'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-2162857179605417947</id><published>2010-04-07T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:30:29.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love that abides</title><content type='html'>i've got this inner peace deep within me, which i can't explain in words. &lt;br /&gt;an unspeakable joy with an outburst of hope.&lt;br /&gt;God You're so amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, my work's piling up to a seriously overwhelming degree due to my lack of diligence. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles. much love. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-2162857179605417947?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/2162857179605417947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=2162857179605417947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2162857179605417947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2162857179605417947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-got-this-inner-peace-deep-within-me.html' title='love that abides'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-6656155496670279145</id><published>2010-04-01T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:55:51.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The betrayal by the Iscariot</title><content type='html'>As i partook the Lord's Supper earlier and am being reminded once again of God's great love for mankind, and the many sacrifices that He has made, and of Christ' death on the cross that i may be saved from sin's wrath and spend eternity with Him, i am feeling rather overwhelmed about the betrayal of Jesus by Judas the Iscariot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i have done the same rebukable act if i had been in iscariot's shoes? i sometimes wonder. would the world have enticed me and made me lose my footing? would i have betrayed christ's love for some 30 pieces of silver? even as i continue writing, i must say that there have been many things i've done and said in the past which are not things that i am particularly proud of. in fact, i'm ashamed of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must the Son of God then be delivered into the hands of the betrayer, and be put to death, death on the cross, to die a painful humiliating death? it is to fulfill the sovereign Will of God. God has His plans and purposes and ultimately, everything is done for His glory. if Christ did not die on the cross, today, i'd be believing in vain. if Christ did not die on the cross, there would be no resurrection from the dead. if there was no resurrection, there is no power over evil and sin. and if there isn't power, i'd be living a life of eternal condemnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judas was one of the chosen twelve. lived as one of them, part of them. imagine the hurt and agony of being betrayed by one whom you considered part of you? ever wondered? it'd hurt right to the core, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also believe that betrayal from within hurts a lot more than betrayal from the outside. you'll feel like there's no more hope, and the circle of trust has been broken and severed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet at times, like the betrayal by judas, all these are necessary that the glory of God may be revealed through a character that perseveres and does the Will of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-6656155496670279145?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/6656155496670279145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=6656155496670279145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6656155496670279145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6656155496670279145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/04/betrayal-by-iscariot_01.html' title='The betrayal by the Iscariot'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-5762637465831181058</id><published>2010-03-28T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:23:45.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tweedledee, tweedledum</title><content type='html'>deelahmoooon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-5762637465831181058?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/5762637465831181058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=5762637465831181058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5762637465831181058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5762637465831181058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/03/twiddledee-twiddledum.html' title='tweedledee, tweedledum'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-4936764864205842237</id><published>2010-03-20T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:18:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i used to be so wise...</title><content type='html'>an excerpt from june 20th, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDS OF ADVICE: &lt;br /&gt;we may not understand why certain things/events happened the way it happens, at least not now, but if we learn to trust in God and to have faith in Him, claiming in His promise that "God never leaves us, nor forsake us"...we will see why He has allowed all these things to happen, and it's all for our own good. for "His ways are better than ours, and His thoughts higher than ours". and "in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who has been called according to His purposes". Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm impressed! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-4936764864205842237?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/4936764864205842237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=4936764864205842237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4936764864205842237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4936764864205842237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-used-to-be-so-wise.html' title='i used to be so wise...'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-442116122632543928</id><published>2010-03-17T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:20:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outburst of hope</title><content type='html'>i see the need to pen down some thoughts tonight, for memories sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year 2010 started on a good note. i'd the awesome-st time anyone could possibly have while i was away for nearly a month, vacationing in aussie and singapore. i wouldnt say life was a bed of roses, cos there were also some hilly moments with some ups and downs. but it was a refreshing experience for me. i thank God for that break, cos i really really needed one badly then and i thank God for ppl who made that trip possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt rejuvenated after returning home, with new insights with new hopes with new visions. it was good. i decided my stand, and told myself that 2010 will never be a repeat of 2009 again. and i re-committed my life to God. i want His will to be done, not mine, never mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the death of a friend's dad made me rethink my decisions and my purpose in life. it threw me into a whirlpool of thoughts and i must say i was deeply troubled. still am, today. i questioned myself on the decisions that i've made. "is this really what i want?" kept bugging me. life is short and fragile, and it made me questioned myself as to how much i really really wanted to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to further complicate matters, ppl twisted and turned my words and made me look like an utter fool. of course, i was a fool to have trusted them in the very first place, but it's just very typical of me to trust others easily. i dont like to keep everything within me for the fear that i would explode someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from all these, i'm still having the time of my life and enjoying the liberty 4pm classes have to offer. i have the liberty to do what i long to do, to meet up and catch up with old friends (something that i've neglected for quite some time) and most importantly, enjoying the presence of family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant bear the thought of "losing" my bro when he leaves for his studies. i really cant. i reckon i'd cry buckets. as annoying as he is, i'd miss him so badly i think i'd become a panda. talking about it makes me so emotional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this in my email today. how can anyone say this is mere coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate Will of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As we encounter difficulties in life, it will help us toremember the big picture. First, God is our Father and has awonderful eternal plan for us. We are His children and He lovesus. Second, this time is but a training period for our futurelife with God. We are supposed to be learning to trust God andto obey Him. So, every problem we ever face is an opportunity to walk infaith and please God. Every problem is an opportunity toovercome with God's help. How can we expect to receive theblessings promised to the overcomer if we never have anythingto overcome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i read this during my quiet time this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we experience tragedy, we may wonder about God’s goodness. Is God always good? Yes, He is. He doesn’t promise that bad things will never happen to us, but He does promise to be “our refuge and strength” (Ps. 46:1). He doesn’t promise that we will never walk through heart-wrenching circumstances, but He promises that we won’t be alone (23:4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good—no matter what suffering we are experiencing. Even when we don’t understand, we can say with Habakkuk, “Yet will I rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation” (3:18)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely not a coincidence. God spoke to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;it's true, God never promised a life full of beds of roses. but He promised never to leave us nor to forsake us. and i claim upon that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be strong for the joy of the Lord is my source of strength. &lt;br /&gt;poeple can say anything they want, do whatever they want, but i shall remain strong.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter how twisted things can be....but i always believe that truth will prevail. someday, somehow, everything will make sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made my decision, there's no more turning back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sings, "i have decided to follow Jesus, no turning back, no turning back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's left now is to make that decision....that VERY important one, pertaining to my future. to continue or not? O Lord, i surrender myself to You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia with an outburst of hope~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-442116122632543928?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/442116122632543928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=442116122632543928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/442116122632543928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/442116122632543928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/03/outburst-of-hope.html' title='outburst of hope'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-6772287204544626872</id><published>2010-01-01T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:44:14.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dawn of a new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Sz19knZtdUI/AAAAAAAAANM/fSZOhWJTSlg/s1600-h/dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Sz19knZtdUI/AAAAAAAAANM/fSZOhWJTSlg/s400/dawn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421627594429527362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLESSED NEW YEAR TO ALL! &lt;br /&gt;may the new year bring more love, joy and peace to all of you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 flew by so quickly. it's really scary, coming to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to re-activate my blog for the time being, especially since i'll be away, soon. and keeping a lil journal of what happens when i'm away is like memoribilia to me. so privacy settings have been changed to "open for all" :)&lt;br /&gt;i guess, there'll be more updates on what's happening when i'm away for 3 weeks, than when i'm around for an entire year. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick reminisence of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 started on a dull and sad note due to the demise of a dear friend's mom.&lt;br /&gt;it picked up a bit towards feb 09, when uni started again. &lt;br /&gt;honestly, i cant even remember what happened in the entire month of january. &lt;br /&gt;oh wait, there were lots of late nights, lots of gossip girls and lots of kk-klang-kk-kuantan facebook correspondence *winks* until it got a lil too edgy. XD&lt;br /&gt;maybe this jan it'd be kk-klang-kuantan-sydney correspondence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received my first bouquet of flowers on valentine's. i kept and dried them for months, and only recently threw them out because dad kept complaining there was an unsightly smell coming from my washroom. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relatives came to visit, which is always a pleasant happy thing for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;but that only gives me temporal joy, cos i dislike separation and farewells. but that's just part of life - a time to meet, a time to scatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life became overwhelming shortly after that and it has been a real rollercoaster ride ever since, in all aspects of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like the span of a year in my life has been reduced to the span of each sememster. in other words, i've completed 2 semesters this year, and it feels like two years have quickly passed. each semester had its own set of challenges, tears and joy. if i told you med school is easy peasy, that would be a BiG lie! it hasnt been easy, but God has been my constant tower of refuge, my ever-present help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all said and done, i'm grateful to the Lord for seeing me through all the challenges, difficulties and trials that i've gone through over the past year. it is only by His grace that i am who i am today and with a heart full of thanksgiving, i bid the old year farewell and welcome the new year 2010 with faith and trust that God will continue to provide and to guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past year have changed me into a licia i dont quite recognise anymore. perhaps it would be good to take these couple of months to ponder and to reflect upon my life, and to re-discover myself. but that doesnt mean all changes are bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, licia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-6772287204544626872?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/6772287204544626872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=6772287204544626872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6772287204544626872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6772287204544626872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2010/01/dawn-of-new-beginning.html' title='the dawn of a new beginning'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Sz19knZtdUI/AAAAAAAAANM/fSZOhWJTSlg/s72-c/dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-6725489961201273521</id><published>2009-12-19T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:54:40.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mystery solved</title><content type='html'>dettol mystery is solved.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;you lose, zm, loser! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-6725489961201273521?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/6725489961201273521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=6725489961201273521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6725489961201273521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6725489961201273521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2009/12/mystery-solved.html' title='mystery solved'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-3264134023689345053</id><published>2009-11-15T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:20:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some things just dont change. &lt;br /&gt;mixed jigelyly feelings about evvvverrrythingggg!&lt;br /&gt;some things would never change.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3264134023689345053?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3264134023689345053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3264134023689345053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3264134023689345053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3264134023689345053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-things-just-dont-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-4121233821684947412</id><published>2009-11-05T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:48:38.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson 101: pronouncing "Z"</title><content type='html'>i've never laughed so much while driving. it was crazieeee.&lt;br /&gt;i almost shed a tear of joy and happiness. it was like succeeding in teaching a dumb kid how to read, spell and count. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i taught miss o how to pronounce zebra, zoo, zip, etc. and i succeeded after much patience! XD&lt;br /&gt;she's doing pretty well now, or so i hope.&lt;br /&gt;secret technique:  say zzzzzzzzzz-ebra, zzzzzzzz-ip, zzzzzzz-oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty ambitious i'd say, quite proud to have such an ambitious student. but slightly worried. she cant pronounce zoo ten out of ten times correctly yet, and she's moving on to singing "let's go to the zzzzz-ooo." haha. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did unique new york, sally sells seashells by the seashore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed* i hope tomorrow would be a better day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-4121233821684947412?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/4121233821684947412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-7855630506591816144</id><published>2009-11-03T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:15:36.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a jebra tale</title><content type='html'>licia: say 'zebra'&lt;br /&gt;miss o: jebra&lt;br /&gt;licia: keep saying zebra&lt;br /&gt;miss o: jebra, jebra, jebra, jebra, ZEBRA&lt;br /&gt;licia: *nods* you got it!&lt;br /&gt;miss o: zebra????&lt;br /&gt;licia: yes!&lt;br /&gt;miss o: nooooo! it doesnt sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crowd breaks out in laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~ tulip-sy. says:&lt;br /&gt;check this out:&lt;br /&gt;http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2009/11/jebra-tale.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leafy &lt;zebra&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;@.@&lt;br /&gt;ZEbra&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so meaning the last time i said tat doesn't sound right was right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~ tulip-sy. says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;it was correct&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna blog this up too&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another excerpt: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously.. i tot lic was lying to me when she says i pronounce it correctly..&lt;br /&gt;till now... only i noe, it is the right way to pronounce..&lt;br /&gt;but it sounded more like jibra to me den wat i said.&lt;br /&gt;omg.. maybe i have some deficiency in pronouncing the word z... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss o cant tell whether it's zebra or jebra. she thought i was lying to her when i said she was right. hahahahaha! pure bimboness wei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-7855630506591816144?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-6497531523351372418</id><published>2009-10-29T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:47:28.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's love?</title><content type='html'>1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. &lt;br /&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;br /&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, &lt;br /&gt;it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;br /&gt;Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Sum17ALQjYI/AAAAAAAAANE/uDfBJtFeBCQ/s1600-h/love3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Sum17ALQjYI/AAAAAAAAANE/uDfBJtFeBCQ/s400/love3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398045653644381570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Sum1687sT4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/E458p5UnCxo/s1600-h/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Sum1687sT4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/E458p5UnCxo/s400/love2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398045652773785474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Sum16gFkgTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7Jl9vJr1tC8/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Sum16gFkgTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7Jl9vJr1tC8/s400/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398045645030588722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, that's love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you've been married for some decades, yet fall in love with each other everyday. no, wait, i dislike using the phrase "fall in love". why cant it be to triumph in love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but to me, love is, to look beyond the outward appearance but into the heart. to accept each other as who they are and not who you want them to become. to take all shortcomings in stride. despite knowing that challenges and difficulties may befall you in the coming days, you still choose to take that road with him/her, because living apart from each other would make life meaningless. love is when the other person has grown old, saggy, wrinkled, senile, yet you still love him/her as much or perhaps, more than you did the first time you met. that's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 corinthians has the perfect description of love. &lt;br /&gt;love is not self-seeking.&lt;br /&gt;if love means having to let go, then let go.&lt;br /&gt;love is patient.&lt;br /&gt;if love means having to wait for a span of time, then wait.&lt;br /&gt;love keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;if love means having to forgive, forgive, and forget all their misdoings.&lt;br /&gt;it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;br /&gt;above all, love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's love for mankind is the perfect example of love. humble, true, sacrificial, unconditional and knows no limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i miss my maternal grandparents dearly. no words can describe how overwhelmed i'm feeling tonight. it's been years. but somethings dont change. always cherished, always loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-6497531523351372418?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=6224889096208133763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6224889096208133763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6224889096208133763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2009/10/latest-update.html' title='latest update'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-1387827468397435995</id><published>2009-10-07T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:05:28.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the proposal made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;it's unusual because i dont cry while watching movies anymore. &lt;br /&gt;so this is peculiar. &lt;br /&gt;and the storyline's darn predictable and it's ur typical chick flick with romance and comedy.&lt;br /&gt;so why did i cry? rawr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-1387827468397435995?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/1387827468397435995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-935291320818226824</id><published>2009-10-02T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:20:21.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people who make my heart melt &lt;3</title><content type='html'>joke of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;licia: mie, why does this fruit cake have a banana taste? *while chomping on one* (yeah i chomp on food, not chew. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mie: cos it's banana cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;licia: but i thought it was fruit cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mie: no this one is banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;licia: than the one before was fruit cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mie: yeah, there are two different cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;licia: oh, no wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro who was listening all the while: smacks forehead. che, you're dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mie: how can you not be able to tell a fruitcake from a banana cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro: cos she's lacking memory space eversince she started medschool. so she has to delete prev memory files to make way for new info. and that's why she's dumber eversince she started uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;licia: *blushes* i could tell the difference wert. i said it has banana smell. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;licia: nah, i dont want it anymore, it isnt fruitcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! now can i tell chicken from fish? i wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-935291320818226824?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/935291320818226824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-1387120435596900058</id><published>2009-10-02T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:42:26.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday wish in advance</title><content type='html'>my birthday's still a looooong way to go *hinthint*&lt;br /&gt;but i've one birthday wish this year. and only one/two can fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;i want to unveil the mystery of the dettol bottle, urine sample collector and bandage tape. lzm, you're the one! c'mon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-1387120435596900058?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/1387120435596900058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-321886543858874145</id><published>2009-09-27T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:22:43.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>licia dreads mock osce.&lt;br /&gt;the kiasu-ism to match to leezhaoming's standard hasnt gotten to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;another round of open-more-doors game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-321886543858874145?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/321886543858874145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=321886543858874145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/321886543858874145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/321886543858874145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2009/09/licia-dreads-mock-osce.html' title=''/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-4440894490088657766</id><published>2009-09-24T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:43:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things that matter most.</title><content type='html'>i need to sit down and document my thoughts now. i'm afraid if i go to bed now (which i really really feel like doing at this moment - the hot weather has drained all the energy that's left inside of me), i wont be able to recapture the thoughts that have been provoking me of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey to church this evening was a difficult one. i felt very hesitant, heavy-hearted, and was very tempted to just skip this month's prayer meeting. but i'm glad i went because it's such a refreshing experience. although physically and mentally drained for the day, it's empowerment from within. God spoke to me tonight, and tonight my heart was softened and i heard His still small voice. praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, the past few months have been such a ride. i've never cried so much in my entire life. it was one thing after another, it was as if i was being attacked from all different corners and angles and from various aspects. i was so weak, yet i kept trying to do things my way. i cried till eyebags have become a permanent fixture in licia, i cried till the tears rolling down my cheeks burnt my face, on numerous occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so ashame of myself and of how i run back to God everytime i'm sad and troubled. but when things get slightly better, i start going my own way again, telling Him that i can handle it on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite keeping my quiet time with Him, deep inside me, i knew i was fading away. i grew distant from God and although i prayed everyday for His will to be done, i was like Jonah trying to run away from God, i simply didnt allow God to be part of my life. quiet time was just any other routine. i must say, that there were certain days which were "good days" and i'd cry out to God and tell Him i need Him and apart from Him, i'm nothing. but fast forward to a few days, you see me back to square one. and the cycle repeats itself again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really hope this wouldnt just be another cycle. i think i've had more than enough, and really, apart from God, i'm nothing. life would just be so meaningless without His presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even if i were to forsake Him once again, God is always faithful and He has promised never to leave me nor forsake me. He'd always welcome me with His warm embrace and take me into His presence once again, forgiving me of my past faults and failures, because God's love for me is unconditional and everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many times i chose to do things my own way despite knowing that it wasnt according to God's will. i grew so cold and distant, i was so tempted to leave His presence (knowing that God will always forgive me at the end of the day). yet God is faithful and gracious and ever-so-merciful. i was never allowed to be tempted to more than i could bear. and i couldnt possibly be more thankful for how things have turned out now. hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was so refreshing tonight that gave me a new insight to things, you may ask. it was just like any other prayer meetings but a couple of sharings from missionaries serving abroad. these wonderful people live their lives for God's purpose and glory. it's amazing at how much they've sacrificed for the Lord. yet, i, living in my own comfort zone, refuse to live my life for Him. i'm ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:33 says "But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are really jumbled up and there's no order of any sort. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i started by saying thoughts that have been provoking me of late. yeah, despite drawing away from Him, God never gave up on me. He continued to speak to me, through people and through circumstances, through songs and His Word, but my heart was hardened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking through my older blog posts a couple of days ago, and it hit me and made me realised of how seldom i talked about God these days. it's always about me, never about Him. and it shook me pretty hard (but at that time, not hard enough to wake me up). i used to blog so much about my encounters and experiences with God and of the many miracles i've witnessed in my life, of how i totally depended on Him, trusting in Him in each step of the way, despite the uncertain circumstances and situations i was in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've run dry. very very dry. and i need to be filled again, O Lord. i need You. i really need You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;br /&gt;And it's all about you&lt;br /&gt;All about you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Lord for the thing I've made it&lt;br /&gt;When it's all about you,&lt;br /&gt;All about you Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about time the prodigal daughter returned to her Father. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a similiar note, i'm going to take some time off facebook (as i've come to realised i've spent an exorbitant amount of time on it) to sit down and ponder on more important things, and to set my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am aware, that this is only the beginning, and i may fall back once again. but by God's grace, i will be able to make it through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more that matters in life. i've been so obsessed with my own self, and always trying very hard to satisfy my own selfish desires and cravings, it was as if the world revolves around me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm letting go this time, letting go of anything that has been having a tight grip of me and preventing me to live a life that would reflect upon God's glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe my dear friends (leaf and prece), maybe this would also mean less nonsensical and pointless talk or gossip. haha! and leaf, perhaps less stalking too. lol. there may be slight changes, but i sure hope it's for the better. be with me in this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless and take care. xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-4440894490088657766?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/4440894490088657766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=4440894490088657766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4440894490088657766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4440894490088657766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-that-matter-most.html' title='things that matter most.'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-6283038185721992572</id><published>2009-09-24T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:46:03.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>licia's lonely days are just about to begin...&lt;br /&gt;very soon i'd be found driving to uni alone,&lt;br /&gt;walking on the streets alone,&lt;br /&gt;evading the guards alone,&lt;br /&gt;studying alone in a lil corner in the library,&lt;br /&gt;eating lunches alone,&lt;br /&gt;going to pee alone (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;doing everything you used to do with me, but now alone.&lt;br /&gt;cos you're on your way to being un-single whereas i'm still as single as ever :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sings, "all by myself, dont wanna be, all by myself, anymore"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered having the exact feeling 7 months ago, and it sucks, it sucks big time i tell you. so what? it has happened once, so i should be stronger this time round right? nowhere near! it reminds me of my lonely past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i feel like crying. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone interested in looking for a library partner pls write to oliveathome@hotmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-6283038185721992572?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/6283038185721992572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=6283038185721992572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6283038185721992572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6283038185721992572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2009/09/licias-lonely-days-are-just-about-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-6259701157928581321</id><published>2009-09-13T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:40:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>operation 83721</title><content type='html'>to resuscitate or not?&lt;br /&gt;:s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-6259701157928581321?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/6259701157928581321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=6259701157928581321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6259701157928581321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6259701157928581321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2009/09/operation-83721.html' title='operation 83721'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-4735471957044186858</id><published>2008-11-16T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:17:43.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cravings...</title><content type='html'>i'm gettin chrismassy earlier this year. probably cause i know i wont be in much of a christmas mood during christmas itself due to my summative 1 (which is on new year's eve...what a 'coincidence' eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning, humming christmas carols' tunes. then i started craving for fruitcakes. no, not those ordinary fruitcakes u get at wedding dinners, or cake shops. i want fruitcakes which takes month(s) to prepare, those which are prepared with rum!!! mmmhhmmmm!!! yumm~~~ anyone has any idea where i can find those?&lt;br /&gt;i'd some last year..which tasted, oh, so heavenly! hehe! but i have no idea where i can find them here, and even if i do, i reckon it's going to cost me a bomb! so, maybe it's a good idea to just shuddup and stop tempting myself considering the fact that there's a 90.1% chance of not being able to satisfy my cravings this christmas season. lol. dont ask me why 90.1, i'm just obsessed with that figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on, is there anyone home? lol. i reckon no one visits anymore :( look at my tagboard, all submerged in dust. haha, ok, i know u can submerge things with dust! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note, it amazes me as to how swiftly time passes by (or should i say fly by?), and it amazes me even more as to how much has happened in this short span of 2 1/2 months. indeed, my life has been very eventful and dramatic, which isn't a very positive thing. :s but God is great and He is faithful!!! AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;and in case you're wondering how med school is treating me? i'm proud to say that by God's grace, i'm still alive, and kicking, man!!!! haha. i reckon it's because i enjoy what i study and what i do. i couldnt really ask for more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..let me end with a random fact: med school students party as hard as they study. &lt;br /&gt;let me give you an example - with exams just around the corner, and with 2848327291 facts to cram into our brains, a group of us are planning a sunway lagoon outing. i reckon it's best to scream our lungs out, then nerd like real nerds do. and with that, i mean REAL NERDS! so, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: another month long (or more) hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/SR_W6lQg0DI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0_iRqQx8tjk/s1600-h/fruitcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/SR_W6lQg0DI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0_iRqQx8tjk/s400/fruitcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269166390968897586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!!!!! ARRRGHH!!!! i love CHRISTMAS cos JESUS LOVES YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-4735471957044186858?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/4735471957044186858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=4735471957044186858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4735471957044186858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4735471957044186858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/11/cravings.html' title='cravings...'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_truJKPHyuZg/SR_W6lQg0DI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0_iRqQx8tjk/s72-c/fruitcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-4608288492362770021</id><published>2008-10-02T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:16:55.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to thank all those who still bother visiting my blog albeit my absence. &lt;br /&gt;i'm very sorry...but i really dont have that blogging spirit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;if one day, you come in and you realised that this blog has been made private, that's because i've decided to shut it down. i'm not going to delete it bcos i blogged so much about my australia trip back then, so it's memorabilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot has happened recently. uni has been really interesting. people are great. just log onto my facebook page. or write to me, and i'll tell you stuffs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started this blog because i wanted to express my views on issues. but i simply dont have the time to do that anymore. and i've never been too fond of the idea of blogging about my personal life. i like things to be kept private and special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but praise the Lord. i'm a very blessed person. and if you're wondering if i'm fine, i'm great!!!! i enjoy what i do, so going to uni is never a chore...at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;thank you again, peeps! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i may change my minda bout blogging someday, but not anytime soon. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-4608288492362770021?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/4608288492362770021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=4608288492362770021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4608288492362770021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4608288492362770021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-to-thank-all-those-who-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-7789287175729157754</id><published>2008-07-29T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:11:52.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>separation</title><content type='html'>licia HATES separation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's this time of the year where friends and relatives come back to msia to visit. &lt;br /&gt;and i realised how much i hate being separated again. i think it's because i get very attached to people easily...and then when they leave, i'll get all torned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuo Wu went back yesterday evening. and today i'd to say bye to Kenneth. last week, i'd to say bye to Kendrick. and next week, i'll have to say bye to both Chloe and Julie. and who knows, who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving msia to further my education sounds very exciting to me. but the thought of leaving behind all that i ever owned, tears me apart. no worries, i'm not leaving anytime soon. but the time will come. and i know for sure, that as much as i'll like to leave this place now.....it would come to a time, when i'll be very reluctant to go. the thought of even staying away from home, even if it's only a 45-minute drive away scares me. and i'll like to do away with that as much as i can. besides God, my parents are my top priority. and my brother, haha, i always tell him that i look forward to him being as far away as he can from me, but i know i'll miss him a lot too. and what about G &amp; T? no them, no inspiration. i sound pathetic, huh? yes, i'm proud to be my Daddy's and Mommy's girl. and yes, i admit that i'm veyr protected still and very sheltered. what's wrong with that? i know what it's like in reality...so i'm not being naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY...are my treasured possesions. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know this is very random, but i miss all the Kuans. i'm glad though, that more will be visiting soon, later this year. and early next year. i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt; but there'll always be that dreadful separation. *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-7789287175729157754?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/7789287175729157754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=7789287175729157754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/7789287175729157754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/7789287175729157754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/07/separation.html' title='separation'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-8301972696670582051</id><published>2008-07-16T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:54:12.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you dearly...</title><content type='html'>i miss you...i really really miss you!&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything to spend another day with you...&lt;br /&gt;memories of us will always linger in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;you're always remembered, always cherished, always loved!&lt;br /&gt;i love you and i'm missing you dearly here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;yours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-8301972696670582051?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/8301972696670582051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=8301972696670582051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8301972696670582051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8301972696670582051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-you-dearly.html' title='i miss you dearly...'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-4637927582028058937</id><published>2008-07-07T00:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:28:48.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not to me, not to me</title><content type='html'>Not to us, O Lord, not to us&lt;br /&gt;but to Your name be the glory,&lt;br /&gt;because of Your love and faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;~Psalms 115:1~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, may all glory and honour be given to God. &lt;br /&gt;the past 6 months has been a real ride for me, and it'd be a chapter of my life that i'll remember for the rest of my life. it's a very refreshing period for me, and it has certainly taught me many many things in life, some of which are most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the first couple of months may have been pretty much worry-free as i was away, holidaying and having the time of my life. however, when i got back, and the CNY celebrations were over, reality hit me. and i must say, it hit pretty hard. *oouch!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never have regrets. and i thank God for the many opportunities that He has blessed me with. to many out there, the past six months may have been a pure waste of time, but for me and to me, it helped me set my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the very first time in my life, i'd no idea whatsoever of where i'll be or what i'll be doing. i was initially very very very frustrated, especially so when everyone else's favourite question is "what are you doing now?" and "what are your plans?" but all these taught me one thing - TO TRUST IN THE LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great, and He'll always be. His thoughts and ways are higher than mine. and He knows what's best for me. i may not understand why things have happened the way it has (not that i'm complaining) *winks* but i know, one day, when i look back, i will then understand why things have happened the way it did. and i know everything happens for a reason - for GOD's glory! and this has brought me a lot closer to my Creator! because i now learn to live each day as it comes, and to entrust everything to HIM. Lord, may Your will be done, and not mine! ~Amen~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dear patient readers, in case you were wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/SHD-KaUfB7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/1zAKv0dQwVM/s1600-h/imu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/SHD-KaUfB7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/1zAKv0dQwVM/s400/imu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219951422939793330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be starting in IMU in August and am really looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;praise the Lord for all that You've done. and i thank Dad &amp; Mom for this BIG opportunity! i'll never forget all that you've done for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;your sweetheart ( i meant, dad and mom) :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-4637927582028058937?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/4637927582028058937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=4637927582028058937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4637927582028058937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4637927582028058937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-to-me-not-to-me.html' title='not to me, not to me'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/SHD-KaUfB7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/1zAKv0dQwVM/s72-c/imu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-3733569004203709740</id><published>2008-06-20T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:24:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday has come and gone</title><content type='html'>only 3 words : PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need to relocate anytime soon. and i can still enjoy the comfort of home!&lt;br /&gt;it's so comforting to know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for malaysia, licia's got a big big announcement!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LICIA HATES THE GOVERNMENT! MALAYSIA'S A BIG BIG JOKE. AND SHE'S IRRELEVANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still recall when msia send muzaphar shukor to ISS and i was always on the governement's side. and i became so patriotic. and when everyone else was criticising the leadership, i was standing by it will full support. i've now swung a total 180 degrees. yes, i have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/SFsihpn3xRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mFEpPjcFr-0/s1600-h/ipta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/SFsihpn3xRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mFEpPjcFr-0/s400/ipta.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213798955115595026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTER SCIENCE???!!! are you kidding me? is that even possible? it never occured to me that i could be insulted in such a manner. never. but i guess, God has a plan for me. and it's not to study in public universities. i prayed very specifically and trusted in God this time....and i know, for sure that He answered my prayed very clearly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDS OF ADVICE: &lt;br /&gt;we may not understand why certain things/events happened the way it happens, at least not now, but if we learn to trust in God and to have faith in Him, claiming in His promise that "God never leaves us, nor forsake us"...we will see why He has allowed all these things to happen, and it's all for our own good. for "His ways are better than ours, and His thoughts higher than ours". and "in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who has been called according to His purposes". Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't sympathize with me, unless you're thinking of joining me in ridiculing our government. okay, wait! i'm not suppose to do that. i need to learn to be submissive to the authorities. God, help me! give me grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out,&lt;br /&gt;a very grateful Licia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i love you! Pa and Mie, (i know you don't read this anymore), but i love love love you! thank you for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s p/s (haha): dear readers, keep your questions to yourself for now. don't ask me what's the next step....i'll inform you in due time. God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3733569004203709740?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3733569004203709740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3733569004203709740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3733569004203709740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3733569004203709740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/06/wednesday-has-come-and-gone.html' title='wednesday has come and gone'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/SFsihpn3xRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mFEpPjcFr-0/s72-c/ipta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-18118046067032618</id><published>2008-06-13T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:36:29.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEDNESDAY'S the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;it would be a day that i would remember for life.&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not being dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN GOD I TRUST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-18118046067032618?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/18118046067032618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=18118046067032618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/18118046067032618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/18118046067032618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/06/wednesdays-day-it-would-be-day-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-5206936480625341180</id><published>2008-06-07T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:51:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my absence</title><content type='html'>it's been almost a month since i last updated my blog. &lt;br /&gt;a few friends have been nagging at me to update and "resuscitate" my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i don't have that sort of inspiration to blog anymore. i've lost that touch. i enjoy expressing my views...but sometimes, by the time i log onto blogspot, i don't feel like writing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may come to a point where i decide to delete www.liciashtan.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, everywhere i go, people ask me the same question.&lt;br /&gt;"so felicia, what are you doing now?"&lt;br /&gt;"what course? which uni? when? where?"&lt;br /&gt;and i know that people who constantly reads my blog, asks the same questions too.&lt;br /&gt;i promise to answer those questions soon. but not now. because i don't have the answers yet.&lt;br /&gt;"ask me no questions, i'll tell you no lies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr... now i really feel like deleting this blog. &lt;br /&gt;because like i mentioned before, i'm not the sort of blogger who blogs about his/her personal life. i only did that when i was in australia. and that's because i think blogging about it would be easier than writing to everyone personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that i'm back, i've resume to being my old self. many would disagree with me, and i don't mean to be offensive, but i don't exactly like publicising about my own private life. not that it's wrong or whatever, but sometimes, privacy is not such a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing a lot of thinking recently. and i think i've come to accept and appreciate life more now, knowing that God is always there, and He'll guide and lead me. it's a very comforting thought to know that God never leaves me, never forsakes me, unlike people. i'm living each day with thankfulness and gratitude! and i want to continue living each day of my life for the glory of God! *i hope*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;when life is so uncertain, and when you have no clues of where you'll be in a month's time, it's really comforting to know that God is always there. and He'll always be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, licia's happy and thankful and grateful and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;and she's excited to find out what's next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-5206936480625341180?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/5206936480625341180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=5206936480625341180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5206936480625341180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5206936480625341180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-absence.html' title='my absence'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-3374778711992687069</id><published>2008-05-14T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:40:07.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STPM books for sale!!!!</title><content type='html'>yeaps, that's right! i'm selling my STPM books. &lt;br /&gt;anyone interested? if you know of anyone who'll be sitting for their STPM this year or have just entered Lower Six, please help me inform them.&lt;br /&gt;i'll come out with the list of books that i'm planning to sell. but i've practically, almost everything important. so leave me a comment -here, Facebook, friendster or MSN and i'll get back to you asap. if you have my mobile no, then text me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a note, all books are in superbly good condition, some of which have not even be written on before. i studied okay? haha..it's just that i do my workings elsewhere. prices are negotiable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3374778711992687069?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3374778711992687069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3374778711992687069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3374778711992687069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3374778711992687069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/05/stpm-books-for-sale.html' title='STPM books for sale!!!!'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-1002535415134271390</id><published>2008-05-11T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:55:39.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>licia is....</title><content type='html'>a lot has happened since my last blog entry. &lt;br /&gt;and there are many many many wonderful things that has happened that i'll love to share...but perhaps, another time? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, Licia's a very blessed child of God and is forever grateful to the Lord as well as her parents! Pa and Mie, i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since it's Mother's Day, i wanna wish Mie a blessed Mie's day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing touches a child like a mother's love" and Mie, i'll always be that child. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many women do noble things, &lt;br /&gt;       but you surpass them all." &lt;br /&gt;Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; &lt;br /&gt;       but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. &lt;br /&gt;Give her the reward she has earned, &lt;br /&gt;       and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Proverbs 31:29-31~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you lots! xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates to come...but i think i've lost my touch with blogging. or perhaps, i never had it? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-1002535415134271390?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/1002535415134271390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=1002535415134271390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/1002535415134271390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/1002535415134271390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/05/licia-is.html' title='licia is....'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-3369912419740593202</id><published>2008-04-10T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:00:11.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fruitful and meaningful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_2sTqUSwtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/P5QamqoN32c/s1600-h/fruitful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_2sTqUSwtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/P5QamqoN32c/s320/fruitful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187491799577576146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in a conversation with someone...and we came across the topic of aging.&lt;br /&gt;aging is not a very pleasant topic to discuss with the aging, of course. it may not clearly affect us yet, at this particular moment...but as we grow older and the younger ones threaten our positions, you know stuffs like that...then aging would be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when health problems start to creep in....that's when you know you're getting old. when you do a bit of household chores and then start complaining of back aches and things like that, you're showing signs of aging. wrinkles are no longer trustworthy signs. young girls in their mid-twenties have wrinkles around their eyes too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to keep this short... it doesn't really matter how old we are now. it doesn't matter if we are young or old...it doesn't matter if we are continously aging (because we are)...no point worrying about getting old, because we all will, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most important thing is to live our lives to be as meaningful and as fruitful for the Lord as ever. it's the satisfaction of a meaningful life which makes all the difference, not the age at which we accomplish things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time you complain that you're getting old, remember this "the focus is not about getting old, rather it's the life that we live. has our lives been lived meaningfully?" everyone ought to be happy, no matter what stages of their lives they are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take example, myself..it's suppose to be the prime years...the most enjoyable and exciting years of my life, but if i were to mess it up, what good would it bring? true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ponder upon this. let's live our lives that we may bear fruit for the Lord. than Christ would be proud of our acheivements on judgement day. and by achievements, i don't mean how much money you've earned and all the degrees under your belt. those are only "wordly achievements". there's certainly more to life than just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money...is something, but not everything. it'll help you get most things, but not everything. i can't deny that money is important (especially in my situation now)...it could make a big difference, but never a whole difference. so let's learn to be contented with what we have, and learn to count our blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my emo-days are gone...and i hope it doesn't come back soon. at least not so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~ is thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3369912419740593202?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3369912419740593202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3369912419740593202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3369912419740593202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3369912419740593202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/04/fruitful-and-meaningful.html' title='fruitful and meaningful'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_2sTqUSwtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/P5QamqoN32c/s72-c/fruitful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-5171137809149093645</id><published>2008-04-07T00:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:56:35.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertain feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_kAtB4lBTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7RClnBYCxcU/s1600-h/daddy%27s+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_kAtB4lBTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7RClnBYCxcU/s400/daddy%27s+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186177219493692722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those feelings of mine, which i thought were long gone, are back.&lt;br /&gt;this makes me feel so troubled, so confused, so..uncertain. and the feelings are just so ambigous. all muddled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, be gracious to me and give me wisdom from above, that i may make the right decisions and may glorify Your name!&lt;br /&gt;~Amen~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need is a clear mind, a break (not that i've a hectic life at the moment) and just to unwind and set aside all my worries and fears and concerns. i think i'd be fine. *i hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beaches - charms that still allure...maybe this would help? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-5171137809149093645?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/5171137809149093645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=5171137809149093645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5171137809149093645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5171137809149093645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-gonebut-back-again.html' title='uncertain feelings'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_kAtB4lBTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7RClnBYCxcU/s72-c/daddy%27s+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-2481807390230170711</id><published>2008-04-05T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:44:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 500 countdown</title><content type='html'>the top 500's finally over. the #1 song is nice, but i wouldn't have rated it as top. "all out of love" by air supply. i thought the #500-#400 songs were better. i should have known better. after all, who are the ones casting their votes? not you, not me..not our generation. perhaps, the oldies. lite fm is indeed an 'oldie' radio station. so it's not suprising that the the top 100 songs are not exactly the ones that i favour. i mean, yeah, there are good ones in the top 100 but i'd say that some of those #400 something songs deserved to be in it too. :p i rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean the song addict in me is free. not at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i first heard, well, not exactly first heard, but i heard the tune of 'Jesu, Joy of Man's desiring' in sydney when i was there. i was using one my aunty's spare phones cos i stupidly put sim lock on my own. and i used this tune as my ringtone. then, i went to jb hi-fi and saw josh groban's albums...and this song was one of them. i've a cd of it...and now, i'm addicted to this tune. i tricked my dad into letting me hear one last song of my choice before he play his own favourite cds...i put this song on, and clicked 'repeat'..so it kept repeating. after listening it to like 4-5 times, i confessed and told him it was his turn. hahaha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNdjML2kquc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNdjML2kquc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only problem with youtube is that the good ones are usually disabled for embedding. which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to start brushing up on my english. only about a month left. so i guess, i'll be blogging more often these days. but fret not, maybe i'll touch a lil bit on controversial issues...i'll love to express my views on the political situation in msia now..but there's always this fear of being 'too controversial'. i think the so-called "freedom of rights" stated in our constitution just does not exist. it's only there to 'pai sui' (hokkien saying). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, look at the syariah law now. they even want to extend their syariah laws to the non-muslims now. when i first read bout the news that they were planning to bring the non-muslims to civil court for being caught in close-proximity cases with muslims, i thought nothing about it... and say it wouldn't affect me. (yeah, selfish i know)..then a couple of days later, i was like "no, that is soooooo wrong!" it's just one of their strategies to extend their authority over the non-muslims. first, khalwat involving non-muslims with muslims...next??? everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the statements made by one of those sisters-in-islam rep...she mentioned that it's abusing the rights of the people. which is so true...who gave this people the rights to start rampaging into people's privacy and private lives? i mean, there are so much more crucial issues to attend to? why not channel that effort and time into more beneficial stuffs? i guess, this will always be the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i've got mixed feelings about this 'pakatan rakyat' thingy. one part of me says that it's good. and i'm excited to see what changes and benefits the chinese will get. and i'm looking forward to seeing malaysia heading a new direction (a good one) and being less corrupted, and seeing justice prevail. but then again, politicians are always politicians and will always be. they are, to me, one of the biggest crooks in town. they use words, cleverly using them, stringing them one-by-one in such a perfect manner, it makes us, as listeners, brightened up. however, do they really carry out what they promise to do? time will tell...and we shall see about that. but what scares me is the thought of us, as chinese and as christians, losing out, in terms of perks and rights...it's scary, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know not what the future holds, but this assurance i do have, and can strongly cling to...that the Lord Jesus will continue to be with me, to guide me and to lead me, for i know that He will never leave me, nor forsake me. that's my consolation. that's what i call comfort, and a promise which is being fulfilled even now, and will be at the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never intended to touch on these issues now. but i guess, it's just one of those spur-of-the-moment thingy. i'll write more. and dicuss more intellectual stuffs more often...at least for now. *promise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i look at the political unrest we are facing, the more i want to leave the country. but how? that's the question. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, one more thing before i call it a day..the umno issues. i mean they talk about all these issues and make them so "hangat" as if the umno elections is in a week's time. oh come on, it's in dec. so don't trust everything they say, it can be this today, but it can swing a whole 180 degrees tomorrow to that. that's politics. and that's the game that a lot of malaysians are monitoring so closely, which happens to include my blur sotong friend - 'ah lian'. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all for now. till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-2481807390230170711?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/2481807390230170711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=2481807390230170711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2481807390230170711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2481807390230170711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-500-countdown.html' title='top 500 countdown'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-5510366020228903420</id><published>2008-04-04T00:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:44:47.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube spree</title><content type='html'>i got hooked to lite fm's "top 500 countdown". i remembered listening to some very good songs that i like, but i seriously can't remember them anymore. i can't recall the tune, what more the title of the song. it bugged me so much, i actually took the trouble to go through the entire list of the lyrics station on lite fm's site from a-z. and you know what? i still can't find the ones i like. sighz. this is so annoying. but i came across this few. so enjoy them yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*why do i upload youtubes? why don't i just do a playlist? erm..cos i dunno how? *embarrassed* anyone kind enough to teach me, write to me. leave me a comment or anythg. thanks in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specially dedicated to all of you out there "to go the distance"&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the animation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lenkR5XzSJc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lenkR5XzSJc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool Again...min, this song? evokes memories eh? lots and lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHSIT30DBOY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHSIT30DBOY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like whitney houston a lot...as in a lot a lot a lot. i like most of her songs...and this is one of them. "where do broken hearts go?" can you please tell me?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yvsU4SNWPA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yvsU4SNWPA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shall do for now. i'm afraid i've no other choice but to go to bed a sad, unsatisfied girl. hmmpph!&lt;br /&gt;mission un-accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: nothing interesting to blog about these days..no inspiration, thus nothing interesting to say. maybe i'll come out with something better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i forgot to introduce to all of you the newest addition of the Kuan family - baby Isaiah James Diaz. born on March 24th, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_UV4h4lBQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rYy3yjpmMQ8/s1600-h/isaiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_UV4h4lBQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rYy3yjpmMQ8/s320/isaiah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185074606899528962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_UWbR4lBRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yS7jckD_o3A/s1600-h/isaiah+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_UWbR4lBRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yS7jckD_o3A/s320/isaiah+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185075203899983122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't he cute? i can't wait to see him. i wished i could go over to sydney now and give him a big big hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe now i can sleep better, i hope. &lt;br /&gt;(i don't think sleeping would be a problem at all for me actually, especially if there's no exams or anything to worry about...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;nitez, peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-5510366020228903420?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/5510366020228903420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=5510366020228903420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5510366020228903420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5510366020228903420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/04/youtube-spree.html' title='youtube spree'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R_UV4h4lBQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rYy3yjpmMQ8/s72-c/isaiah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-8709750983616219245</id><published>2008-03-26T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T02:50:14.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for my brother</title><content type='html'>Say it again - Marie Digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xR8EyPH4cP0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xR8EyPH4cP0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it again - Marie Digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVVfo74jzL0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVVfo74jzL0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we touch - Cascada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK0GmiSMNGI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK0GmiSMNGI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-8709750983616219245?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/8709750983616219245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=8709750983616219245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8709750983616219245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8709750983616219245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-my-brother.html' title='for my brother'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-7440494647128020847</id><published>2008-03-25T23:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:26:37.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Minnie!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy 20th Birthday, minnie dearest!&lt;br /&gt;it's been wonderful knowing and getting to know you.&lt;br /&gt;you're a sweet thing, and this is specially dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;here's a toast to our 7 years of friendship. may there be many, many more sweet years ahead of us. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ce_DxJFdgM4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ce_DxJFdgM4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-7440494647128020847?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/7440494647128020847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=7440494647128020847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/7440494647128020847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/7440494647128020847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-minnie.html' title='Happy Birthday Minnie!!!'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-7584709947085495720</id><published>2008-03-20T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:35:56.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Easter Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LORD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the gift of &lt;strong&gt;HOPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave us on Easter morning.&lt;br /&gt;Because of You we know that no problem is too difficult&lt;br /&gt;And even death does not have power over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the gift of &lt;strong&gt;JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You gave us when You were resurrected.&lt;br /&gt;Because of You we know that no matter how challenging life may be,&lt;br /&gt;In the end we will rejoice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the gift of &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You gave us when You laid down Your life.&lt;br /&gt;Because of You we know that there is no sin too great to separate us&lt;br /&gt;And we are incredibly valuable to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the gift of &lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You gave us when You left the tomb&lt;br /&gt;Because of Easter we know this world is just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;And we will spend forever in heaven with You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate You, Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;With hearts full of praise and gratitude&lt;br /&gt;For who You are and all You’ve done for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Holley Gerth-Writer, Dayspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Blessed Easter, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus is alive and He has risen indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-7584709947085495720?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/7584709947085495720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=7584709947085495720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/7584709947085495720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/7584709947085495720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-prayer.html' title='An Easter Prayer'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-4895803780055969175</id><published>2008-03-12T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:36:47.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Lord!</title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord from whom all blessings flow!&lt;br /&gt;May Your Will be done, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;And teach me to be obedient to Your will...&lt;br /&gt;And grant me wisdom, Lord to make the right decisions.&lt;br /&gt;And may all glory and honour be lifted up to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amen~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-4895803780055969175?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/4895803780055969175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=4895803780055969175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4895803780055969175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4895803780055969175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank You, Lord!'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-8330434663910565287</id><published>2008-03-07T01:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:46:09.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aussie toilet bowl</title><content type='html'>As promised Phobz, here are the pictures of my aussie toilet bowl. lol&lt;br /&gt;it was a gift from Desmond koko and Vicky.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was a very nice gift - very very cute. and it has the words 'Australia' on it to remind me of my very memorable holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney's beautiful...and will always remain beautiful to me. unless something bad happens, which i hope will never happen. i'll love to go back again, visit/ migrate or whatever. it doesn't really matter. as long as it's sydney. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R9Ap_3CE09I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9j7MV-fu47s/s1600-h/IMG_3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174682148929852370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R9Ap_3CE09I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9j7MV-fu47s/s320/IMG_3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R9Apj3CE08I/AAAAAAAAAGM/lUkp411pskE/s1600-h/IMG_3356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174681667893515202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R9Apj3CE08I/AAAAAAAAAGM/lUkp411pskE/s320/IMG_3356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R9ApB3CE07I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vXej-r__VYg/s1600-h/IMG_3354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174681083777962930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R9ApB3CE07I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vXej-r__VYg/s320/IMG_3354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coming week is one that i'm really looking forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elections on saturday. it's going to be a very unpredictable one and i'm praying that God will continue to bless our nation. though i'm not that impressed and in love with it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pray that it will be a smooth and fair general elections and the leaders selected will be the ones God has put in power and authority and most importantly, that they may have the fear of God.&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;got a few texts from my friends quoting bernama news. apparently, our stpm results will be released this tuesday. (a day before the ex f5 gets their results) pretty unusual, but at least i won't have to wait longer. i'm trusting in the Lord to provide. may His will be done in my life. and Lord, please bless me with wisdom. please? ~Amen.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not exactly in the mood to blog. i wanted to posts those pictures up only. so nothing intelligent from me tonight, besides my emotions are all jumbled up like a bowl of 'rojak'. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nitez, peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~licia~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: can't wait to meet mei lian and yi wen this weekend. i've been missing mei lian so much the entire week. very very weird. and i don't know why. hehe...glad she's quiting her job now...to accompany me on my grocery shopping sprees.lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i've not done any serious shopping eversince i got back =) good news for mom!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-8330434663910565287?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/8330434663910565287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=8330434663910565287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8330434663910565287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8330434663910565287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/03/aussie-toilet-bowl.html' title='aussie toilet bowl'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R9Ap_3CE09I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9j7MV-fu47s/s72-c/IMG_3357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-540637945843022431</id><published>2008-03-02T14:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:54:34.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three dots = ...</title><content type='html'>i'm not emo-ed. but i'm a lil mad.as in upset mad. not sick mad. okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever get mad at someone (usually girls) at the way they behave and the way they try to behave? i'm not going to mention names here, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story goes this way -- this girl that i know (we don't really talk much, but i see her all the time) i know a tiny bit bout her, not much though. but we used to like, smile at each other, wave or just a simple hi everytime we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very recently, she's got a boyfriend. so what, right? boyfriend only wert? but no, she's different. she thinks she's super great now. she walks with some "special air". i don't quite know what air though. she doesn't say hi, no smiles. so snobbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's an example of the many i know out there. what's with this attitude huh?&lt;br /&gt;leave me comments if you've seen people like that too...who changes after getting struck by love?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not being a sour-graped sore loser..but what's so bad about being unattached for now? i've got liberty to do as i please okay? and to meet as many people i want to for now. besides, i'm still young. i don't plan to settle down like in 2 years, so there's really no rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. i lied. i'm dying to be loved and to love. haha...but i'm not desperate. that "dying" word was just a figure of speech. hehe...of course i'll love to have someone that i look forward to seeing everyday also, but at least not at the moment. so why do u have to act as if you're showing off huh? i can show off my "single-ness" too, u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me comments!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i know i shouldn't be mad at people. it's just not worth it, cos i'll get wrinkles and stuffs like that? what lar? (ooh, my lahs are coming out....again) a girl who's barely 20 talking about wrinkles? then, what does that make my grandma? hehe..a dinasaur? no! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to those people. they are boys! but they have mouths like girls. goodness *smacks forehead* *smacks again* trust me, meet this couple of guys, then you'll know. they gossip like mad. and they talk about things that are not important at all. and the questions they like asking??? *smacks forehead again* if they were pretty girls, i'd have called them bimbos. but they are not pretty, neither are they girls. they are not "boys" either, and neither are they good looking. so i really don;t know what to call them? jerks, perhaps? huhu...&lt;br /&gt;never mess with licia..never step on her foot. she bites! and she bites real hard. so BEWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for that couple of guys...i'll look away and try not to have to see their faces. but when i've no choice, and i've to be near them, i'll snap back real hard...hard enough for them to regret asking me those silly questions. i'm not as mean as u think i am. i'm just sensible. and if you're wondering, "then why even be near them?" or "sendiri cari pasal". let me answer you by saying this, "i just have no choice. really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one post on girls, one on guys. both on the same group of people. i'm not biased.&lt;br /&gt;airheads.&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes behave like one...but in different aspects. but that's mainly for amusement purposes. see how kind and toughtful i am? cheering people up at my own expense.&lt;br /&gt;buhbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... (end with three dots)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-540637945843022431?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/540637945843022431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=540637945843022431' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/540637945843022431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/540637945843022431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/03/three-dots.html' title='three dots = ...'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-5168472882116275611</id><published>2008-02-26T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:09:04.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new look</title><content type='html'>yours truly decided to get her hair cut yesterday..or should i say yesterday yesterday (sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she decided to get it cut real short since she doesn't have to abide by school rules anymore. even mom was shocked when she saw the hairstylist cutting off that much hair. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it, i'm not really bothered whether people like it or not. to me, it's refreshing. after long, long hair. i don't miss my long locks at all. not the slightest bit. most people have complimented so that's good news. i wanted to cut my hair real short back then...when i was still in school, but i wanted a tie-able length by stpm. so that was my problem. and i wanted a decent hairlength for the wedding. so what better time to cut it than now??? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we figured out this theory - women in shorter hair do not look as attractive if compared to women with longer hair. it's like long hair has that sex appeal. if you walk down the street and you see 2 woman, one in short hair and the other in long hair, both with as flattering bodies, you'll tend to give the woman with the longer hair your first look. trust me. if you don't believe, try it for yourself. but remember k? it has to be 2 women who are just as good looking. don't compare an aunty in long hair with a young hottie in short hair k? then, this theory does not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170957624527732866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R8LukAaSwII/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y6bHWLPTVFw/s320/IMG_3280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170958582305439890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R8LvbwaSwJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JxjY2mfd31s/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;looks like the theory doesn't quite work with me either. hehe.. i think the second photo of myself looks better. you wanna know why? because i pick the ugliest picture of me for the before one. and the nicer picture for the after one. huhu.. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on a side note, i visited my ex-school today (i like that ex- word there). some people couldn't recognise me. huhu. it was nice meeting ex-teachers and ex-schoolmates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;going back brought back lotsa memories. mostly pleasant ones. i only had unpleasant flashbacks when i met people i never wanted to meet again back then on my last day of school. but overall, it was a very sweet reunion with my alma mater. will be going back again to get more documents certified. and besides, results should be out real soon. i'm anxious and excited at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God, help me to be obedient to whatever You call me to. and may Your Will be done in my life! ~Amen~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nites, peeps!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: Phobz, if you're reading this, leave a comment on my cbox. if it doesn't allow you to do that again, let me know. i'll *kill* it! haha..how can it not let my cuzzie miles and miles away leave a comment? but kenneth seems to be able to leave msges. hehe...talking about favoritism. boohoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-5168472882116275611?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/5168472882116275611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=5168472882116275611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5168472882116275611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5168472882116275611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-look.html' title='my new look'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R8LukAaSwII/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y6bHWLPTVFw/s72-c/IMG_3280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-2618543141425065473</id><published>2008-02-14T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:59:01.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GREATEST LOVE of all</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's everyone! minnie and i are suppose to have a candlelight dinner tonight by the klang river. anyone interested to join? all or welcomed. tee shirts and shorts are enough. no need for roses or gifts. 7pm. remember to bring masks (foul smell) and apply lots of mosquito repellent before you come. and we'll all gaze at the stars together and dance in the moonlight. she even suggested that singles should make valentine's day a friendship day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this from my devotional Our Daily Bread. it's a very meanignful one and i thought i'll share this with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best place to find love is not in another person but in a book, the Bible. The Bible tells of God’s great love for us. This is expressed in what my friend called the best love note she had ever received. It’s found in John 3:16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For God so lo&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ed the world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That He g&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His on&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Begott&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hat whoever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believes &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ot perish, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But have &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God loves us like no one else ever could. He showed that love when He sent His Son, Jesus, to be our Savior. He’s also the best companion we’ll ever have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've found Him, have you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000040;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone! and enjoy your day with your loved ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Note: i keep trying to allign it so that VALENTINE appears in a straight line but this silly system jsut doesn't permit it. check &lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/"&gt;www.rbc.org&lt;/a&gt; if you want to see the original post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-2618543141425065473?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/2618543141425065473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=2618543141425065473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2618543141425065473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2618543141425065473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/02/greatest-love-of-all.html' title='The GREATEST LOVE of all'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-7187197064655411617</id><published>2008-02-07T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:03:42.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY '08!</title><content type='html'>Happy chinese new year everyone! may God continue to bless all of you!&lt;br /&gt;we'd new year's eve's dinner at our place last night. it was a pleasant one. but nothing beats the Kuan's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church this morning. enjoyed meeting so many people that i've not seen over the last couple of months. although it was short, but it was wonderful catching up with some of you.&lt;br /&gt;i'll catch up with u peeps soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to grandma's for lunch and more reunion. pretty exciting playing with the younger ones. they were superbly entertaining. they put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to be back although i very much still miss sydney and everyone there. but it's great to be home! in fact, mom has been missing me so much, we've been chatting all day long for the past couple of days. i guess she's just too excited about having me back after 5 very long weeks. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house was so different to me when i get home. i opened the door and saw something i'd never seen before. it's good to be away for awhile cos when u get back u see a whole new thing. it's a feeling that cannot be described in words. i'm enjoying every single of what life has to offer for me and as mie puts it, " i've all the time in the world and am the free-est person!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just like to say my thank you's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Father God&lt;br /&gt;If not for His great blessings, i'd not have had the opportunity to go to the land down under. I love You, Lord. i love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pa and Mie&lt;br /&gt;i love the both of you from the very bottom of my heart. mie, thank you for getting dad to agree with me being away from home for so long! thank you for financing the entire trip. and i believe that this trip has also brought all of us closer. i love you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Uncle Stan and Aunty Ivy&lt;br /&gt;the both of you have been so hospitable. you have made my stay in sydney so comfortable to the extend of me finding it hard to leave. thank you so much for everything. you treated me like i was part of the family. really looking forward to seeing the both of you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Uncle CK and Aunty Grace&lt;br /&gt;thank you for having me around at your place. it was great catching up with u, si ee. and it was great fun with the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Uncle Santiago and Aunty Emily&lt;br /&gt;i love playing triominos with the both of you and watched you beat me from behind. i love the japanese food we had. and i enjoyed your company a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pascal and Davina&lt;br /&gt;paccy, you are a real gentleman. davina chee chee, thank you so much for taking me all over the place and for taking time to be with me. it was a lovely time being with the both of u. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Desmond and Victoria&lt;br /&gt;it was great getting to know the both of you better. it was lovely doing aqua with u vic. n even more beautiful going to manly with you and boogie board. missing the both of you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing all of them already. and i really hope i can make it to the Reunion in Hawaii in 2009. but i hope i won't have to wait for that long. i hope i'll be able to see you real soon. hehe.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, licia's a happy happy girl who loves the Lord and her family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great time celebrating with your loved ones, peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-7187197064655411617?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/7187197064655411617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=7187197064655411617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/7187197064655411617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/7187197064655411617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-cny-08.html' title='Happy CNY &apos;08!'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-6117874432747396132</id><published>2008-02-05T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T06:10:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, sydney!</title><content type='html'>it's been a wonderful wonderful holiday. and i've really enjoyed myself here. more than i'd expected actually. i don't have much time to blog. will blog more when i'm home. i want to go hug jazz real tight and hope i'll see her again. she's old, you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be leaving in 3 hours time. so if you feel like going to the airport, go! go and welcome me. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins came over last night to say goodbye. davina chee chee and paccy gave me something from church. and desmond koko and vic gave me an aussie toilet bowl. will post a pic of it soon.&lt;br /&gt;i've never spend so much time away from home before. and i really had the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a lil emo-ed now. so i shall leave.&lt;br /&gt;people at home, people in msia, you'll have to see this face of mine soon. like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;pa and mie, i doubt u've been reading (which is good actually) i love you!!!! can't wait to meet all of you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;people in australia, i'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-6117874432747396132?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/6117874432747396132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=6117874432747396132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6117874432747396132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6117874432747396132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodbye-sydney.html' title='Goodbye, sydney!'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-763640708487632420</id><published>2008-02-04T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:06:21.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE! licia's all emo-ed</title><content type='html'>i can't believe time passes by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a lil stressed up right now with a lot on my mind. thus, an emo-ed post.&lt;br /&gt;was going through some friends' friendster profiles. managed to read a few comments on their profile. and i got disgusted. why? i'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"wakakka...so good ar u!!haha^u not stay kl de meh?hehe "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;why de?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"lol...it's ok la...i won mind de..haha..sick ad!!!walao...wana CNY liao leh...hw r u ad???gt c doctor???rmb 2 eat medicine,,,drink mor water..o els i wil dan xin de leh...XPmi aaa...on de way sick...lol..wana sick liao...T.T" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this is a real sick girl. even if she claims to be "sick on the way" and she's dan xin. i would be if i were her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"U got learn japanese ar? ?wher u learn...i also wan...tell me...Pls..............."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeah i take japanese lessons. you sure u want another language when u r struggling with one that's very widely spoken worldwide. i suggest that u PLEASE take ENGLISH instead. or just put in more effort in writing in proper tenses. not that i speak excellent english. but at least i'm not that detestable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't quote the sites and the names of the people. it's due to privacy reasons. i still have a heart. not that heart-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. i know. i'm not in a position to say anything, but if it makes me feel better, why not?&lt;br /&gt;i can never imagine myself saying such things. especially not after i've been in sydney for 8 weeks with hardly any manglish spoken. hit me hard if you hear me saying such things okay? i'm pretty determined not to even use -lahs and -ahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you think those comments are enough to kill me, wait till you see some of the pictures with the titles. it's gruesome! it's...yucky! i can throw up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, feli flee! yeah...i better go before i say more things which i may regret later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, GOLDIE was 3 yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! i'll be home soon. very soon. i promise. and then i'll cuddle you to sleep and kiss you till you get so sick of it. i promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EDIT: i felt pretty bad after publishing the post, yet not bad enough to make me remove it. but bad enough to add a note. i quickly went through all my archives. erm, some of them, not all. i don't have that much time. i went through to see if i'd posts with such terrible manglish  in it. now i'm convinced and pretty confident that i've not. so i can go on "kutuk-ing them de!"  all the edited parts are in&lt;/span&gt; green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-763640708487632420?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/763640708487632420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=763640708487632420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/763640708487632420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/763640708487632420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/02/beware-licias-all-emo-ed.html' title='BEWARE! licia&apos;s all emo-ed'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-5880475571907785694</id><published>2008-01-31T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:45:01.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an eventful week</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;MONDAY, 28th Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins' day out. we all met at des and vic's place. had burittos for lunch. yummy mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;then, we had a few rounds of games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 6pm, we headed to balmoral beach. jumped off the pier again. i've posted pictures on facebook. pretty good ones. it was a shame that i ran out of battery halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back and had risotto for dinner - all made by des. dee made salad which may not have looked that good (because it was all green) but it tasted really good. see? looks can be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more rounds of games and photos, then we left. it's probably our last cousin meeting before i leave next tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twins and i watched "the notebook" at midnight. when i played the movie, i had no idea what it was. the minute i saw two elderly people, i knew i'd watched it before. i kinda fall asleep in the middle of the movie. cos really...there's nothing that exciting about it once you've watched it before unlike "how to lose a guy in 10 days".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY, 29th Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twins left at about 9am when aunty emily came to pick em up.&lt;br /&gt;i followed uncle stan to the city. he had an appointment with the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;so we had an early lunch or  brunch as i'd call it. then he left for the dentist, while i left to do my own shopping. the big problem was i forgot to bring my phone out, didn't wear a watch and didn't have my camera with me either. so i'd no idea what time it was at all. and i was suppose to meet him at the dentist's place at 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wandered around the area, but cleverly remembering all the landmarks and street names. the last thing i wanted to happen is to get lost. i just kept walking, and walkin and walkin and then came across this clothes store which had so much attractive stuff. i got in there and started putting on clothes. then it struck me, that time was passing by. i quickly asked the sales assistant what time it was, rushed out and literally ran all the way back to the dentist. and guess what? uncle stan wasn't done yet and i'd to wait until 1.15pm. so much for the running. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for a movie that night - "waterhorse"&lt;br /&gt;i'd this preconceived idea that it was going to be a scary one. it turned out to be good not just un-scary. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing about australia that shocked me is the movies. they are released much later than other parts of the world which also happens to include malaysia. like the other time when i went to watch "i am legend", i initially wanted to show off to my brother. and so i texted him and said "boy, guess what? i'm watching daa daa daa...." and he replied, "che, i watched it like 2 weeks ago!" and i'm like "what????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fashion sense as well, i thought it'll be faster than malaysia. guess i was wrong. it's about the same timing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDNESDAY, 30th Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept in till really late yesterday morning. i only got up at about 10am. (hey! that's VERY late okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to excelsion (mie, that was the place we had dinner the day we arrived)&lt;br /&gt;it serves really good food. but it's a very long drive. about an hour's drive. and it was burning yesterday. it's like sydney has been experiencing very weird weather changes recently. one day, there's a storm. the next day, you have a msian humid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so hot yesterday not forgetting it was really humid. on a day like that, only the beach seems inviting. even shopping doesn't soung good to me. if i can't go to the beach, then i want to stay indoors. speaking about beaches, i texted mom the other day and said, "mie, your daughter is now chow-tah!" and she said, "i hope we can still recognise you when we pick you up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see? i came as a chinese but i'm going back as a malay - to celebrate chinese new year. how ironic is that? you tell me. i kept telling aunty ivy. i said, "i don't have to bother to dress up anymore. cos it does not matter. even a beautiful dress fails to brighten me up. i just look so dull" and she said, "well, you like the beach so much?" and i said, "yeah, i love the beach. if vicky's taking me there again this weekend, i'll still go..hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a real confused girl huh. a complain freak! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took jazz for an evening walk last night. and this smart girl decided that she wanted to take a different route because she was tired of the same old things and wanted a longer walk after the big dinner she had. it turned out to be -SHE GOT LOST! lol. it was late. and she didn't know where she was. she just kept walking. poor jazz was so tired, she decided that she didn't want to walk anymore if this person holding her can't decide where she wants to go. i'd to carry her for a few minutes and phew! thank God, i got my bearings and found my way home. lol. good thing i'd jazz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY, which happens to be today (okay, it's so not funny)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to chatswood to get some photos enlargement done. and then we went to double bay for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double bay is a real expensive area where celebrities hang out. we saw some aussie celebs at the restaurant we had lunch the last time (when mom was still in aus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle says, "it's double pay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were walking around the area. and we went to this shoe shop. a few items were on sale. the  shoes were displayed as if they were sold in a flea market and guess how much they were? $400 aussie!!!!! oh my goodness! they were all designer labels. jimmy choo, d&amp;amp;g, balenciaga and a lot of aussie designers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's pause for a quick weather update - still hot, as hot as ever, i reckon it's preparing me for malaysian weather. and you know how hot malaysia is every chinese new year! but it's not that humid today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of watching another movie tonight. i'll go pick now. see ya peeps.&lt;br /&gt;ooh,and i heard that uncle stan and aunty ivy's taking me out to a very nice place for dinner tomorrow night. i think it's sheraton on the park. it's in the city. i saw pictures taken there. and it was nice. i'll bring my camera tomorrow. i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going for another walk after dinner tonight. lol. no more getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-5880475571907785694?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/5880475571907785694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=5880475571907785694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5880475571907785694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5880475571907785694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/01/eventful-week.html' title='an eventful week'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-6952950602373057144</id><published>2008-01-28T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:35:58.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>australia day and sunday</title><content type='html'>it was australia day here on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i followed uncle stan and aunty ivy for breakfast in the city. des and vic came too.&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast, we went over to des and vic's place. we helped him installed his dvd player. then, we went for aqua aerobics. it was so much fun. cos the music was all march-like and parade-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to longueville to take my shower and followed des and vic out again.&lt;br /&gt;about 1pm, vic dropped me at the train station. took a train to the city-wynyard stop.&lt;br /&gt;waited at mcd on george street to meet dee and paccy who were attending french classes in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;davina chee chee took me around the rocks. we went to the rocks market. the sun was burning. but it was so fun. the place was packed. the festival of sydney was still going on.&lt;br /&gt;we walked around for almost 4 hours, then boarded a bus to go back to dee's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we snacked, then took a short nap. paccy plays semi-professional soccer (as in football) for Manly United. and he was playing that night against western sydney berries. (yeah, a lousy name, but they played pretty well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee and i went for the match. a pretty good game. they played well and it was very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;after the football match, dee dropped me at the jenkins'. (uncle stan and aunty ivy were having dinner with the jenkins') i had a yummy dessert - sticky date pudding with ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chatted for a lil while. and left about 11ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a few things i'd wanted to do in sydney. and these were the 3 things which i did it all in a single day.&lt;br /&gt;1. take a train (and i took it all by myself, not bad eh?)&lt;br /&gt;2 visit the rocks&lt;br /&gt;3. watch paccy play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a happy happy girl that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church service at st. andrews uniting church was at 9.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;guess what time yours truly woke up? 9.05 am!&lt;br /&gt;rushed to the washroom to wash-up, then changed. and off she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to chatswood chase for lunch. went back home to pack my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;helped aunty ivy to arrange the photos from the wedding. they're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des and vic came to pick me up. we headed straight to balmoral beach. the guys from their church were playing beach cricket. they normally play touchfootball every sunday. but they decided to play beach cricket this week instead. i was sitting down at the beach watching them play with totally no idea whatsoever of how the game works even after numerous people have explained the game to me. it wasn't a game that i was interested in. so i guess, i don't bother to learn it up either. even if it's just watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the girls came up with this brilliant idea of heading down to a cafe to have iced coffees. vicky and i grabbed ice-creams instead. how refreshing? ice-creams on a hot sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after food, some of the girls changed into their swimmers. vic and i were already in our swimmers. instead of going to the beach and swim out to the sea, guess what yours truly did to get into the water? we jumped from the pier!!!!! i wished we had photos of it. it was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine jumping from somethg high to get into the water???!!!! and then in you go into cold water. haha...and the best part is, you won't be able to stand on the ground. haha...&lt;br /&gt;i'll do that again if we go to balmoral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the beach, we dried ourselves then followed des and vic to church for the 6pm service.&lt;br /&gt;they attend an anglican church in mosman. which was also where the wedding was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after service, we went to get thai takeaway dinner and went to matt's place (des and vic's church friend) to watch TENNIS! it was a real exciting match. Novak Djokovic vs Jo-Wilfried Tsonga. i was for djokovic while the other girls were all for tsonga. i've watched most of djokovic's games and liked him eversince. we were all tensed up and nervous. fixing our eyes onto the tv screen. djokovic won 4-6, 6-4, 6-3, 7-6. a 3 hrs 6 minutes game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 11pm when we left matt's place. we headed back to longueville. the twins were waiting for me. we were suppose to watch 'the notebook' together. guess not anymore. when i got home, it was so late and i haven't had my bath. so by the time i got out from the shower it was past midnight. and then the 3 of us helped ji ee with more photos arrangement. it was 2.30 am by the time we got to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up for today??? it's cousins' day out!&lt;br /&gt;we'll be going over to des and vic's for lunch in a couple of hours time.&lt;br /&gt;we'll probably be going to manly for BEACH! it's a hot sunny day and it's for the BEACH! lol.&lt;br /&gt;and if we do go to manly, vic and i will probably go to max brenner's again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya peeps!!!! in exactly a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-6952950602373057144?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/6952950602373057144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=6952950602373057144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6952950602373057144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6952950602373057144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/01/australia-day-and-sunday.html' title='australia day and sunday'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-9081655437111587645</id><published>2008-01-25T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:53:06.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture speaks a thousand words</title><content type='html'>as promised, here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to upload as many as i can. depending on the speed okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i post up the pictures, just a lil' update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, vicky and i went to manly beach. we didn't surf. but we did boogie boarding. we were at the beach for a pretty long time. the waves were awesome. it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the beach, we headed to max brenner the chocolate bar! yummy. i was like a lil' kid who got excited with everything i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house specialty is the Suckao, a small metal bowl sitting over a small flame. You mix chocolate shavings - choose white, milk or dark - with hot milk and wait for it to melt, then you suck it through the metal straw/spoon/ thingy provided... YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159301503325832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5mFYdLgBbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BtvtummJnXk/s320/max_brenner_185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also ordered the belgian waffle. it was served with ice-cream, strawberries and bananas. and i'm telling u it was so so good! if they open one in KL, i'll go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159301417426486690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5mFTdLgBaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qRawIA8KfPk/s320/max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delicious isn't it? i regret not bringing my own camera to manly. then i could have taken so many more pictures. these pictures were taken from the net. but they look exactly the same. and if i'd taken my camera, i'll have pictures of myself boogie boarding! arrgghh! but that was because we just leave all our belongings on the beach when we are in the water. so it's a lil risky bringing valuables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and on thursday, which was yesterday, we went to the taronga zoo.&lt;br /&gt;i've posted the pictures on facebook. in fact, there are a lot more pictures in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;which includes pictures taken at the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;so if you are interested to have a look but just realised that you're not my friend. my name is licia tan. that should be sufficient. and i'll decide whether i want to add you or not. lol. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;alright, pictures. no more talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5mCxtLgBZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8-7F413t-dI/s1600-h/P1000410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159298638582646162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5mCxtLgBZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8-7F413t-dI/s320/P1000410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taronga zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5mCAdLgBYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TxGaidlr3wI/s1600-h/sydney+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159297792474088834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5mCAdLgBYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TxGaidlr3wI/s320/sydney+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taronga zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5mBb9LgBXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pTEX9pXpJeg/s1600-h/sydney2+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159297165408863602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5mBb9LgBXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pTEX9pXpJeg/s320/sydney2+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;medibank tennis tournament &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sydney olympic park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l_gNLgBWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Kat4a8_nXxc/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159295039400052066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l_gNLgBWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Kat4a8_nXxc/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; UNSW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l-59LgBVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Zea_oJii7IA/s1600-h/sydney2+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159294382270055762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l-59LgBVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Zea_oJii7IA/s320/sydney2+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l-N9LgBUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1jOuF4fov1g/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159293626355811650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l-N9LgBUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1jOuF4fov1g/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the gap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159292629923398946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l9T9LgBSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y8g8yp7EqRk/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the gap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159292926276142386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l9lNLgBTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZPFqMjeXpSc/s320/sydney2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darling harbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l9M9LgBRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-SvM27oGvBA/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159292509664314642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l9M9LgBRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-SvM27oGvBA/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempus two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hunter valley &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(when i first arrived-check archives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l9BtLgBQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/e0RrrIIIdt0/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159292316390786306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l9BtLgBQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/e0RrrIIIdt0/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sydney opera house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l899LgBPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VrlSOmfXdZY/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159292251966276850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l899LgBPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VrlSOmfXdZY/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sydney harbour bridge with mie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l84dLgBOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VbMvD2i8rWc/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159292157476996322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l84dLgBOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VbMvD2i8rWc/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sydney harbour bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l8m9LgBNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HjuC90yuWz8/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159291856829285586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/R5l8m9LgBNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HjuC90yuWz8/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; benches in the city&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all for now. have a nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going out for dinner. YUM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~licia the sweetheart~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laugh out LOUD!!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-9081655437111587645?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/9081655437111587645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=9081655437111587645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/9081655437111587645'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i came across this song when i first joined cycling classes at fitness first.&lt;br /&gt;the more i listen to it, the more i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Miracle by Cascada&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy meets girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were my dream, my world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You cheated on me from behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on, my own, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I know, it's true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a miracle, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna be your girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me a chance to see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you are made for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a miracle, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please let me be your girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day you'll see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it can happen to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a miracle, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna be your girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me a chance to see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you are made for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a miracle, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please let me be your girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day you'll see, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it can happen to me, can happen to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day and night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I know, for sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love is real,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my feelings pure, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So take, a try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no need to ask me why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I know, it's true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iphw_91d4ck"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iphw_91d4ck&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/01/miracle.html' title='MIRACLE'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-4898978746249555226</id><published>2008-01-22T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:12:11.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more updates...</title><content type='html'>i met julia online just now. i met her for the first time when i first got here and we got along pretty well. anyway, she was asking me what i've been doing ever since she last saw me.&lt;br /&gt;*beaches&lt;br /&gt;*movies&lt;br /&gt;*gym&lt;br /&gt;*aqua aerobics&lt;br /&gt;*shopping&lt;br /&gt;*tasmania trip&lt;br /&gt;*food&lt;br /&gt;*blue mountains and jenolan caves&lt;br /&gt;*ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;*sleepovers&lt;br /&gt;*games&lt;br /&gt;*wedding&lt;br /&gt;*dinners&lt;br /&gt;(almost had sydney festival 2008 listed too. sighz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i've been doing a lot. in fact, ever since everyone (from overseas) left, i've been out everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the city again today. spent a few couple of hours there shopping.&lt;br /&gt;then, i had dinner at a french restaurant in willoughby. desmond and victoria were there too.&lt;br /&gt;delicious food. it was a shame i didn't snap a few shots of it. crepe suzette was lovely. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up for tomorrow? gym. probably tagging along with uncle stan for his personal training. hopefully he wouldn't mind. then vicky's coming to pick me up and we'll be going to manly beach. if the waves are too dangerous, then we'll do roller blading. or else we'll be surfing. woots! or boogie boarding. we'll see how.  and later in the evening, aqua aerobics in lane cove. i'm loving it. i wish i could get that in malaysia too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? yours truly have been training hard so as to not turn up flabby for cny! lol. not so much of losing weight but more of toning up. lol. yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i won't pile it up. i'm enjoying all this exercise. i even took jazz out for a short walk this morning after gym and before aerobics. haha...good eh? i'm fitter than u think right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out,&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch sharapova against henin now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-4898978746249555226?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/4898978746249555226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-4022744371550550754</id><published>2008-01-20T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:29:25.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tasmanian trip</title><content type='html'>back from tassie. spent 3d/2n there.&lt;br /&gt;interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we arrived at hobart, uncle stan hired a car and drove straight to port arthur's, stopping somewhere in the middle to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;port arthur's cool. it's not a port. it was a prison centuries ago. it's more like a historical place than a port where ships dock. i'm not in the mood to write now. but thought i'll just do a short update. so excuse me for the bad writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the british reign, port arthur's the place where they send all the criminals to. it's safe-for the criminals cos it's in the woods and surrounded by lots of water. we took a short tour around the place. and i even went on the harbour cruise. that was really nice. i went to the upper deck, to take some photos. i've a few good shots. the wind was so strong and it was really cool. i can't explain it in words. it was just amazing standing there experiencing another wonderful creation of God. scenery was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the tasman national park after that. 1 word. splendid.&lt;br /&gt;we stopped by at kingston for tea then head over to david's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short introduction about david's place. he lives at the foot of a mountain. the journey there is pretty long considering that tasmania is not that big. and the roads leading to his place is....erm, how should i put it? let's just say it was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has his own farm. a very big piece of land but i wonder why they don't build bigger houses. yeah, costly i know. but maintaining that big peice of land is not that easy either.&lt;br /&gt;he has cattles, horses, dogs, cats. he grows all sorts of trees - apples, plum, raspberries, apricots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was pre-warned before i went. cos i was caught dumb founded. i didn't know what to expect and was pretty shocked with what i saw when i first arrived. i guess, i adapted pretty well. his wife, romaine makes good food. they served me beef most of the time, from their own cattle. yeah, i nearly choked when i was about to taste the spaghetti bolagnaise she made when she said, oh this beef is from our own cattle. i mean, i eat meat, and i love meat. but how am i suppose to react when i'm about to put that spoonful of food into my mouth and then someone comes along and say, that's from our own cattle. goodness! but the beef taste realy different. i won't disagree with david that the meat melts in your mouth. it was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping that night was pretty hard. you should know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day (friday), we went to a few other places. we went to the city. town sounds more like it though. it's really quiet there. hardly any cars in the area. i agree with uncle stan. it's a place where you'll enjoy holidaying but certainly not living there making a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to see tigersnakes, salmon and trout fishery. the mount field national park.&lt;br /&gt;and in the evening, i had no idea what itme it was, i guess it was already 8/9 by then. but anyways, david took me in his truck into the woods to see wallabies. lol. and pure water. they said it was scary but i think it was fine. but yeah, it was really really dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine a girl with her nails painted a light coat of pink, in a pretty spaghetti top with embroidery, paired up with denim pants, wearing her jewellery riding on the back of a tractor? sounds like a scene from the simple life huh? no! it was me. i was in a way, forced to follow him on that trip. wished i had pictures of it though. it was fun. but not so fun when his big dog, wolf walked past me after he went into a pool of mud. yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for fish and chips at salamanca bay. we went to the salamanca market too before leaving for the airport. but nothing interesting enough for me to buy. which is good news in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting more used to planes now. wasn't sick at all. in fact i only slept one-ish the next day watching the tennis matches of hewitt against some other fellow. lol. hewitt won. and guess how long was the whole game? 4hrs and 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the gym tomorrow. and aqua aerobics with vic in the evening at lane cove.&lt;br /&gt;i only have 2 weeks left before heading home. mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-174877510046365494</id><published>2008-01-14T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T05:49:01.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>topicless</title><content type='html'>i'm going to tasmania on thursday. woots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was burning yday. i felt so faintish when i was at st andrews uniting church. and guess what? in the evening, there was a storm. 13000-15000 homes had power loss. didn't affect us. thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy bday james! will see u soon in klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 dresses tomorrow. schweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad and mom and ah boy, i love u.&lt;br /&gt;mie, have u been reading? leave me a msg on the chatbox. dad, wht bout u?&lt;br /&gt;way cool parents i have. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather update: really cool here. and david called from tassie saying it's cold down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht's wrong with this girl? she said bye and then continued yakking. lol...&lt;br /&gt;jazzie says hi. goldie and tasha, i miss u to bits. heard from vicky that tasha was in the crate the whole time huh? boy, let her out!&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back tash! u still remember me?&lt;br /&gt;okie, i;m getting way outta hand. i better leave. now. yeah, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-174877510046365494?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/174877510046365494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>more updates...</title><content type='html'>tuesday was a movie marathon. 3 movies. two with suspense. one without. thank God. or else i wouldn't have been able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i am legend, hostage, miss congeniality 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medibank tennis tournament at sydney olympic park on wednesday. watch 3 matches. winners of all 3 matches made it into the finals. had lotsa fun with davina chee chee.&lt;br /&gt;and now i know everythg about tennis. oh ok, not everythg, almost everythg. almost everythg i need to know. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent thursday and friday at the twins' place. more swimming and ice skating. pictures on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i know everyone likes pictures in blogs. but i'm too lazy. i'll probably post my pictures up when i get home. 3 weeks. 3 weeks time. n i'll be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to chinatown this morning. dinner with my uncle's friends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very short update. not a very interesting one though. haha.. people aren't reading anyway. maybe when i get back, i won't blog anymore. sighz. response so bad. yeah, my fault. i don't write interestingly enough for all u out there. sobs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-2515815484388156607?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/2515815484388156607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=2515815484388156607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2515815484388156607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2515815484388156607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-updates.html' title='more updates...'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-840753320434703450</id><published>2008-01-07T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:40:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th jan</title><content type='html'>what a title huh? lol. i'm running out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mie and pa, in case you were wondering, i went out shopping at westfield, bondi junction today.&lt;br /&gt;movie tomorrow. "i am legend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wed, i'm going to sydney olympic park. medibank tennis tournament. woot! i'd to get my uncle to explain the basics of the game to me. like how they tabulate the scores and etc. haha..&lt;br /&gt;cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this trip has been a very knowledgeable one. a very well-rounded one i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;i've never discussed the christian faith more than i have in the past couple of weeks than in my entire life. it's almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to sydney, i became very dry spiritually. yeah, i still did my daily devotion but i realised i did not commune with the Lord like i did before. i thank God for the visit to hillsong church. He spoke to me and rekindled the fire in me. praise the Lord! looking forward to the days ahead spent with my Saviour and King! it'll be a terrific year. i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;Jehovah Jireh! my provider. My God shall supply all my needs according to His riches in glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this trip has also made me stand more firmly in my faith. like when there are contradictory views, i still maintain my stand. which is a good thing especially in today's world. at least i won't be easily swayed and influenced. may the Lord continue to give me grace~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out...&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-840753320434703450?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/840753320434703450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=840753320434703450' title='0 Comments'/><link 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the weather's been a lil unusual lately. it pours suddenly and then stops.&lt;br /&gt;had to cancel plans for the dance. it was actually the festival of sydney. i missed it. sighz.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i get to stay over. maybe a few rounds of bang and bohnanza later. that'll be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following uncle ck and aunt grace to church tomorrow. wes is here too.&lt;br /&gt;and dee will be picking us up and taking us to hillsong. haha.. will tell u bout it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twins had more boys invited than girls. imagine so many boys in a pool together. and i must say, they've pretty good looking guy friends. haha...with nice names too. hank, ryan, blake, jordon,  brendon, alfred, scott, bill. haha...the first two are good looking. i've this special liking for the name ryan. haha...and ryan happened to be a handsome, friendly guy. thank God he's 3 years younger. or else i'll be goo-goo-gaa-gaa-ing. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wes had this silly idea of doing synchronised swimming. will show some of u the video when i get back. lol. tht was hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez...that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-440509254366537048?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/440509254366537048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=440509254366537048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/440509254366537048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/440509254366537048'/><link rel='alternate' 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didn't buy anything. lunch. resort.walk around the marina. nice yachts and boats. luxurious ones. strolled on the beach. played a couple of rounds of tri-ominos. played pool. on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped by at my uncle's horse trainer's place. beautiful place. lotsa horses. saw two horses right in front of me. beautiful. large. awesome. btw, they are racehorses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japanese for dinner at chatswood. home. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pool party today. the twins' 17th birthday. meeting wes too. yippie~ another cousin's hangout.&lt;br /&gt;will be seeing hank.haha..interesting.&lt;br /&gt;dance tonight. lessons on jive and salsa. will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out,&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-5275488577989357372?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-2471039272140211850</id><published>2008-01-03T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:00:59.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short quickie</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case you were wondering, i ushered in the new year watching the fireworks display in sydney harbour bridge, darling harbour and a few other places. live. lol. getting envious eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's great. He always is and always will be. looking forward to the year. more to learn. more to share. more to live out. new experiences. new people. more! yeah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy lately. went to jenolan caves and the blue mountain today with wesley. had heaps of fun. i enjoyed the trip just as much as i enjoyed his company. it was a great time catchin up with each other and it's so nice to be able to talk to someone who shares similiar views with u on diffrent issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful sceneries. kept me in awe. lots of working out today. probably climbed more than 2000 steps. not those tiny steps. large steps. short legs. imagine. the lucas cave was supposed to be strenous activity. at least that was what the brochure said.&lt;br /&gt;really enjoyed. thanks mom and dad for this opportunity to be here. it's wonderful. thanks to my uncle and aunt too. doubt anyone will ever read though. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;port stephens tomorrow. leaving very early. 6am. msian time-3 am. haha..&lt;br /&gt;another exciting day. meeting uncle santiago and aunty emily. men-golf, women-chitchatting. haha..how typical. still thinking what i'll be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday : the twins' pool bday party. and more. will update then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peeps at church, visiting hillsong this sun! yippies! now u hate me. haha..&lt;br /&gt;hate all u want. i'll tell u more when i get home. haha..just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;gtg.early morning tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad and mom, in case you are reading, i called 4 times. of which i still couldn't get u. will text u.&lt;br /&gt;busy people. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: realise, no more lahs and ahs....getting rid of them.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnite~&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-2471039272140211850?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/2471039272140211850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=2471039272140211850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2471039272140211850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2471039272140211850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-quickie.html' title='short quickie'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-8030354982093060310</id><published>2007-12-26T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:16:03.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>i'm late...but it's better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! or Happy Boxing Day!&lt;br /&gt;it's crazy at the stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a family reunion yday... half the family were here. we'd lotsa fun.&lt;br /&gt;yummy msian food, lotsa card games and christmas pressies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've not been updating. sorry. i'm the biggest procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;i have been doing a lot recently.&lt;br /&gt;i've been attending the christian city church (ccc) which davina chee chee and packy attends.&lt;br /&gt;it's very much like the hillsong church and i like it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy. too lazy to update on what we've been doing. let's not talk bout the past yeah? we'll talk bout the present and the future.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to the beach in a couple of hours. yeaps~ the beach. aunty emily's taking us.which includes janene~nene. and i'm going to push her into the water. haha...we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wesley's arriving tomorrow and we'll be having south american bbq prepared by uncle james. that's going to be nice. and in case you want to know, i just had a tempting serving of sweet caramel. haha...i'm evil i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-8030354982093060310?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/8030354982093060310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=8030354982093060310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8030354982093060310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8030354982093060310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-705645176333114862</id><published>2007-12-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:44:48.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm getting lazy</title><content type='html'>that's right. i'm getting lazy. too lazy to write long posts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, on sat : kitchen tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we attended vicky's kitchen tea. she's my cousin-in-law to be. it was held in a tea room with a beautiful scenery of a waterfront. pretty pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may be wondering what a kitchen tea is? it's more like a bridal shower. it's organised by the bride's friends. and only the ladies are invited. i took pictures. but i just dunno why it takes me so long to upload them, be it friendster, blogspot or even facebook.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty warm that particular day. after the kitchen tea, all i wanted to do was to stay indoors and get a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i attended my aunt's church which is less than a 5minute drive away from their place.&lt;br /&gt;it's very traditional. very smal congregation. gives me that cosy feeling. everyone knows everyone. it's members are more elderly and they are mostly whites. i think we were the only asians. but they make us feel very very welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church service, morning tea was served in a hall adjacent to the sanctuary. we stayed awhile and then we headed for chatswood for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for yumcha. they call in yumcha here. in msia, it's known as dimsum. it was really good. you should have seen the queue. i'm not exaggerating but there were at least a hundred people queing. i'd so much yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met an old friend of mom's. he lives pretty faraway. about an hour's drive from where i currently live. (not telling you where)&lt;br /&gt;we'd asian food. vietnamese for lunch and thai for dinner. i'd lotsa fun playing with julia, 13.&lt;br /&gt;she's very entertaining. and guess what? i got to play the piano. and eventhough i've not been practicing, i was quite pleased with how i played today. teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this post is longer than i expected it to be. again, let me apologise bout the photos. i'll try to think of someway. but not today k? she's tired. very tired. and i wanna play with jassie. or jazzie. she's getting more adorable.so like tasha. really. i was so worried i'll miss tasha. guess i probably won't be missing her too much. btw, i cried quite badly before i left the house. and according to my brother, tasha's been acting pretty weird. i'm not suprised. she's my baby. i pamper her like mad. haha...okie, now i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta stop here or i'll end up crying. the coming week's gonna be even more exciting because more ppl will be arriving in sydney. sydney's huge. big. not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot. i got a tommy hilfiger bag. now how cool's that? yippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i end abruptly. haha...so sorry. i though i'll write better when i get here..but i've been losing focus. be grateful that i even bother to write and update. hehe...big effort u noe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-705645176333114862?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/705645176333114862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=705645176333114862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;it was wonderful. i'd so much fun. just to let u know, hunter valley is about 1 2 1/2 hrs drive from sydney. it's a winery. so it has a lot of vineyards. and in each winery, they offer wine tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to four wineries. my uncle picked out the good ones. we'd lunch in temptus two. according to uncle stan, elton john had his concert there very recently. it's a very high-class winery. but the wines there are not that good. maybe because they are a lot newer. i'm pretty good at it now. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also did cheese sampling. they were good. cheesy yet tasty. we wanted to get some home but we were afraid of the customs. what if they didn't allow us to bring it in? what are we suppose to do with it? surely, we can't just finish it up there and then. i'll die. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle says i've a bright future with wine..lol. laugh it out. i noe you're laughin. hey, but i think i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't upload pictures because it's taking way too long. i gotta go now. i'll update soon on what i did today.sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-4659956293585793050?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/4659956293585793050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=4659956293585793050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4659956293585793050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4659956293585793050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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city. have been to the city for the past two days. and tomorrow, i'll be going to hunter's valley. it's a vineyard with winery and stuff. it'll be interesting. it's a 2 1/2 hours journey....i guess it's pretty far. btw, my aunt's place is not too far from the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things here are pricey if u convert. if you don't, it's a dollar-to-a-dollar. or else u gotta multiply everything by 2.98 which is obscene. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing malaysia already. life there's good. you don't have to think so many times when you are at the stores purchasing things. here, u gotta think, then count, then think, then calculate again, think somemore, then decide whether to buy or not. food's expensive. bus tickets are expensive too...but then, it's really interesting and a lot of fun too...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update soon with pictures, i rpomise. but you all be good....haha&lt;br /&gt;take care, till then, God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out,&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-8634693089871408642?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/8634693089871408642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=8634693089871408642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8634693089871408642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8634693089871408642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/12/land-down-under.html' title='the land down under...'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-3803099065825030044</id><published>2007-12-10T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:56:01.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the after effects</title><content type='html'>i'm getting a lil fed up with my wireless connection. it's so unreliable. it may work now, but you can't depend on it to work in a couple of hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd plan toblog earlier. especially on the outing of the five wacky ones. but due to unforeseen circumstances, i'd to cancel that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, all these books burying thingy has left some after effects. i guess it's all part of the nerdish disease. a couple of days after my last paper, while waiting for julie to get home so that i could go over and give her my welcome hug, i decided to do something which would be unthinkable to many (or so according to my bro) who have been reading their heads off in the last few months. don't blame me. i lost my apetite shortly after my exams and was certainly not in the mood to prepare my own lunch. so yours truly decided to skip her lunch and creep into her lovely bed and read a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i've mentioned it before, but i have this special liking for john grisham. i just feel that he's awesome at writing. and his books never lets me down. i never get bored. in fact, the longer i read the more pages i flipped, i get more intrigued. it's so addictive. reading is addictive. gimme 24 hours and a thick novel, and i'm pretty satisfied. special thanks to auntie tian for the books. i'm now reading "the street lawyer" and i can't wait to finish it up. just about another hundred pages left which i believe i'll be able to finish by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait, i've like a hundred and one errands to do before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;i've not packed.&lt;br /&gt;i still have another round of laundry to do.&lt;br /&gt;i need to shop for more gifts. (i'm done with my own shopping, for now)&lt;br /&gt;i need to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;i need to give goldie and tasha a good scrub. but it's been raining the whole morning, i just don't have the heart to wet them any further.&lt;br /&gt;i need to ring a few friends and say bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;etc,etc (the list goes on and on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be updating soon with pictures (i hope) on the latest get-together that we had. who's we, you may wonder? it's me, minnie, julie, yi wen and the sotong (mei lian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd so much fun spending those few couple of hours together. and we certainly had the time of our lives singing our hearts out. i love you girls! you're irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've uploaded the pictures on facebook. so check it out first if you're getting impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkin about that, i'm a lil saddened here. i realised that people no longer visits my site. is it due to my lack of updates or am i such a bore? or is it because i'm too long winded.&lt;br /&gt;(minee, teach me how to photobucket) if you're reading this, leave comments la, or a plain hi in my cbox will livened me up a lil too. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, i gotta get back to my errands. i think i gotta hang those jeans out already. but it's still so gloomy out there. how how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i love JESUS! and He loves me. and better still, He loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out,&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3803099065825030044?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3803099065825030044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3803099065825030044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3803099065825030044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3803099065825030044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-effects.html' title='the after effects'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-3183570025903954297</id><published>2007-12-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:01:00.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the smell of freedom...at last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pre-warning:&lt;/span&gt; it's going to be an all-jumbled up post. to make up for the time loss. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i praise the Lord for all that He has done and blessed me with! let me be honest, it has not been an easy 3 weeks, at least not as easy as i expected it to be...but i praise the Lord for all He has done! He's really amazing...and He has blessed me in so many different ways. i could feel His presence with me at all times, guiding me and leading me...speechless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank my lovely parents too! without them, i'd have broken down half-way through. they have been superbly supportive, loving...in short, they were my pillars of strength. papa and mie went all the way out for me, sacrificing on their sleep even when they are really tired. mie even fell sick....(i'm so sorry) but mommy, if you're reading, (oh yeah, there was one fine day when my mom decided to take a peak into my blog...boy, i was in a bundle of nerves..haha), i just want to let you know that i really really really appreciate all that you all have done for me...and i really love u! thank u so much! and i hope i'll make you proud! (i always do, don't i? hehe) Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just in case you were wondering, yeah, i've finished sitting for all of my 8 papers...God's grace is sufficient for me....i hope i did well...and i shall not be commenting further.....trusting in the Lord in each step that i take....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? the supposingly "biggest aeon mall in southeast asia" is opened and it's like only a 7- minute walk away from my place! now how convenient is that? n how it's made life so much easier for me???lol.... i've been there 3 times thus far...in between exams (glees happily)...and i got really excited when i heard that mng, g2000, guess, padini concept store, and many other favourites were coming into Klang....lolx....i guess it's upgraded the lifestyle of klangites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's pretty sad and embarassing i'd say, cos the mentality of klangites is pretty much still the same, the toilets are wet and dirty, you see dirty marks on the floor, etc, etc....it's sad....no, it's pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so going to miss my dad and my brother....and my 2 cutiepies......awwww!!!! i'm like torn apart....one part of me is so excited...and another part of me is crushed. 8 weeks without my babies? what would life be? sighz......and i bet mommy will leave me in tears on new year's day! what a way to usher in the new year! lolx.... u'll noe what i'm talking about soon! i shall not reveal it yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, to make it up to all of you (i hope people still read, or i'll have to do some advertising d) i will come up with a video of my dogs.......just hold on k...i'll hv to figure out how to upload it...anyone care to help? miss mean ee???? *hint hint* i'm pretty sure u're reading....&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: my babie!!!! get a cbox la for gdness sake? or else how to communicate??? leaving comments is so me-mafan-kan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, putting on weight has its advantages too you know? hehe....really!!!! i'm quite glad that i've piled on a bit of those kilos...teehee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today marks the last time i'll have to:&lt;br /&gt;*dress in my school uniform&lt;br /&gt;*tie my hair to school&lt;br /&gt;*drive that same route which i've been taking every day for a couple of years&lt;br /&gt;*fight for parking spaces in front of the school&lt;br /&gt;*walk into SMKTAR (no wait, i still have to collect my results, etc)&lt;br /&gt;*wear school shoes (my dad even asked me if i wanted to throw them away? NO!)&lt;br /&gt;*wake up so early in the morning to attend assemblies (bla.....what a way to start the morning?)&lt;br /&gt;*listen to those unreasonable teachers nagging and bla-ing during assembly)&lt;br /&gt;*seeing faces that you don't want to see.....especially not the first thing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;*no more dirty, smelly school toilets, which are all wet and yucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must admit that i've grown up a lot...after this morning's paper, i had some extra time for some deep thoughts....i've indeed grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finished upsr, i was running around the entire school compound, shouting merdeka (i was so ignorant then!), shooting those bullets from staplers (goodness! *smacks forehead*), playing with water and getting all wet, then start blaming each other and say "aiya, i didn't want to get wet wan lo" (i lied, i always enjoyed getting wet, the wetter, the better...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pmr, i shouted 'merdeka' too....i still played with water...but i no longer shoot bullets (considered grown rite? rite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after spm, i still shouted merdeka, threatened to play with water but didn't because i decided to go home to meet mom and get her to bring me shopping....hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now 2 years later, i didn't bother to shout merdeka, instead with my happy face, i went around hugging everybody and wishing them all the best, bidding goodbye, and at the same time, promising to meet up again.....(big big difference eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing, i realised that after i left MIF, i no longer enjoyed playing with water...in fact, i abstain...and this time i really mean it okay? i really dun wanna get wet! hehe....&lt;br /&gt;now the moral of the story is....I'VE GROWN UP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy should be very happy to hear this...after all, her daughter can still fit into the same tee she wore when she was ten years younger (and it's still loose)....and mommy says, "now, that's sad"...lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, i forgot to wish myself a "HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY". yours truly is now 19....nineteen wei....big big girl already....hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd a simple celebration this year...i insisted that i didn't want something grand because i was so into my books that time (imagine having to prepare for your biology paper which is scheduled for tomorrow early morning when it's ur bday? big turnoff rite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'd a few suprises...my cg bought me a gift and a cake and sang happy birthday when i was in church....that was really thoughtful...thank you so much....i'll visit you all soon, but not this friday ya...maybe when i get back, i'll drop by.....thank you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a couple of friends got me some nice gifts this year, i really never expected anything cos i've been really bad this year, i never got anyone gifts...lols....and someone even promised me lunch after his exams *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, now, i better stop here...i'll update again...maybe tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;it's a real long one......a really really long one....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, don't blame me...i did warn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EDIT: i tried uploading the video, it took me more than 30 mins and it still didn't work...min, help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3183570025903954297?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3183570025903954297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3183570025903954297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3183570025903954297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3183570025903954297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/12/smell-of-freedomat-last.html' title='the smell of freedom...at last!'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-4720395583873340747</id><published>2007-10-12T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:38:12.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our PRIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rw7Pm82O-dI/AAAAAAAAADE/peVfa92Eed4/s1600-h/hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120258094442412498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rw7Pm82O-dI/AAAAAAAAADE/peVfa92Eed4/s320/hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       ~Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was never really sure if i was proud to be a malaysian until a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so excited that malaysia was sending her very first cosmonaut into space (not space tourist okay?) and she's the fourth country to do so! how proud is that? VERY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, and, he's so good looking! he's like super dashing and he's got that everyone's dreamguy's look! the looks okay? not the religion....lolx...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm praying hard that God will reveal Himself to him in His very own special ways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was wednesday night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i quickly ate my dinner, cleaned up, then went upstairs and got my eyes glued to the "idiot box". i was like watching the program with such anticipation and uncontrollable excitement, i knew for sure i was proud to be part of Malaysia. and when Soyuz TMA-11 blast off from Baikonur Cosmodrome at 9.22 pm, my heart was pounding so fast i could hardly believe it. i watched the whole program until the very end (including those boring talks). i probably woudn't have watch it with that much of anticipation if it was that faiz guy..lolx...talking about being biased. i guess hot looks does sell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;indeed, malaysia is now a few inches taller....(quoting DPM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm proud of her and all her achievements...&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to watching the docking in ISS tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to those out there who are still sceptical about the whole thing, thinking it's a waste of taxpayer's money, think again. in that case, then, we don't see a need for KLIA, for Sepang F1 circuit, for twin towers, for KL tower....might as well just remain in our respective kampungs and etc. it's all about creating history....for bringing our country to greater heights and acheiving more for the country...to me, it's money worth spending. lolx...i know i've not contributed to paying tax yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the best, sheikh! praying for your safety! and i thank God for Malaysia and may the Lord continue to bless Malaysia greatly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta go...a wedding to attend soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't ask me why people get married on fridays....i'm still figuring that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and btw, i've one week of break! yippie...not really actually, cos i know i'll be nerding most of the time... and now, more pictures of him. oh, did i mention that i read every single news and article on this space mission. lolz....like from the beginning to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120261916963305954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rw7TFc2O-eI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ld45yOWXLcI/s320/hot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; --&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;something tickled me, i was saying bye to my uncle just now.&lt;br /&gt;then he said, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Shin Hui, when you get into university start looking for a boyfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my dad was just beside me when he quipped, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"now's not the right time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then my uncle said, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"form four, form five don't get a boyfriend. don't get those 'chipalang' ones. wasting time only when you deserve so much better ones."&lt;/span&gt; and my immediate response was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Don't tell me, tell them...i'm still safe"&lt;/span&gt; lolx.... it was that 'chipalang' word that got me all tickled up. it's so true especially if you were in my place, and you saw that "face" you so love seeing....teehee (read that with the greatest degree of sarcasm that you have) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;p/s: i can't help but to look away everytime i see that face of hers. it just makes me so sick. and how i wish you're reading this! gimme a break please....you're not GREAT at all!!! so don't put up a show for yourself and elevate yourself to a position that is not even meant for you....not to forget, it does not even exist there for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm not mean okay? she's the "meanest". you have no idea how shallow she is and how "yucky" and desperate she is....enough said!!!! God forgive me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-4720395583873340747?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/4720395583873340747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=4720395583873340747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4720395583873340747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/4720395583873340747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-pride.html' title='our PRIDE'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rw7Pm82O-dI/AAAAAAAAADE/peVfa92Eed4/s72-c/hot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-5546846442852752363</id><published>2007-10-05T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:03:01.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's grace</title><content type='html'>My trials are officially over for now. A few friends commented that i'd probably be enjoying myself and partying away..but in contradictory, the nerding session has just begin.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, trials are over but the actual finals are like bout 6 weeks away, which is really just a passing moment. time really really flies and it flies by so quickly, i sometimes get left behind. and it abandons me, leaving me to pick up with my pace. but fret not, because God is always beside me and i trust in Him to lift me up and carry me when the path gets tougher and poses more challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is very emo-ish but i really can't help it. the more time i spend in class, the more heavy i feel deep inside of me. like i've mentioned in previous posts, the entire class is very much closely united and especially in my case, i can just pull a joke on anyone, including the most quiet person in class. it's like even when pressure was increasing (the past few days), it was still fun to be with all of them. i must admit though that there are a couple of people that i am not really fond of, but all in all, it's a great class to be in. and this reassures me that God works for the good of those who love Him. it's amazing how God works in ways that the human mind cannot comprehend. God's grace is indeed sufficient, or should i say abundant for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, Goldie is up and bouncing, playing away and ruining things once again. it's nice to see a wagging tail-ed dog greeting you everytime you get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a lot to say, but i guess this should do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-5546846442852752363?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/5546846442852752363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=5546846442852752363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5546846442852752363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5546846442852752363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/10/gods-grace.html' title='God&apos;s grace'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-8625827292820158413</id><published>2007-09-15T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:09:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rus0dRZrh6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/usam94j-514/s1600-h/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110235879673923490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rus0dRZrh6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/usam94j-514/s320/beautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's a jumbled-up post....because it's been soooooooo long!&lt;br /&gt;i was browsing through my previous posts....i realised a pretty big difference.&lt;br /&gt;i think i used to write more meaningful stuffs back then when i was a noobie blogger. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;i feel that the more recent posts (which are not that recent at all) are more of "nothings" hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay....and i want to apologise for not updating for like more than a month. i've been really really busy with exams and lotsa other stuffs...to the extend of not coming online that often too. it's been a nerdy world there...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't foresee myself blogging that often in the next couple of months because i ought to be studying even harder by then...but fret not my dear readers, i foresee myself blogging a whole lot after my finals especially the period when i'll be away from home...teehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh....and thank you so much for coming by and reading my "nothings"... thank you for the support....huggies from me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even as i'm sitting here typing away, my poor goldie's like a metre's away all sad and gloomy...she's not feeling well apparently and it breaks my heart to see her not being able to enjoy life like a happy bouncy labrador. get well soon, my love!!!! i want to be able to play and roll around with you in the garden, to be able to hold your hands and pretend that we are dancing in the moonlight....hehe....i want to be able to pull your ears and spin you around without having to fear that i'll further injure or hurt you.....i want to see my "fei poh" doing the things she normally enjoys doing. don't ask me what's wrong with her...i really do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever done something and then regret later? i guessed many of us have had such feelings before....worse still, have you done something which the people around you tells you it wasn't right and yet you have no regrets for doing what you've done? i guessed that has happened before too huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did something which my conscience kept telling me it wasn't proper....yet after the whole ordeal, i wasn't mad at myself for not listening to my heart. i did regret my actions although i felt bad for the other party....okay, i don't want to go into the details....i shall therefore end abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was reminiscing upon the past, i realised that in the past one year, i've learn to accept people in spite of the differences that we have. and trust me, some of these people are really really "different"...not that they are handicapped or whatsoever but the methods by which they do things really differ from the methods by which many of us use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into form six and was put in a class which i did not like in the first place. most of my friends were in the first class. (random fact about me : i was never (note: NEVER) placed in the first class in my entire high school life even if i was suppose to be one of the top students) but don't get me wrong, i am not bothered about that...in fact, i don't like to be in the first class..there's just too much pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the story, i wasn't happy about being separated from my friends and making new ones (i can be pretty unfriendly at times). to make matters worse, i'd 3 classmates, all whose names starts with the letter "j" (was it mere coincidence) who shares something in common....their weirdness. i shall not reveal their names in order to protect their identity. but i shall label them as boy #1, boy #2 and girl #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first impressions of them wasn't a very pleasant one. in fact, i was wondering what it would be like having to share a class with them for 18 months....haha...&lt;br /&gt;but one of my friends challenged me....he said i bet with you in a month's time, you'll start having a better impression of him. i accepted his challenge, being very confident that i would win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me be a little more detailed. boy #1 makes funny animal noices, his actions are very much disturbing, he gets very nervous at little little things, rubs his hands and legs and....(the extra details are too gruesome to be even mentioned) boy #2 is very much girlish....and girl #3 was everyone's nightmare when she first walked into class.. she asks very disturbing questions...questions you'll never be able to answer and gives you that very intimidating look as if she were to stab you in your abdomen at any one time if you were to give her an answer not pleasing to her.....pretty nightmarish right? i'm not exaggerating okay, ask any 6AS2ian....and they'll give you the same answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as time passes, i realised that they may be slightly different from me, yet they are created in God's image and God loves them just as much as He loves me. and without realising, i began to accept them for who they were, emphasising on their strengths instead of their weaknesses. and now, they are like my very close friends. in fact, the entire class is very much united in spite of our diverse backgrounds, beliefs, stands and views. we are like one big happy family and it's really nice because you go to class everyday looking forward to spending time together. it makes lessons more exciting, humourous and fun. there's no racial segregation in 6AS2...it just simply does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah....and God has taught me an important lesson. to love everyone as He has first loved me. and that means to accept and to show our christian love to everyone alike. and He has also reminded me to trust in Him despite of not knowing what lies ahead because He always has the best in store for me! thank you Lord! i love You and always will! and i want to live my life for Your glory....gimme grace, mercy and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless all of you peeps....&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to share a little on the Methodist Prayer Convention the next time which in case you weren't there or didn't know, it was awesomely awesome! we are to be blessings to the people around us and to the nation! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long, farewell, buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-8625827292820158413?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/8625827292820158413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=8625827292820158413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8625827292820158413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8625827292820158413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/09/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rus0dRZrh6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/usam94j-514/s72-c/beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-5022901431522024981</id><published>2007-08-05T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:39:02.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my babies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RrWCvMZ8N4I/AAAAAAAAACc/Bv9uIJjaGQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095122300735076226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RrWCvMZ8N4I/AAAAAAAAACc/Bv9uIJjaGQ4/s320/IMG_0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the long awaited post is finally here....&lt;br /&gt;this is something i'm very passionate about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can go on talking about my dogs for hours if no one stops me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's how mad i am about my doggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goldie's the whitish (supposingly, yellow) labrador retriever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tasha's the brownish puppy i adopted a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my family and i were crazy about dogs....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we started hunting everywhere for one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and only one condition : it must be a labrador retriever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so we bought goldie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must admit that when we first brought her home, she was really ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but none mentioned that aloud until a couple of months later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we wanted her so much eventhough she was so ugly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said nothing about her looks at the pet shop and insisted that we bring her home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i can proudly say that my goldie is now a pretty doggie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and in case you were wondering, yeah they are both females)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who never fails to attract people when i take her out for evening walks at the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people never fail to praise her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u should also see how she fetches in the air...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not bragging, but Goldie's really intelligent, really bright, really smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in fact, she's too smart...she sometimes outsmarts me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she always frees tasha from her crate...she knows how to unlock the crate..now how smart is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she's a real poser...she loves baths, loves combing hair, loves getting her spa treatment and loves being pampered....she's really attached to the family and loves being with the family wherever they are.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we were away for holidays, our neighbour mentioned that she wouldn't eat and woudn't play ball....and was sulking all the time.....she must have been wondering why we abandoned her....how could i, my darling? i dunno how i'll take it when age catches up with you and when you leave me? it'll be like losing my childhood friend....the baby whom i nurse back to health when she falls ill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what about tasha?&lt;br /&gt;she's a mongrel of unknown and indistinct ancestry, born with the curse of uncertain lineage, one of the tens of thousands of unwated dogs in malaysia. Yet by some stroke of almost providential good fortune, she became wanted. She came into my life, and I into hers - and brought me lotsa joy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i followed my mom to the market one fateful day and saw a cute lil puppy 6 inches long...with big eyes....and i begged to take her home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's a super bright dog....she was already potty-trained when i brought her home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i defended her when she dug holes in the garden, when she ruined all my mom's potted plants....i was very determined to keep her....and i shed many tears back then....to gain my parents' approval in keeping her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i trained her myself and gave her all the love she needed....and i can proudly announce that she's very well behaved except for the occasional digging....u should take a look at my garden, it has all sort of shapes of holes and all sorts of sizes of patches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's very protective of us....and is very fierce and hostile to any strangers or dogs. a very unfriendly girl i'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she's also win the hearts of my parents.....she's well-loved now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;very recently, she was sent to the vet's to be spayed....when i went to bring her home and saw her, my heart nearly popped out. she was so weak and look so sickly. she'd lots of phlegm in her and was making a lot of sickly noices which made me cry. i was so afraid that i'll lose her then...&lt;br /&gt;i cancelled all my activities and rushed home from school everyday to nurse her.&lt;br /&gt;gave her medicines, gave her fresh milk to drink, made chicken soup for her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;only then did i realise that she meant that much to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all, i was the one who brought her home and took care of her...loved her and played with her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i take pride in both my dogs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goldie is 2 1/2 years old whereas tasha is 1 year plus..( i dunno her exact date of birth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i'll still have a decade to spend with them...&lt;br /&gt;i love them to bits and to me, they are family...&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i gave them chinese names too...that matches ours...teehee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thank God for them...eventhough at times, they do drive me up the wall and misbehaved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess they've taught me a lot about life too....&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly, brought lotsa joy and laughter to our family...&lt;br /&gt;we truly adore them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss them to bits whenever i'm away....&lt;br /&gt;i love my dogs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(btw, goldie's a real poser)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095130091805751186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RrWJ0sZ8N5I/AAAAAAAAACk/Rb9Z932NEME/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095131706713454498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RrWLSsZ8N6I/AAAAAAAAACs/rTKLztCczXo/s320/try5.JPG" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's taking way too long to download the images...so this will do for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully, you don't get bored and restless reading this post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forgot to mention that dogs are highly therapeutic....and  they are very sensitive towards people's feelings....when i'm sad and down, they sense it and comes very near me and sits next to me...it's their way of comforting people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when they see me angry, they run away!!! lolx...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such adorable creatures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2829465187540617946-5022901431522024981?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/5022901431522024981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=5022901431522024981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5022901431522024981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/5022901431522024981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-babies.html' title='my babies..'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RrWCvMZ8N4I/AAAAAAAAACc/Bv9uIJjaGQ4/s72-c/IMG_0929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-3572866382460698315</id><published>2007-08-05T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:45:51.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RrWABcZ8N3I/AAAAAAAAACU/9rZdfcrhXs4/s1600-h/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095119315732805490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RrWABcZ8N3I/AAAAAAAAACU/9rZdfcrhXs4/s320/trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm a self-proclaimed environmentalist!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha...i wanna play my lil role in protecting and conserving the environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i'll still drive my SLK around town....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'll still buy groceries and take them home in tesco plastic bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i won't litter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i will try not to waste water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love trees!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and ppl, love the trees too k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(okie...i sounded so bimbo0ish there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'll just continue using green...tribute to the environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i started to blog because i'd so much to say then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but didn't have the time to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;now that i have a wee lil bit of time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i dunno what to say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i dunno what to write about.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maybe another emo post....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;more than a year has passed since i last enrolled into form 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i initially enrolled with very high hopes of getting out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;unfortunately, it never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i can testify that form 6 is indeed really tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not much regrets....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i kinda enjoy school nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a lot has happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;many things have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;things changed too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and yeah, i changed a lot too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i guess it's a transition period for me...and i learnt a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not just about the surroundings, but also about myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i made lotsa friends....and a couple of besties whom i truly cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and what's left is only a few couple of months...and everyone will be walking their separate ways again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;don't ask me why i wrote this...i guess it's pointless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;teehee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i initially wanted to talk about something her but i've decided against it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&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/2829465187540617946-3572866382460698315?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3572866382460698315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3572866382460698315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3572866382460698315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3572866382460698315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-trees.html' title='i love trees'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RrWABcZ8N3I/AAAAAAAAACU/9rZdfcrhXs4/s72-c/trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-6857489794692807985</id><published>2007-08-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:13:13.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pretty long while</title><content type='html'>it's been really really long....&lt;br /&gt;and plenty has happened since the last time i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, many things have changed....&lt;br /&gt;people changed too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just wanna thank God for His faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;for His love&lt;br /&gt;for His grace&lt;br /&gt;for His goodness&lt;br /&gt;and His mercy!!!&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm doing just great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie....let's see....u may be wondering what have i been up to....&lt;br /&gt;in the past couple of days,&lt;br /&gt;*i took a really long ride to a place i've never been to before&lt;br /&gt;*i kept seeing green my entire time there&lt;br /&gt;*i'd to prepare a speech and a presentation (which was really stressful when u hv a whole lot of other things to do)&lt;br /&gt;*got bitten by 3 leeches&lt;br /&gt;*was bleeding non-stop the whole night&lt;br /&gt;*had a bed to sleep on but chose to sleep on the hard timber flooring instead&lt;br /&gt;*wore slippers for jungle-trekking&lt;br /&gt;*saw "crown-shyness" which was awesome&lt;br /&gt;*had no choice but to wear short shorts to sleep and then woke up and took a morning walk in the cold, cold morning&lt;br /&gt;*bathed in icy-cold water (not exaggerating) at 12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past week,&lt;br /&gt;*i'd been really cranky and uptight&lt;br /&gt;*people were getting on my nerves all the time (or maybe i was the one getting on ppl's nerves)&lt;br /&gt;*had lotsa arguments and misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;*emo-ed a lot&lt;br /&gt;(but....i didn't just get angry for no reason k?things actually happen and they got me annoyed, alright?)&lt;br /&gt;*but at the end of the day, everything is cleared....&lt;br /&gt;n btw, it's not that time of the month, k? dun come up with your own conclusions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-6857489794692807985?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/6857489794692807985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=6857489794692807985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6857489794692807985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/6857489794692807985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/08/pretty-long-while.html' title='a pretty long while'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-619887878908714980</id><published>2007-07-11T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:59:06.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USER INFORMATION</title><content type='html'>note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;user is single but temporarily unavailable....&lt;br /&gt;user will be back soon....&lt;br /&gt;very soon....as in very very soon.....lolx&lt;br /&gt;user misses all of u....&lt;br /&gt;user will update soon....&lt;br /&gt;user promises.....&lt;br /&gt;user is currently very busy with a lot of things....&lt;br /&gt;user will be back....( did user really have to keep repeating tht? lolx)&lt;br /&gt;till then, take care peeps....bb!&lt;br /&gt;God bless all of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;user&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-619887878908714980?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/619887878908714980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=619887878908714980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/619887878908714980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/619887878908714980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/07/user-information.html' title='USER INFORMATION'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-1608918382206739019</id><published>2007-06-26T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:27:33.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i think of u....</title><content type='html'>Dear total stranger who was once a good friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it saddens me to see how time really flies...&lt;br /&gt;and how in a fleeting moment,&lt;br /&gt;things can change a total 180 degrees....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recall the day we first met....&lt;br /&gt;the day we got to know each other....&lt;br /&gt;and understand one another....&lt;br /&gt;it happened so fast...&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a period has come and gone....&lt;br /&gt;but what is it that has really happened?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that things are so distant between us?&lt;br /&gt;how can two close frens become total strangers to each other?&lt;br /&gt;is it possible, i ask.....but yes, it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never blame you for what has happened...&lt;br /&gt;to err is human, but to forgive is divine....&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say it was your fault....&lt;br /&gt;neither would i say that it was entirely mine....&lt;br /&gt;i guess things would never have changed if the both of us never did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things may change....but the most important thing is to see each other happy...&lt;br /&gt;i see you smiling.....and i say to myself "it's ok"&lt;br /&gt;i guess as time passed and as we started&lt;br /&gt;to discover more about each other and about ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;we've come to realise that there's more in life&lt;br /&gt;that we want to accomplish....&lt;br /&gt;more that we want to do....&lt;br /&gt;more that we expect....&lt;br /&gt;and more that we hope to receive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never regret the day we first met...&lt;br /&gt;or getting to know you&lt;br /&gt;but i guess as things change....&lt;br /&gt;we gotta move on with life too&lt;br /&gt;the sweet memories behind us&lt;br /&gt;i would always remember and cherish&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll do the same too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you.....&lt;br /&gt;and if our paths ever cross again....&lt;br /&gt;then, we shall&lt;br /&gt;begin the whole journey together anew...&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;~licia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me sound like a person who does not seem to appreciate relationships...&lt;br /&gt;in actual fact, i am...&lt;br /&gt;i treasure the ppl around me....&lt;br /&gt;i constantly remind myself not to take for granted the ppl closest to me....&lt;br /&gt;i love bonds, relationships and ties....&lt;br /&gt;i do, i really really do&lt;br /&gt;but i do not like to be taken for granted to&lt;br /&gt;that'll be the biggest no-no for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep down inside me,&lt;br /&gt;i still wonder if true friendships still exist...&lt;br /&gt;i mean friendships that last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;though i'm super positive that God will always be there for me...&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting my lovely family....&lt;br /&gt;and of course my to-be husband....&lt;br /&gt;and doggies....&lt;br /&gt;but apart from that, will it last for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;will it never fade?&lt;br /&gt;i guess relationships are really up to us....&lt;br /&gt;if both parties are committed....&lt;br /&gt;i guess it shouldn't be a problem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: how come ppl nvr leaves comments? n i tot i wrote meaningful stuffs....lolx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-1608918382206739019?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/1608918382206739019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=1608918382206739019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/1608918382206739019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/1608918382206739019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-i-think-of-u.html' title='when i think of u....'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-3591311442761715061</id><published>2007-06-26T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:17:34.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures say a thousand words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RoEPhepQ0bI/AAAAAAAAABs/wFnXAe22SN0/s1600-h/d+n+mie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080358922486862258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RoEPhepQ0bI/AAAAAAAAABs/wFnXAe22SN0/s320/d+n+mie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daddy and mie, i love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080359356278559170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RoEP6upQ0cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qcg6wMUHIdQ/s320/dad+n+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i'm daddy's lil' girl!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080359781480321490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RoEQTepQ0dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xcv4di5iQ7c/s320/mie+n+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; i love mie!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and lastly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080360773617766898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RoERNOpQ0fI/AAAAAAAAACM/Xd2Tkve37FQ/s320/licia%40oriental.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~just licia~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Note : pictures are all dated 24/6/2007....@ Oriental, The Pavillion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;........brothers' pictures cannot be found...lolx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3591311442761715061?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3591311442761715061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3591311442761715061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3591311442761715061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3591311442761715061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures-say-thousand-words.html' title='pictures say a thousand words...'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RoEPhepQ0bI/AAAAAAAAABs/wFnXAe22SN0/s72-c/d+n+mie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-8221821824859383942</id><published>2007-06-23T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T17:14:21.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>licia is one happy and blessed girl!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;that says it all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm super duper happy....and forever grateful and thankful for what i have and what i do now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise the Lord from whom all blessings flow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i disappeared for so long cos i was "preoccupied sangat" but thank u peeps for visitin so frequently....it means a lot to me u noe? hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so u may be askin....what is it that makes me so happy out of a sudden....nothing unusual i'd say...i'm jus really happy and i live each day thanking God for all that He has blessed me with....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Psalms 23&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not be in want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He restores my soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He guides me in paths of righteousness even for His name's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will fear no evil, for You are with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your rod and Your staff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they comfort me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You annoint my head with oil, my cup overflows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in short, licia is a very happy girl....and she couldn't possibly ask for me right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm enjoying the relationships that i have with ppl, the feeling of being loved and to love is so amazing....Jesus, I LOVE YOU for YOU first loved me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u noe somethg? the way to licia's heart is through her stomach....i noe it's suppose to be 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach'....lolx...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm a sucker for freebies and food....food that i do not have to pay for and yet it's superbly good....lolx.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random statement : licia loves apple pies with ice-creams....no chocolate ice-creams....and you noe where to get em? at ur nearest mcd....haha.....simple request huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's bliss....yippie yaya......n she drifts off to her dollie land......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079185219594015138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RnzkC-pQ0aI/AAAAAAAAABk/lVy93uh4_Gs/s320/felicia.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/2829465187540617946-8221821824859383942?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/8221821824859383942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=8221821824859383942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8221821824859383942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/8221821824859383942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/06/licia-is-one-happy-and-blessed-girl.html' title='licia is one happy and blessed girl!!!'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RnzkC-pQ0aI/AAAAAAAAABk/lVy93uh4_Gs/s72-c/felicia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-2149363911378755970</id><published>2007-06-02T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:07:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of malaysian road users</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RmD5BA8ycnI/AAAAAAAAABc/2zgSIBn8VMY/s1600-h/driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071326976249328242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RmD5BA8ycnI/AAAAAAAAABc/2zgSIBn8VMY/s320/driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'm proud to announce that i've been driving on malaysian roads for the past 1 year....and i'm still breathing...hehe.... and no one got hurt....lolx....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allow me to blow my own horn a lil k? (a second of fame...) i think i drive pretty well...not too proud of my side-parking though...but i'll master that...soon soon! cos instructors these days dun teach u to drive on the road...they only teach u to pass....they give u all sorts of formulae...and tell me, how m i suppose to remember all that? talkin bout practicality here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*side note: i can't..really can't get myself to writing an entire post without using short forms...bear with me k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okies....but generally speaking, i think malaysians are terrible....not driving skills but they are so uncourteous....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can sum malaysians in the following categories: ( this is only based on my experience, 1 year is pretty short though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. the "hoggers"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate such ppl..or shld i say dislike....(no, in actual fact, i detest them) to me, they are so irritating...and mind you, they are not the ones with red 'P' stickers on the back and front of their cars...they are the ones who are supposedly the ones who have been driving for years and the ones "with a lot of experience"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what sort of experience, tell me? hogging? u drive so slow...if i were to run, i'll probably be even faster...and if you like hoarding so much, can u pls stick to the last lane...as in the last last last lane? dun hog the first lane la...they are meant to be for the fast ones ( call us the impatient ones, it doesn't matter, just stick to "ur" last lane k?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah....sometimes, it's good to be slow, to be more careful....but reacting slow is not being careful...you are actually endangering lives....the lives of other road users....if u have plenty of time, and you love sight-seeing so much while driving, just bear in mind that there are lotsa other "busy" people who need to get to their destinations fast k? thank u! *balik kampung la* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. the inconsiderate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;plenty fall into this list....they expect people to read their minds and to noe their next course of action....they drive on the roads as if they were the only ones driving...they never give signals....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;signal la pls? they dun cost u a single cent! it's not like you only have 100,000 signals per car....if signals were limited, then i'd understand why...but they are not k? they are unlimited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if u dun signal, how'd i noe whether u want to turn left, right or go straight? ppl like u make the world so sad la...just bcos u r inconsiderate, ppl get into accidents...and all the 'mafan-ness' kicks in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and signal everytime u want to change lane la..dun cut here, cut there...dangerous u noe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. the fast and the furious&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wouldn't categorise myself in either categories....wait...i'll have an extra category later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being too fast isn't good for health too...raise blood pressure, chances of getting myocardial infarction, high blood pressure, stroke, etc, etc higher u noe? hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if u travel very fast but safe and careful at the same time, it's alright with me...but tht's soo unlikely...u drive so recklessly at times....if u dun treasure ur life, jus remember i treasure mine...i'll love to go back to heaven too...but i dun want to leave this way (unless God wants me to)..so pls k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;drive safely, carefully, not too fast.....&lt;br /&gt;ur family needs u....think of ur loved ones....haha..looks like those ads actually work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. the lovely drivers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe...yeah! i fall into this...haha..the considerate...doesn't drive at 40 km/hr on clear straight roads, gives signals when turning, drives carefully...hehe...not the flamboyant type...lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how nice if everyone drove courteously? rite rite? hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh....and i dislike motorcyclists....i'm not biased or wht? and i'm not discriminating either.&lt;br /&gt;but motorcyclists always thinks they are very small and can fit into any lil spaces....they think they aren't hogging...but in actual fact, they hold everyone up.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are so small..but they use a whole lane especially when they stay in the middle of the lane....if i were to be elected as PM one day (dream on la rite?) i'd make a ruling...that motorcyclists will have to use a separate lane everywhere they go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;motorcyclists, i actually care for u la.....i care for u tht's y i dun want u to get hurt...hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so next time when u c me on the road, quickly make way for me k? bcos i'm afraid i'll hit u and then u'll go "bling blank blank PLUNCK!" i noe tht you can't go any faster....so next time dun go to the middle la....move to the sides alright? it'll be better for both me and u....sama-sam save? tht's wht we want rite? WORLD PEACE??? hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okie...ppl r going to comment tht it's so so long again...i better stop....looks like i'm really long-winded...haha...hols now ma? i can't reach my quota of 14563729403 words a day le? it's torturing u noe? when u onli hv ur dogs with u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh n agong! Happy Birthday, young young agong! be a good one k? (so disrespectful huh?) but at least i remember him k? lolz....dun eat until become fat fat ar? remember u noe? hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hv a lovely weekend everyone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my next post would be on dogs....haha...my bro would hv to wait....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;GOLDIE AND TASHA I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;you colour my life..can't imagine life without the 2 of u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: i actually dislike the idea of playing terrible accident images on the minds of people (i'm reffering to those accident awareness ads) but wait...my picture is actually one of them...how contradictory? i feel tht those ads are so cruel...so cruel to those who really killed their loved ones in an accident...really..i can feel their pain and agony... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-2149363911378755970?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/2149363911378755970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=2149363911378755970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2149363911378755970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2149363911378755970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-malaysian-road-users.html' title='of malaysian road users'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RmD5BA8ycnI/AAAAAAAAABc/2zgSIBn8VMY/s72-c/driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-777184317001324654</id><published>2007-05-31T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:56:46.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taken for granted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rl5xNA8yclI/AAAAAAAAABM/xnt2K4KZFm8/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070614698872959570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rl5xNA8yclI/AAAAAAAAABM/xnt2K4KZFm8/s320/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u know...the weird thing about humans are....they never appreciates something until they lose it...(on a different note, i'm training myself not to use short forms, let's see how it goes)..yeah, back to the thingy....you agree with me? and to make things worse, we often take for granted the people closest to us, the people we meet everyday..not just people, we also take for granted the things we have with us, the priviledges that we enjoy, the surroundings and the atmosphere we live in....we seldom appreciate them until we lose it or are threatened to lose it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;take for example, we live comfortably in our homes, we have everything we need with us, everything is so in order....we have all the facilities and amenities we need....yet we hear ourselves complaining "i can't wait to get outta here...i want to live outside, with a new meaning given to freedom". but when it's time to move out, the freedom that we had once craved for spells.....DREAD! why? because when they have to move out, they realise that they would have to start from scratch...that yes, they may have more freedom (in the sense that they would not be controlled) but that also mean that they would have to live independently and do everything themselves..they would not have the luxury of having delicious home-cooked food served on the dinner table every night...no one to do the laundry for them, no one to make up their beds, no one to do this, no one to do that...and the list goes on and on....and then, people start yearning to go back home....even if that means nagging from parents.....well, of course it's also a matter of adaptability....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a more personal note: i'm so accustomed to my own lifestlyle now...the thought of leaving home pretty much, scares me! call me a baby! but really...i can't imagine leaving in a place so alien-liked to me....even when i go to posh hotels, i still miss my room, my own bathroom, my everything....it's like i can't live anywhere else...i feel that everything is already so 'perfect' in my own home...i couldn't ask for more.....really! and i believe, one day i'd have to move out to live at hostels, or student residences, or even rent my own place when i further my studies...just the other day i was tellin (wait, it's suppose to be telling) my mom, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i can't imagine having to live in a room that is half my current room's size and still having to share it with another person that i do not know...." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" i can't imagine having to live with another person all day long, all year long, all say 4-5 years long?" (okie, let me get it straight, that doesn't mean i don't want to get married k? if i get married, it'll be my OWN home, u see?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my mom answered me, "you have no choice but to just adapt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my bro was even smarter, "che, you rent double la....that means u pay the price of 2. so you'll get the whole place to yourself, no need to share"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i said, "what if 4 people were to share a whole house, you rent the entire house?" ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually..i've been going on and on about it...but i'm not even in my main point yet....(no wonder people always say i'm 'cheong hei' -beating around the bush)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my main point: who are the people most often taken for granted? i'd say...none other than the 2 people who love us most.....our &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARENTS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they are the ones who care so much about us (over controlling counts, so does over-protective)...they've sacrificed so much for us and still are sacrificing everyday....they will do everything and anything just to provide a better environment for us to grow up in...okie? we won't feel the impact if were to go on this way.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll put it this way...imagine in 10 years time, most of us would be parents ourselves by then (at least, that's what i hope)....you get married, then start a family....before the child was borned, you started planning, started worrying.....you wanted what was best for your child....you bought parenting books, went to parenting seminars....you did everything within your means..... then the child started to grow, initially she was a real sweetheart....your heart would melt everytime she came cuddling you...you'd giggle everytime she babytalked.....and when she sleeps, she's a real angel......when she started pre-school, she became slightly more mischievous....she'd give u a hundred and one suprises everytime you came back home...but you knew she was still a good girl deep inside you, still full of respect and good manners....she'll help you with household chores and love to watch you prepare dinner......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, the adolescent years (the most rebellious years) - she started receiveing phone calls from boys, this week , it's &lt;strong&gt;A, &lt;/strong&gt;next week it would be &lt;strong&gt;B, &lt;/strong&gt;then &lt;strong&gt;C, &lt;/strong&gt;so on and so forth...she was still doing very well in school (and you thank God for that!).....then you realised that the little angel you onced had in your home started becoming more rebellious...she would answer back...she would challenged you when you made a remark......she hardly helps around the house anymore...she started receiving many invitations to parties, you had no choice but to allow her to go (or else a big argument would have ensued)...you realised that her taste in dressing has also changed....all closed-up to slightly more revealing to revealing to more revealing and to....indistinguishable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you realised that the gap wasn't getting narrower no matter what you do....instead, it was getting further...she no longer confides in you because she knows very well that you will not approve of her taste in guys......she hardly speaks to you anymore...her only few phrases are "i'm going out", "i need cash", "i'll be back after midnight, don't wait!" "i need to go shopping, can you send me to the mall?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you read, you probably nod your head in agreement with me....most of us, or should i say all of us have taken advantage of our parents, taking them for granted because we know that they will always forgive us....but unlike God, their love for us also has its limits..they may love us a lot, but it is still conditional.....after a period of time, they'll give up on us.....do we want to be the children our parents are proud of? or do we want them to shake their heads with deep regret everytime they see us? it's all up to us...our parents, like humans, make mistakes too.....they are no perfect beings.....but everytime they do something that may have been a lil offensive to us, let's take a moment, to pause and to reminisce the past.....they were the ones who had sleepless nights when we had a cold, they were the ones who supported and encouraged us when we were doubtful of certain things....they were the ones who motivated us when we felt like giving up....they were the ones that hugged and comfort us when we came home crying...they were the ones, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is easier said than done, i know....but the next time we get mad, let us not raise our voices, slammed the door or stomp right out of the house and speed off in our cars (which of course was bought by our parents)...let us instead look at them in their eyes and feel the love they have for us....forgiving them just as how they have forgiven you.....and God will forgive all of us....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so today, i thank my parents for being my two pillars of strength! i truly believed that i've been abundantly blessed by God through my parents......i couldn't have asked for more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are my confidantes, my besties, my playmates, my friends.....you name it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you may be saying to yourself, "licia, you just do not know me...u do not know my situation..yes, you may be more fortunate" but wait, let me tell you ( i know i've no rights to...) all it takes is a lil change in our attitude and in our mindsets...really...give it a try before denying the opportunity.....after all, they were the ones who raised us to be what we are today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;PAPA AND MIE, I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: ah boy, i know i've taken advantage of you many times too (btw, you have too)..but how come you weren't mentioned? i'll dedicate a whole post to you, soon!&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/2829465187540617946-777184317001324654?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/777184317001324654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=777184317001324654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/777184317001324654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/777184317001324654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/05/taken-for-granted.html' title='taken for granted...'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rl5xNA8yclI/AAAAAAAAABM/xnt2K4KZFm8/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-1453334267669826985</id><published>2007-05-29T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:14:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The strength of a woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RluzbfeZ7BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u3eYeNcLPOc/s1600-h/women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069843090422492178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RluzbfeZ7BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u3eYeNcLPOc/s320/women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did warn you that i was somewhat sexist rite??? haha..but din get me wrong... i still admire and love those homo sapiens with XY chromosomes too....(blame it on my bro, he's always reminding me about genetics...."che, this person has an extra chromosome...lolz" "che, men more susceptible to such diseases cos they only have 1 X chromosome, women need 2 X" haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is too hard to miss....it was publish by yi wen under my comments for the previous post..i shall give her the credits and not say that i wrote it myself...though i doubt she actually wrote it herself, she must have gotten it from somewhere....but i'll let her guilty conscience do the talking...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Strength of a Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A strong woman works out everyday to keep her body in shape, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A strong woman isn't afraid of anything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a woman of strength shows her courage in the midst of her fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a woman of strength gives the best of her to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A strong woman walks sure footedly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a woman of strength knows that God will catch her when she falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a woman of strength wears grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May GOD grant all women the strength to face the challenges that come their way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edit: After reading it again, i realised i'm such a sexist...haha...but the world needs such ppl too rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-1453334267669826985?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/1453334267669826985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=1453334267669826985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/1453334267669826985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/1453334267669826985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/05/strength-of-woman.html' title='The strength of a woman!'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RluzbfeZ7BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u3eYeNcLPOc/s72-c/women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-143163210331672680</id><published>2007-05-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:32:36.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of boiling carrots, eggs and oolong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rlr1fveZ69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/xKUkO8KuG98/s1600-h/oolong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069634256227658706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rlr1fveZ69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/xKUkO8KuG98/s400/oolong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;u noe....when a lil child is born...u gotta give it a lot of love and attention, feeding it bout almost every hour...haha...n tht's exactly wht i'm doin with my lil baby....so tht it would not starve....hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie....to the topic...i dunno how many of u read star two today? i'm pretty sure the headlines hv caught ur attention and u were probably most engrossed with pages 1-3....n probably skipped chong sheau ching's article.....hehe.....i shall not discuss the pages 1-3 thingy here....it's outta my topic....if u noe it, u noe it...if not, then it's up to u to find out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;csc wrote on gender equality...and went on to mention the degratory remarks about woman....i shall admit here that i'm pretty sexist...n i will defend the females to as long as i live....hehe...&lt;br /&gt;so the saying on boiling carrots, eggs and oolong.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;boiling carrots : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when u boil carrots, they become soft right?&lt;br /&gt;yeah...same goes with women in the yesteryears....they succumb to pressure and admit defeat in the battle with men.....they r labeled the 'softies'...who do not stand up for their rights....or should i say they r ignorant (and in this case here, ignorance is certainly no bliss) and do not noe their rights...hence, being bullied by the stronger race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boiling eggs : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;when u boil eggs, they become hard right?&lt;br /&gt;yeaps....tht's what women are today...they've evolved to become stronger (maybe not physically but emotionally and mentally)....they are the result of ur constant discrimination, men! (u regret ur past actions now, do u?) so women these days have become tougher....and are no longer that susceptible to discrimination and sexism.....we do not want to be the more inferior gender.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;boiling oolong : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and what happens when u boil oolong/tea? the colour comes out aight? the colour around it changes huh?&lt;br /&gt;we want to be women who can influence the ppl around us, we want to be able to convince ppl of their rights....we do not want to rule, we only want equality...we want to be treated with respect, with dignity...and tell me, is tht too much to ask? y is it that we have to continuously endure sexist and degratory remarks against us? how much longer do we have to bear with ur nonsensical 'humours'? who gave u the right n the authority to make fun of us...r u not aware of who bore u into this world n moulded u to be who u r today? then give her n her race some respect, men!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men,let us treat the women around us today with respect and dignity....&lt;br /&gt;and women, let us stand up for our own rights and be bold and courageous....and be the oolongs of the millenium!&lt;br /&gt;~here's a toast to all the women in the world today!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-143163210331672680?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/143163210331672680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=143163210331672680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/143163210331672680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/143163210331672680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-boiling-carrots-eggs-and-oolong.html' title='of boiling carrots, eggs and oolong...'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/Rlr1fveZ69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/xKUkO8KuG98/s72-c/oolong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-3020005016113979730</id><published>2007-05-28T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T16:29:03.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sense of betrayal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RlqSmveZ68I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fh54QNvarWI/s1600-h/betrayal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069525524835593154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RlqSmveZ68I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fh54QNvarWI/s320/betrayal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewe.cc/thewei/_/images10/us/betrayal.jpe" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewe.cc/thewei/_/images10/us/betrayal.jpe" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i believe that the topic is so common and being dealth with in our lives all the time....&lt;br /&gt;all of us...at one point in our life would hv either been betrayed to or felt betrayed by the ppl closest to us.... wht hurts the most is when u hv bn betrayed by your family, relatives and your best frens...you won't call it a betrayal if tht person does not mean somethg to u...bcos in the very first place, u'd hv to be very close to one person before being able to tell them how u feel bout certain thgs...(okie...wht m i crappin bout?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...as a matter of fact...i'm a victim of betrayal.....i'm not going into the details...but i shall do some story telling for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Story #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this fren of mine who happened to share with me her feelings for another guy&lt;br /&gt;(who at the same time, happens to be one of my good frens)...and then a couple of weeks later, i realised that this guy (my fren, and the guy my fren likes) started gettin really close to me....he'd always be somewhere around pullin a joke on me, teasin me, whtever...... and of course, as time past, this fren of mine (the girl) started to get furious...she must have thought i was trying to seduce the guy she like, betraying her and going against her.....but what she failed to realise is tht, in actual fact...i did not do anythg at all......n bein a good fren and valuing our frenship more....i decided to keep a distance from the guy....he finally got my msg.....and everything fell into the right places again.....and they all lived happily ever after. *the end*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie....tht didn't sound like i was the victim rite? yeah.....i was the heroine! haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Story #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht if u were to wake up one day...and realised that your best fren kind of meddled herself into your relationship...switched off some switches (thus, no more sparks) cut off some wires (thus, no more connection) jumbled up some of the wires (thus, the confusion), etc, etc....the next thing you noe is the guy that used to be urs....was now with her.....the person whom u've trusted with almost everythg.....is now an alien and a stranger....how would u feel? of course u'll be heart-wrecked...and felt as if the whole world came crashing down on u.....why not? since u trusted the person more than anythg else....but she turned to go against you and robbing you of what you hv been so proud of......understand tht feelin? well..if u've nvr gone through it...trust me, u will at some points in ur life....but these are the things which will make us stronger, giving us a triumphant comeback! woohoo....haha....looks like the hols is gettin into me...maybe i jus can't reach my quota of 1325654 words a day.....i can't be yakkin n yakkin to goldie and tasha the whole day rite? they prob will get so sick of me too...*sighz* so back to the story...wht do u do? cry n cry? n cry somemore? till ur pillows soak with tears? nah! u dun do tht....pick urself up, stand up, be proud of urself (no matter how hard it is)...then walk on again...n trust that God will continue to provide...after all, is life all ablut gettin married n havin kids? no rite? or else wht would life be for all those who dun get married...even in their later years? n besides, we r all still young n capable people...let us be up on our feet, and to face more challenges life could possibly give to us...the more hurdles, the stronger we become! and there are many more fishes in the sea...(a fren once asked me when i told him tis, he said "but wht if tht was the fish meant for u? n cudn't possibly find another which is compatible?" i answered, "how do u noe then that tht was the best fish u could possibly find?" haha...true?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;story #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lil girl did all her homework bcos her mommy promised to take her out to buy new pretty lacy dresses and more babrie dolls if she finishes 10 pages of maths today....the lil girl was so excited and enthusiasm kicked in....she was determined to do wht it takes even if she were to finish 100 pages, she'd do it...cos she wants that pretty lacy dress from "precious".......she started solving all the arithmetic problems.....few couple of hours later, she proudly announced to her mother, "Mommy, i've finished 11 pages of maths...which is more than 10.....can we go out now? to buy that dress that i've so wanted....and to get matching shoes for barbie? if i get new clothes, it's only fair that barbie gets some too.....*giggles to self*"&lt;br /&gt;Mother looks at the lil girl and said "sweetheart, not today k? mommy has a lot of work to do....maybe next week ya? tell barbie that she'll be getting new shoes soon...but not today *kisses lil girl's forehead*"&lt;br /&gt;"but mommy? "&lt;br /&gt;"no buts, sweetheart" "mommy is really busy"&lt;br /&gt;"mommy, next week? promise?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, sweetheart. mommy promise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as u hv expected it....a week past....and mommy is still busy....more busy or so it seems.....&lt;br /&gt;and wht happens to the lil girl? she decides that she'll no longer trust her mommy cos she has betrayed her trust, not once......not twice, not even thrice......but numerous of times.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? we all get betrayed......it's part and parcel of life.....let's move on.....friends are hard to find....yeah, i agree.....but there's always another lonely soul out there longing to be ur fren..... (ooopsies, but i jus told lay yen tis aftnoon tht when 2 lonely souls meet, the ending could be pretty tragic...haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so after 3 stories, wht points do i want to get across? sorry...i'm clueless myself....maybe it's just my idea of therapy.....hehe.....at least i feel a whole deal lot beta....haha....&lt;br /&gt;so which was my story........haha...i'll leave u to figure for urself...dun rule out &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;story #3&lt;/span&gt; so quickly,&lt;br /&gt;who noes i may still be a lil girl at heart.....not craving for lacy dresses and matching shoes for barbies....but perhaps, matching shoes for my own outfit? haha...n not to mention matching bags/totes??? haha...there i go again-living in my very own dollieworld....&lt;br /&gt;leave me a comment (if u r readin this post) n tell me which u think is MY STORY...lolz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3020005016113979730?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3020005016113979730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3020005016113979730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3020005016113979730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3020005016113979730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/05/sense-of-betrayal.html' title='a sense of betrayal...'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RlqSmveZ68I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fh54QNvarWI/s72-c/betrayal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-2008127996124355586</id><published>2007-05-28T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T01:45:49.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Mie!!!</title><content type='html'>mie....i owe u a big big one...and i noe i'll never be able to repay you for all you've done...this is for u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069295086955260850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RlnBBfeZ67I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rDRr-lFtsmw/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Mie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean all the world to me....thank you for being such the wonderful mother you are...i couldn't have asked for more...you have taught me the most invaluable lessons in life, bringing me up in the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, teaching me to love and to care for the less fortunate and the 'not so lovely' ones, instillin in me a sense of discipline, good virtues and moral values...i could go on and on..and the list would probably never come to an end because every second spent with you exposes me more to the wisdom that you have acquired over the years! mommy dearest, i love you from the very botttom of my heart....and may the Lord our GOD continue to bless you abundantly to be the woman mentioned in Proverbs 31! i'm truly sorry for everything that i've done which have hurt you in any manner or ways.....Mie, i love you! n a blessed birthday once again! oh..n this year i promise i'll be a good girl for you...to be the daughter that you will be very proud of...and another thing before i leave, you are the most beautiful woman in the world...both inside and out! muaxies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love your beloved sweetheart xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;~me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: mie's bday was on may 25th)&lt;br /&gt;(double p/s: she looks super young rite? guess how old she is? i won't tell u tho...oh...n i hate it when ppl say i'm her sis when we go out.....it jus spoils my day...but of course, she'll be giggling away and all happy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-2008127996124355586?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/2008127996124355586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=2008127996124355586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2008127996124355586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/2008127996124355586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/05/tribute-to-mie.html' title='Tribute to Mie!!!'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_truJKPHyuZg/RlnBBfeZ67I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rDRr-lFtsmw/s72-c/IMG_0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829465187540617946.post-3506892340616317252</id><published>2007-05-28T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T01:15:34.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Malaysian</title><content type='html'>What is truly Malaysian? when visitors from abroad come over to visit, the first thing they's say is probably, "wow! u malaysians eat a lot! almost every subsequent hour" (of course, what they fail to realise is that we are actually playing our roles as hosts very well...and in actual fact, malaysians don't eat that much, rite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i've been truly malaysian the past 3 days...it has been a food fest in the Tan's residence...or should i call it "the Tan's jalan-jalan cari makan"..lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flashback:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fri nite - &lt;/strong&gt;we had super yummy chinese food (song river, klang town) the place is somewhat hidden, and you probably won't be able to locate it easily....but the food there is super duper good....haha....they were even featured in the star newspaper very recently....the chief editor herself tried the sumptous food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sat nite - &lt;/strong&gt;should i call it western? okie...i'll let u decide for urself.....dinner at san francisco's steakhouse, usj...i like the setting and the arrangement there...very cosy, very private, perfect ambience....haha...except for the children's voices....the food's good too.....i recommend...everythg? haha....(wait..the idea is not bout wht i ordered....but bout the food fest in the family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sun aftnoon -&lt;/strong&gt; chinese....wht do chinese eat for brunch? yeah...dim sum....(oriental, pj) okie...let me say i was pretty impressed with this place....but i'd say that the dim sum served in mandarin oriental, kl is still better....but its thousand times better than the ones u get in klang....n yeah, we'd pekking duck for lunch....lolz....super huge apetites.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sun nite - &lt;/strong&gt;my all-time childhood favourite...we'd tex-mex (short for texas-mexican) american chillis, 1 utama...i used to like this place a lot when i was a lot younger cos they'd always provide my brother with crayons n pictures to colour..there'll also be puzzles and problems to solve...ahaha...we were always so excited bout going to this place....(back then, we frequent the bangsar outlet) and best of all, u get to take home the crayons n ur meals come free-of-charge if a main dish is ordered.....but of course, we don't get to eat for free anymore....haha....long past that period.....all grown up d....okie...back to the place...i'd say that the food served in this outlet's good...but the service isn't that 'very satisfactory'....nevertheless, i enjoyed my meal....my fav: nachos and fajitas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yeah...i was tellin my mom that if we could eat like this everyday....it'll be superb...n she said, "if we were to eat liddat for a month, we'd be obese...(n this is my fav part)...n i'd go bankrupt....haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess, this was all but a holiday special.....and in conjuction with my mom's birthday....wait...a post on my heroine will be up soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so after reading, u're really convinced that i've been so msian for the past few days huh? not to mention a very 'muhibbah' apetite too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry...no photos....i was too hungry to even take pictures of the food....but i'd say tht the presentation in sfs earns an A from me...haha...u shld hv seen the cream caramel for dessert....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-3506892340616317252?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/3506892340616317252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=3506892340616317252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3506892340616317252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/3506892340616317252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/05/truly-malaysian.html' title='Truly Malaysian'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</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-2829465187540617946.post-964047675771112695</id><published>2007-05-26T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:46:32.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my brainchild</title><content type='html'>yeah..this is my brainchild..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'll come close to doing anything like this...but i did it anyway after much thought and consideration...&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to do this my way....it's my way of expressing myself in my own way...i want to be able to comment on anything and everything i want regardless of what others may say or think or do...&lt;br /&gt;i like to be able to stand out and be different from the rest...&lt;br /&gt;and for the time being, i choose to write on people, places and happenings rather than my personal life like what happens or what i do.....i dunno how long this transition period will be...but we'll see....&lt;br /&gt;so welcome to this little corner of mine....and i hope that through this, u'll better understand me...and thus, the birth of my lil baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i wonder whether procrastination will get its way to me or not...if it does, this baby will probably face health problems due to premature birth...and may not be able to survive this ordeal...lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829465187540617946-964047675771112695?l=liciashtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/feeds/964047675771112695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829465187540617946&amp;postID=964047675771112695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/964047675771112695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829465187540617946/posts/default/964047675771112695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liciashtan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-brainchild.html' title='my brainchild'/><author><name>Licia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599072573459882662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
