<?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-7993469970727229181</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:38:21.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quirky_me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-3479096941810623801</id><published>2010-05-19T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:20:50.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where is the help..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_SaZ9_B5sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UidlJWBRf-M/s1600/kevin-carter-vulture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_SaZ9_B5sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UidlJWBRf-M/s400/kevin-carter-vulture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473169218088330946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the photo above, I had two option. Turning a blind eye or stop and stare. Obviously I chose stop and stare, hence the entry. I felt compelled to write my thoughts. The photograph shows a famine stricken child crawling on the ground towards a United Nation (in Sudan) food camp about a kilometre away while a vulture waits in the background? Gosh..my heart literally sank as I read that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo was taken by a famous photographer named Kevin Carter. He committed suicide two months after taking this photo, due to a build up depression (seeing this photo only added major depression to his already problematic life). He was criticised after taking the photo, saying that he should have helped the girl, and exploited her suffering for his gain. hmm.. that made him more depressed i guess.. *instead of blaming him, why didnt the people do something about the situation in Sudan back then?* urgh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across this photo in FB (thanks beth) and was drawn to it.  It shows the severity of the state on where our world is at. sad? its devastating. This photo won the Pulitzer award. Hope it did more than that tho. I for one am changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible, that this little girl, has to go through what seems to most of us is just unimaginable to happen here. where is the help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just devastating. to see an innocent girl go through that. and its probably still happening right now..just not captured in a photo...where is the help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the photo shows there is no hope for the girl. this tiny body represents millions and millions in this world.is it true there is no hope? where is the help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the God who provides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the God that never fails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the God who says "nothing is immpossible"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for the current state that this world is at..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that aid will come their way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that they will see the light that You offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that they could see the hope that You bring..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus, take over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-3479096941810623801?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3479096941810623801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=3479096941810623801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/3479096941810623801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/3479096941810623801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-is-help.html' title='where is the help..'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_SaZ9_B5sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UidlJWBRf-M/s72-c/kevin-carter-vulture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-6422980166550021916</id><published>2010-05-19T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:42:25.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My field trip</title><content type='html'>It was merely 2 weeks after I got my job that I was sent to the 'utan'! hahaha! I was shocked but excited at the same time.. It was my first time being in Danum, and I took the opportunity to look around and see what is there..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OP2O0aVCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gt81Uv-efHg/s1600/Jessica_danum7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OP2O0aVCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gt81Uv-efHg/s320/Jessica_danum7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472876134038918178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nda tau apa c david mau cubuk tu..ekeke..this is in DVFC (Danum Valley Field Cntre) where i stayed for 2 nites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_ORRC3eB3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0vqaz93H1UU/s1600/IMG_2617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_ORRC3eB3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0vqaz93H1UU/s320/IMG_2617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472877694198613874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is Sungai Malua..it was drought season and it was not that deep. But there were parts where it was deeper..time tu panas2..if only sia ada bawa baju,suda sia terjun tu..ahaha..nice cool water and scenery is just nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OTFOJfVCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IgsaqqB1Zfw/s1600/Jessica_segama_scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OTFOJfVCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IgsaqqB1Zfw/s320/Jessica_segama_scene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472879690091811874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is sungai segama...trees are everywhere..ehhee..siokkk..d sungai is deeper and more deras..so dis one kira d not so dalam part where i was standing..hehe&lt;br /&gt;All these pics were taken when we were on our way to Borneo Raniforest Lodge..the lodge has won few Awards for its outstanding service..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OVE9Tr01I/AAAAAAAAAF4/BwL9Zr36frw/s1600/Jessica_mengaris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OVE9Tr01I/AAAAAAAAAF4/BwL9Zr36frw/s320/Jessica_mengaris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472881884594426706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My attempt in BRL's canopy walk..isk..see how small i am compared to that huge menggaris tree??? i found out i am not very good with height la...cis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos of BRL itslef nda payah la kasi masuk..byk sana website..heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience was great..i had fun meeting with the communities in (NUS-North Ulu Segama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this trip I was not lucky enough to nampak orang utan or elephants..hmm...but i did on my previous trip..hahaha..photos soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then..&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-6422980166550021916?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6422980166550021916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=6422980166550021916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/6422980166550021916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/6422980166550021916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-field-trip.html' title='My field trip'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OP2O0aVCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gt81Uv-efHg/s72-c/Jessica_danum7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-2851058855292865046</id><published>2010-05-18T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:47:07.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning!</title><content type='html'>My blog entries has not been stable *ever* which is pretty much like my life..But I have always believed in new beginnings for everything, and this is a new beginning for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was a tough year for me. Looking back, and looking where I am at now? I have God to thank for everything. It gives me chills whenever I think about how powerful, amazing, great God is. When He says, "Nothing is impossible" He really means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through some rough patches last year, (career wise as well as relationship), but now life is all good. I am with a Chlo-Phleg guy who has been a friend of mine for the past 3 years. Who would have known? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to talk. He loves silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love going out and having fun. He likes to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He's quiet. Im loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He's a thinker. I'm a feeler.(haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm spontaneous. He's a planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I start things. He finishes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Im emotional. He's composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He's laid back. I'm all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dia kuat mungulu. sia nda.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;What we have in common? For one we both hold this verse strongly :&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:33 "But &lt;em&gt;seek ye first&lt;/em&gt; the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la..not gonna go all gushy on this entry. BTW (Thanks tuts, ko balik2 ckp pasal blog and it opened my heart to write again..ehhe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carreer wise.. Its amazing how my job is very much like my role in Lifeline. Heh. Jeremiah 29:11 comes to mind.. I waited for almost a year for my dream job, and I got it. When He says "I will never fail you" He really means it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed with a good job,a good family, a good guy, a good cousin who is with me every single day(u know who u are), good community, good friends. I am truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, words could not express how thankful I am. But You know what I mean when I simply say "Thank You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-2851058855292865046?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2851058855292865046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=2851058855292865046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/2851058855292865046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/2851058855292865046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning!'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-8218085011932852156</id><published>2009-11-12T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:33:33.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will exalt You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like this song from Brooke Fraser..simply written, and yet it says all the right things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will exalt You&lt;br /&gt;I will exalt You&lt;br /&gt;I will exalt You&lt;br /&gt;You are my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hiding place&lt;br /&gt;My safe refuge&lt;br /&gt;My treasure Lord you are&lt;br /&gt;My friend and King&lt;br /&gt;Anointed One&lt;br /&gt;Most Holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because You’re with me&lt;br /&gt;Because You’re with me&lt;br /&gt;Because You’re with me&lt;br /&gt;I will not fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hiding place&lt;br /&gt;My safe refuge&lt;br /&gt;My treasure Lord You are&lt;br /&gt;My friend and King&lt;br /&gt;Anointed One&lt;br /&gt;Most Holy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In whatever I do.. I will exalt You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and because You are with me..i will not fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like the story of the 10 lepers who were healed, only one came back to give You praise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be that one..who will remember to always give You praise in whatever situation I'm in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because You're worthy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is in You that I find refuge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its amazing how You can be a friend..and yet a King at the same time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-8218085011932852156?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8218085011932852156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=8218085011932852156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/8218085011932852156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/8218085011932852156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-exalt-you.html' title='I will exalt You..'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-1669254395877184854</id><published>2009-10-19T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:18:32.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can God use u?</title><content type='html'>The next time you feel like GOD can't use you, just remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah was a drunk&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was too old&lt;br /&gt;Isaac was a daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was a liar&lt;br /&gt;Leah was ugly&lt;br /&gt;Joseph was abused&lt;br /&gt;Moses had a stuttering problem&lt;br /&gt;Gideon was afraid&lt;br /&gt;Samson had long hair and was a womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Rahab was a prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah and Timothy were too young&lt;br /&gt;David had an affair and was a murderer&lt;br /&gt;Elijah was suicidal&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah preached naked&lt;br /&gt;Jonah ran from God&lt;br /&gt;Naomi was a widow&lt;br /&gt;Job went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;John the Baptist ate bugs&lt;br /&gt;Peter denied Christ&lt;br /&gt;The Disciples fell asleep while praying&lt;br /&gt;Martha worried about everything&lt;br /&gt;The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once&lt;br /&gt;Zaccheus was too small&lt;br /&gt;Paul was too religious&lt;br /&gt;Timothy had an ulcer...AND&lt;br /&gt;Lazarus was dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no more excuses now. God can use you to your full  potential.Besides you aren't the message, you are just the messenger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-1669254395877184854?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1669254395877184854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=1669254395877184854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/1669254395877184854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/1669254395877184854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-god-use-u.html' title='Can God use u?'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-7675203014893676182</id><published>2009-08-26T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:00:25.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord God is my Strength...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got dis from &lt;a href="http://www.abideinchrist.com/"&gt;www.abideinchrist.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indeed God is my strength!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We must interpret circumstances by God and not God by the circumstances,” wrote G. Campbell Morgan.  “The peril of the hour is that men and women of faith may be trying to account for God by the circumstances of affliction.”  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see God in His activity.  He has demonstrated His holiness, justice, and love at the cross.  There is no reason why we should ever question His love because of the great manifestation of that love at Calvary.  He sent His Son to die for us while we were yet sinners (Rom. 8:32).  God does not change in His eternal attributes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are tempted in an hour of extreme difficulty to judge God by what we are experiencing.  The reality of God’s eternal presence compels us to examine again the dark hour we experience from the standpoint of the eternal God (James 1:17; Mal. 3:6).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his impressive dialogue with God, the Hebrew prophet Habakkuk asked hard questions that trouble the minds of men.  What Habakkuk was questioning was much like what we see and experience in our day.  Why do we have to witness the violence, iniquity, wickedness, destruction, and perverted justice, etc.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD God told Habakkuk, “I am doing something in your days – you would not believe it if you were told” (Habakkuk 1:5).  God was using the circumstances to accomplish His eternal purposes.  “I am raising up the Chaldeans” (v. 6). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Lord treads the winepress He forces us to live out what we are in the inner person. He forces us to reveal what we are on the inside. He will not allow us to say we are one thing and be something else in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habakkuk learned from the terrible invasion of the Chaldeans to put his trust in the eternal God who sees the end from the beginning of all calamities. “Yet I will exalt in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation” (3:18). That is seeing God above the circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see the circumstances through God’s eyes, we are transformed. “The LORD God is my strength, and He has made my feet like hind’s feet, and makes me walk on my high places” (v. 19).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habakkuk was hiding in God’s power.  The God of Jacob was his refuge.  “His ways are everlasting” (3:6).  The eternal principles have not changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God give us discernment to see His hand in cruel circumstances.  When we are overwhelmed by the present evil age, we are inclined to ask, “Why are You silent when the wicked swallowed up those more righteous than they?”  (v. 13).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have some cruel, wicked, violent Chaldeans invading your fortress today?  The LORD God told the fretting prophet, “The righteous will live by faith” (2:4).  That is the only way you can live in those circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the critical question is in whom or what is the focus of your faith?  “The LORD God is my strength” (3:19).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see the LORD God is the One in control of the circumstances we want to shout out with Isaiah: “Behold, God is my salvation, I will trust and not be afraid; for the Lord God is my strength and song, and He has become my salvation. Therefore you will joyously draw water from the springs of salvation. And in that day you will say, ‘Give thanks to the Lord, call on His name. Make known His deeds among the peoples; Make them remember that His name is exalted.’ Praise the Lord in song, for He has done excellent things; Let this be known throughout the earth” (Isaiah 12:2-5, NASB 1995). &lt;br /&gt;Selah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-7675203014893676182?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7675203014893676182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=7675203014893676182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/7675203014893676182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/7675203014893676182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/lord-god-is-my-strength.html' title='The Lord God is my Strength...'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-3967993479522987861</id><published>2009-08-02T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:34:14.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jassie's farewell and how i spent my bday!!</title><content type='html'>nothing much to say really...just that i am really blessed to have good company around me...it doesnt matter where the place is,but if you are surrounded by fun people,its really cool..kekek.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were at Firefly, KK times Square, honestly, i didnt even know that place exist until jassie told me..lol. yeah..so lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the place is kinda small, but the band was quite cool..kinda amazed at the girl with the short hair singing 'listen' by beyonce..man she can sing! hehehe! i had the best time ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365335722515545762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SnWAabFAvqI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ruyv4Se-Ggc/s320/31072009749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes..the nite started with me drinking this flaming thing..sorry dont remember the name..rainbow?or something...hahaha!thanks to jeremy..this really got me started..hahah..me screaming 'woohoo' all the freaking time..hahaha~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365336895778499938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SnWBet0srWI/AAAAAAAAADo/W5lmvBBK4A0/s320/01082009754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;from the left:ahboon,jeremy,noves,me and boby...hehehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365338354250935634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SnWCznDn7VI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZGAg-EfJMII/s320/01082009753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and this was me on stage drinking a shot of tequila..hahhaha! i was hesitating at first to go on stage, but after the flaming thing i was ready to do anything!lol..kidding..being on stage was uncomfortable..keke..lights were blinding,music was extra loud..i remember them screaming to my ears 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUU"!!and yes,after that shot of tequila another longer and louder 'wooohoooo' slipped my lips..eheheh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365339954699255474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SnWEQxMPPrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/b7-ldxYV8cA/s320/01082009750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and noves..lovely nova..after her second drink she was dancing with me already..hehe..more like swaying to the music as house music is hard to dance to..kekke..whenever i see this picture it reminds me of how she stunned jeremy with her 'do you want to go in?' line...hahahahha!!luv u noves!hehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365341256926270898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SnWFckXWlbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hYPItR6nYVY/s320/01082009757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;last but not least..our dear jassie...its amazing that only when u're here will i be having 'extra' fun..heheheehe..love u babe..though u're in KL now, u must keep in touch..must!gonna miss u tons and tons..i know i can always count on u to be there for me..whenever i feel down,i know u're only a text away....i hope you'll continue to push thru in watever that may come ur way..do know that i will always be here for you..im only a text away too!hope to talk to you soon...will be reading ur blog to get updates..keep us updated thru ur blog k?hugs!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and lastly...again thanks everyone!!it was a nice birthday...couldnt ask for more...till then..i wanted to write more..but brain is not workin very well tonite..hehehe..till then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-3967993479522987861?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3967993479522987861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=3967993479522987861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/3967993479522987861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/3967993479522987861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/jassies-farewell-and-how-i-spent-my.html' title='jassie&apos;s farewell and how i spent my bday!!'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SnWAabFAvqI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ruyv4Se-Ggc/s72-c/31072009749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-6454722728256816002</id><published>2009-07-19T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:56:30.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhh...its good to be back..and loudly too..</title><content type='html'>omg...ive been cracking my head to get my password..and finally i found it..hahaha!i was afraid that history was repeating itself, but hey it didnt! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astaga...something embarassing just happened.. lol!&lt;br /&gt;im at coffee bean u see..and am enjoying listening to Chris Tomlin on my headphones when i felt like i wanted fart..and i literally did..out loud!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!!!!!! i didnt know it was that loud until some korean guy was staring at me...and i thought wait...i couldnt hear it..so how can he rite? and a thought came to my head.. "of course you cant hear your loud outburst~ silly, you have your headphone'!@!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiit!!!!!i farted loudly...gosh..God, when i was thinking on what to blog, i didnt have this in mind.. so yes, i farted outloud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-6454722728256816002?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6454722728256816002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=6454722728256816002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/6454722728256816002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/6454722728256816002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhhhits-good-to-be-backand-loudly-too.html' title='ahhhh...its good to be back..and loudly too..'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-8074407564107070295</id><published>2008-12-04T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:59:06.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best burger i ever tasted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;well..this is just a short entrty..i am in love with 'new york'!they serve the best burger ever!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276181008250605634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STjCrC9wkEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rYf6pwDt2f8/s320/DSCF0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;u will love every single bite..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276178257692027058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STjAK8VfaLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OkI7I69yj18/s320/DSCF0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276178857485127938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STjAt2vT0QI/AAAAAAAAADA/4DVRxMPsLPI/s320/DSCF0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;you see..this is when i wish i have those really cool camera where i can capture the yum-o-ness on camera...God,this is when i pray selfishly..please i want that camera! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276179677167496610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STjBdkS0LaI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q02Dxu956gE/s320/DSCF0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;even the camera was blinded by this beauty..hahahaha!hence the blurness..kekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i cant wait till we meet again o delicious burger..kekeke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-8074407564107070295?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8074407564107070295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=8074407564107070295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/8074407564107070295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/8074407564107070295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-burger-i-ever-tasted.html' title='the best burger i ever tasted!'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STjCrC9wkEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rYf6pwDt2f8/s72-c/DSCF0594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-6262052080386963272</id><published>2008-12-04T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:43:00.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to keningau..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;on the 23rd last month i drove back to keningau. it was a random thing..just decided to drive..at first i thought i was gonna be driving all alone..but thanks to sainty..it was a fun trip! we used the time to the fullest.updating and stuff..faye was worried that we might not be on time as we left quite late from kk..but hey!we reached just in time~! *winkz* hope u had fun in my car saint!lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways..at first we went to weng's wedding reception in Perkasa Hotel..which was nice..as soon as we reached,sainty and i were starving so we serbu the buffet without even saying hi to the bride and groom!wakakakak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276158777246370018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STiudCBUSOI/AAAAAAAAABo/oI3MyLfOwPU/s320/DSCF0578%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;dats all of us..without ian coz he was late..we've grown sooo much kan??LOL!congrats weng!!it was a nice reception..very family oriented..hehehe.. a lot of karaoke going on too..ohhhh!i still wanna comment on this beth..why u always tutup mata ooo!berat ka ur eyes beth?kekek..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276161918565717298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STixT4WNlTI/AAAAAAAAABw/SYeGOYzCOyw/s320/DSCF0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;karen,faye and flo..c flo memang nda pandai ready kalau mau ambi gambar..kekeke..fayeee,i like ur baju oo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276163172373327074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STiyc3JPbOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A3RlvRrO0Ms/s320/weng.JPG" border="0" /&gt;here comes the bride!here comes the bride!kekek..dat is sooo her!u would thought that after getting married,she would settle down..heh,not her..still one crazy sanguine..kekeke!never a dull moment with this bride..ehhehe..congrats again weng!am happy for u..i know that things hasnt been smooth for u, but i believe there's always a rainbow after the rain... :).. cant wait for the baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276165400647652690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STi0ekHPVVI/AAAAAAAAACA/WXrJoBPs5pc/s320/DSCF0583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the only pic i had with ian in it..he came for the food..even after much persuasion from all of us..when he heard the word food,he came running..lol!well,that wraps up the wedding..during the wedding we were discussing on what to do that nite..LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh i forgot to mention..i didnt even plan to stay overnight in keningau..so i did not bring anything to wear..luckily i found some clothes to wear in my Keningau home..hehehe..and man was my dad surprised to see me..u see, i didnt tell any of my family members that i was going to keningau..it was a pleasant surprise i would say..*yeah right*.. even my bro called me all the way from KL when he heard the news..hahahahah!i wish i could just remind them that i am not a kid anymore..even though i still act like one..not all the time!hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways...the plan for the night was just us hanging out at faye's house..it was huge for a small girl like her..hehehe..i believe there's a lot of memories of her and her late husband there.. as soon as u enter the house, u feel a sense of warmth..which is nice..i straight away feel like home..hahah!trus sia tida tau malu and gave myself a tour of the house..kekekek!kan fayee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hehehe..anyways..we had drinks and food..and a deck of cards..so apa lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276168272010786594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STi3FsxjtyI/AAAAAAAAACI/LlVlaEvpozw/s320/DSCF0584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276169767121274610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STi4cufrRvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rAM2qaHPUGY/s320/DSCF0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dont really remember what ian was saying..heheh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276170744870677826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STi5Vo5TLUI/AAAAAAAAACY/cah2o7IfVOA/s320/DSCF0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hahhahaa!mcm bapa2 la ko ian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276172553074905634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STi6-4-yEiI/AAAAAAAAACg/qmIJPQL0Fpg/s320/DSCF0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;sainty and david..first time sia jumpa c david,quiet..i can see that he is a nice chap..ngam sama si saint..hehehe..oh after we had enough of judi,ian bawa us p karaoke..hahahahha!kampung style..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276173856446346498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STi8Kwav9QI/AAAAAAAAACo/baUwiPgGrhQ/s320/DSCF0588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u tell how wasted they were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276174491021092194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STi8vsZKJWI/AAAAAAAAACw/dKYIgzJbVNo/s320/DSCF0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and no,that wasnt my glass..hahaha!at this time..we were sooo annoyed at jeremy oredi..hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..that was one fun day...hehheh!it felt like high school all over again,minus the drinks lar..hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;cant wait to do it again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;thats all folkes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-6262052080386963272?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6262052080386963272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=6262052080386963272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/6262052080386963272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/6262052080386963272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-to-keningau.html' title='a trip to keningau..'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/STiudCBUSOI/AAAAAAAAABo/oI3MyLfOwPU/s72-c/DSCF0578%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-2594921377391046599</id><published>2008-10-29T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:57:56.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow's a new day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hehhee..ya.. that saying kinda grew on me.. thanks to tuty fruti..she was the one who said that to me and really brought me back to my feet after a sad day.. :) such an angel u are to me.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh well.. i made a pact to myself to get back in shape. to jog daily. and my first day was suppose to be yesterday. but let me just tell you what happened.. i offered my mum to be her driver daily (that would mean i HAVE to wake up early..now that i am no longer working for those who didnt know)... so after sending her off, i would make my way to Taman Tun Fuad.. lol. so yesterday i very semangat oredi to go.. after sending my mum, i was all smiles when i was actually on my way to go and burn some fats!lol. but my smile slowly turned into a frown when i got stuck in a jam along Bundusan road.. i mean im a regular there, and the i know the timing for jams..but yesterday it was as though the world was out to stop me!the jam was insane@!@ i was stuck for half an hour..and then to make things worse, my tummy was having a major earthquake and i started to have cold sweat.. i was thinking, why now??why now??all i wanted was an hour of exercise!and i was very much looking forward to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you see, you have to understand why it meant a lot to me. it was the first step. lol. usually the first step is the hardest!and i just wanted to get it over with. cause i have made numerous pacts about exercising and it never really took off.. lol. somehting will always come up..and this time i swore that nothing can stop me!i just need to get this first step out of my way and i'll be fine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so let me continue..i thought the tummy ache will only be for a few seconds.. but it lasted for about 10 minutes and it got even worse!noooooooooooooooo!!why now??why now??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so i succumb to the pain...and went home and gave my tummy all it wanted... and i was thinking..there goes my first day... :( and then i remembered si tuty punya words... 'tomorrow's a new day'! so i was thinking...tomorrow is it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so that tomorrow is today...i woke up early... and after sending my mum off...i was on my way to my 2nd first day..and then all of sudden..this familiar 'barely there' pain came.... i was thinking..not again!!and i ignored it.. and then it came again with an even bigger wave...and then i succumb again...i made an illegal u-turn and went and give what the tummy wanted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i was sad again..thinking that my first day will never happen.. then i dont know what got over me..after the 'relief moments' i went back into the car and drove to Taman Tun Fuad again..hahah!!and i got stuck for a good 45 minutes.!but i was &lt;a href="mailto:thinking!@!nothing"&gt;thinking!@!nothing&lt;/a&gt; can stop me now!!!!!!!!!muahahahahahahahahahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so yeah i succeeded.. thanks to that 'tomorrow's a new day' from my couzie...heheehhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so today was my first day... and i got over the first day.. and i hope it will get easier tomorrow...just need to make  a deal with my tummy.. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nothing much in this entry. just a lil something something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-2594921377391046599?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2594921377391046599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=2594921377391046599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/2594921377391046599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/2594921377391046599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/tomorrows-new-day.html' title='tomorrow&apos;s a new day...'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-3029176842640461057</id><published>2008-10-28T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:19:15.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahah!its true!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gosh..this is so true! i saw it in one of those silly bulletins u post in friendster..lame i know.,.but this was rather funny..hehhehe..and i was guilty as charged~ i pretty much say ALL of those answers to boby..hahha!!!OMG! i am the epitome of the word 'typical woman'..&lt;br /&gt;and to think few years back i use to read this in Cleo and wat not and use to think..'nah, i will never be that woman'.. i am much better than that.. or 'gosh these girls got nothing better to do kah' or ' so la bida, if u have something to say, just say it' or.. if ure unhappy,why hide it'??&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!and then now i understand..its just how girls are.. u know i didnt even realize that i do it until i do it..hahahahahha! so this is hilarious to me..oh well..just something to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="messagestable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="justify"&gt;&lt;td class="value" id="bbsubjtxt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: justify;" class="field"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="value" id="bbbodytxt"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln0"&gt;&gt; (1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln1"&gt;&gt; right and you need to shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln2"&gt;&gt; (2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln3"&gt;&gt; Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln4"&gt;&gt; minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln5"&gt;&gt; (3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln6"&gt;&gt; you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln7"&gt;&gt; in fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln8"&gt;&gt; (4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln9"&gt;&gt; (5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln10"&gt;&gt; often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln11"&gt;&gt; and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln12"&gt;&gt; about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln13"&gt;&gt; (6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln14"&gt;&gt; make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln15"&gt;&gt; deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln16"&gt;&gt; (7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln17"&gt;&gt; you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln18"&gt;&gt; says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln19"&gt;&gt; all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome'. that will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln20"&gt;&gt; (8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F--- YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln21"&gt;&gt; (9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln22"&gt;&gt; this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln23"&gt;&gt; now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln24"&gt;&gt; wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-3029176842640461057?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3029176842640461057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=3029176842640461057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/3029176842640461057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/3029176842640461057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahahits-true.html' title='hahah!its true!!'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-5133982922772857714</id><published>2008-10-17T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:24:53.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he he he he he...here we are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. now time to upload these photos... its nice to know that all of us hasnt changed much.. we are still the same people.. same laughters.. same old jokes.. and doing the same old thing... *gossip* heehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258028558708224402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SPhFHaypsZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Sy5jIeqeieo/s200/DSCF0272%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weng and flo.. heehe..weng still being her wise cracking jokes.. never failed to make everyone laugh with her craziness.. recently found out that she picked up a new hobby, taking pictures of bloody people.. and she keeps it in her phone.. couldnt get the picture of the boy with a knife sticking out of his face! well, thats weng alright... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;flo will always be flo..she's always quiet.. once in a while dia masuk becakap la..tp selalunya she's there just smiling away..kekek.ntah apa dia slalu fikir..ehheheh.,.but she always completes the group.. she always brings the feeling of home.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258030090606656850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SPhGgljsvVI/AAAAAAAAABY/CgWJFAU-Glw/s200/DSCF0273%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah..tiga dara pingitan..wakakkaka.. beth, faye and karen... ehhehee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;beth.. she's still the soft spoken beth that i know..tp skarang pandai minum suda..wakakka! she still slalu kena buli (by me) wakakka... she still the same beth that i know..being apart for more than 5 years doesnt change anything, she still tells us everything, without wanting to hide anything.. is that nice.. reminds me of how we were during high school... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nah si faye.. ni budak jajal! tia pandai duduk diam!kekeke... she's always bringing gossip aka updates into the group..LOL! no ba faye..thanks for the updates,.ahahha! i've known her since kindy and she never changed... she's never stop laughing..thats faye..haha.. she's one of the strongest person i know.. who have endured so many things in life, and still she goes on with life.. she's a survivor!!! she has such a fragile heart, and got it crushed multiple times, and yet somehow she always manage to put it back together.. its amazing to see how she lets God work in her life.. love u faye! hangin tough! (mcm lagu NKOTB)heehhe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;karen..ini amoi ah.. kalau dia jeling ko kan, nyamuk pun mati oo..wakkaka! ini pun nothing but ketawa and then diam..kakaka!ini kuncu si faye.. bawa gossip..kekekek,,nda ba!! tp kan..siok ni to ask them a lot of things..cause they always have the answers about the peeps in keningau..siok eh..she's married now..urg glamor SFX..akakaka!muacks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258033376140040610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SPhJf1H5maI/AAAAAAAAABg/-wb5-dZthDU/s200/DSCF0280%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;Now this is me and saint...&lt;br /&gt;hmm..si saint ni the go-getter punya person.. still buat lawak bodoh.. and still blur2..hahha! thanks saint for never failed to always ask me to hang out..even though mungkin ko fed up suda kan with my alasan..ahaha! selalu bad timing.. this girl knows how to have fun.. makin lama makin hot!hehehe! its nice to see how u have grown as a person.. muacks!@!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ba jadi sia kunun..apa yg mau cakap..kekek.. nothing much..i was just happy to see everyone.. it reminds me of how we used to be.. we are 25 now and still friends! so we must have done something right somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;love all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;cyn.. i dont have a pic of u ba.. you were in our thoughts at that time.. miss you a lot.. things may not seem easy for you now.. but the storm will pass k? hugs and kisses... please do keep in touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-5133982922772857714?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5133982922772857714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=5133982922772857714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/5133982922772857714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/5133982922772857714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-he-he-he-hehere-we-are.html' title='he he he he he...here we are...'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SPhFHaypsZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Sy5jIeqeieo/s72-c/DSCF0272%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-3558819083874170855</id><published>2008-10-17T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:31:15.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wants becomind of this world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SPg-WzXwqDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YilUYQsxj1M/s1600-h/eat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258021126422964274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SPg-WzXwqDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YilUYQsxj1M/s320/eat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SPg-hduEDjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BKNMqSunwoY/s1600-h/EAT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258021309589491250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SPg-hduEDjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BKNMqSunwoY/s320/EAT2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got this from MSN news..its just shocking how people can advertise about slaughtering and consuming a human being.. and someone responded?? *yes, i am ready to be eaten* ????*&amp;amp;*(%^*&amp;amp;()&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh dear...whats becoming of this world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OKay Mr.Meiwes is on the left.. and Mr. Brandes is on the right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr Meiwes appeared relaxed before the opening of his trial The court will test if Mr Brandes gave his life willingly&lt;br /&gt;A man accused of killing, dissecting and eating another man has gone on trial in central Germany. The court heard how horror films had fuelled Arwan Meiwes's childhood fantasies of eating school friends. The 41-year-old computer technician is charged with murder, even though the victim allegedly volunteered for his fate by replying to an internet advert. The gruesome incident was all captured on camcorder and the footage is expected to form part of the evidence. "I had the fantasy, and in the end I fulfilled it," he said. The fantasy first developed between the ages of eight and 12, he added. Mr Meiwes spoke of how he felt ignored by his father, and longed for a good-looking younger brother - whom he would bind to himself forever by consuming. It is Germany's first cannibalism case, and the world's media have gathered in Kassel to watch the proceedings. Television images showed Mr Meiwes - wearing a jacket and a tie - smiling and talking light-heartedly to his lawyer moments before the trial began. It was the first time that the self-confessed cannibal had been seen in public since his arrest. The grisly details of the case caused a sensation in the German media when Mr Meiwes was arrested in December, 2002. In a recent newspaper interview he admitted that he had killed and then partly eaten his victim. Mr Meiwes advertised on the internet for a well-built male prepared to be slaughtered and then consumed. "Slim and blond, that would have been the type", he told the court. The victim, 43-year-old Bernd-Jurgen Brandes, answered the advert in March 2001. Mr Meiwes told investigators he took Mr Brandes back to his home in Rotenburg, where Mr Brandes agreed to have his penis cut off, which Mr Meiwes then flambéed and served up to eat together. Prosecutors say Mr Meiwes then stabbed the victim repeatedly in the neck and dissected the corpse. &lt;br /&gt;Legally it is a tricky case, says the BBC's correspondent in Berlin, Ray Furlong. Cannibalism is not a recognised offence under German law and the defence will argue that, since the victim volunteered, this was no murder. If the court accepts the defence argument, Mr Meiwes can expect a jail term of up to five years. But the prosecution will push for a life sentence on the basis that Mr Meiwes is simply too dangerous ever to be released. Meanwhile, Germans will continue to be treated to a media frenzy that plays on the story's unrivalled shock value. And among the "highlights" will be the two-hour video that Mr Meiwes took of the whole incident on his camcorder, our correspondent says. "The public probably won't be excluded from this part of proceedings; we have a tradition of open trials," says legal expert Felix Hardenberg. "But the panel of judges will show only the relevant parts: what the victim is saying and doing before and during the killing." Mr Meiwes has said that after his trial he intends to pass the time in jail - if convicted - by writing his memoirs. The court will hear 38 witnesses and 14 sessions are scheduled in the trial, which is scheduled to end in late January. The case only came to light when an Austrian student spotted another advertisement placed by Mr Meiwes on the internet and alerted police. &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/7993469970727229181-3558819083874170855?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3558819083874170855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=3558819083874170855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/3558819083874170855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/3558819083874170855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/wants-becomind-of-this-world.html' title='wants becomind of this world?'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/SPg-WzXwqDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YilUYQsxj1M/s72-c/eat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-5216147011836123507</id><published>2008-10-16T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:21:48.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today was really weird..there's nothing much happened.. i hate the fact that this is the 2nd day that i have forgotten to bring the usb for the camp so that i could upload the pics..dont really have the time to do it at home.. by the time im done with everything, i'll be exhausted already..faye would know..kakaka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there's an entry that im working at, its about the kids in my mum's nursery.. adorable bunch of munchkins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;everyone's sooo unique..everytime after work, i'll spend about half an hour with them, and it is very uplifting.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im basically counting the days until my last day..couldnt wait lar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well.. nothing much today.. will be having dinenr later on with felix and yvonne..hmmm..that would be interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;k la..till then! chow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-5216147011836123507?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5216147011836123507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=5216147011836123507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/5216147011836123507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/5216147011836123507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/today.html' title='today..'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-9170489543831082063</id><published>2008-07-02T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:18:01.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now to the 2nd chapter..</title><content type='html'>okay..TIME MANAGEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how? no idea.. poeple say get ur priority straight..heh..EASY for u to say!&lt;br /&gt;the biggest bummer is that i had to miss out on my reunion with my best buddies..its still hurts to think about it..damn work! sorry guys..i really am sorry..i saw faye'sblog and saw how much fun they had..wow..i really missed out a lot..&lt;br /&gt;now this will lead me to not having enough time with everything.. i know, its so cliche, but yeap! im having trouble with all this.. Ministry is taking up a lot of my time.. sometimes i feel like i couldnt cope, but that is when i see Jesus. He is wat matters.. but then again, am i doing it all for Him? or for the sake of responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;You know what really makes me mad? i dont know if any of u can relate to this..but i hate church politics! such a waste of time..how politics can really kill a person! sheesh! But then again, i guess its God's way of saying, hey, this is the real world, if u cant cope church politics, how can u handle the real world?&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, how? but then again, i thought church is where u seek refuge, where u can take a break from all that ugliness? where everyone can get along...(i can feel that God is laughing at me right now) saying.. Get real jess, that doesnt happen anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;urgh..im really sick of everything now..u try so hard to make everything okay..to not make everything soooooooooooo complicated..and yet someone could just come in, and in 2 hours ruin everything that I have been trying so hard to achieve in years! and then what makes it worse is the fact that u have to be a nice person and not just be a lose cannon! how painful it is to bite ur tongue and not say anything!@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.. im waaaay out of line here..hehee..got emotional ba..wah..this is free flow blogging., i dont even plan on what to write.,.k la, will add again soon.. chow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993469970727229181-9170489543831082063?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/9170489543831082063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=9170489543831082063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/9170489543831082063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/9170489543831082063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-to-2nd-chapter.html' title='Now to the 2nd chapter..'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993469970727229181.post-1812677837340295817</id><published>2008-07-02T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:05:47.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ive been asked again and again to update my blog..so decided to go for it. Its been awhile..and i couldnt remember my previous blog that i have to use this one instead..:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But its okay..i guess its God's way of saying..start fresh!..hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well, where can i start.. Ok, lets start with work. Work is crazy. When i first went into the firm, i didn't know that it was going to take up my time this much. I thought it was just going to be something to fill up my time.. ;P But i guess God has something else planned for me.. this is when i can say, the Scripture Jer29:11 really comes to life. God is helping me discover so many things about me that i myself couldnt have realized if it wasnt for this firm. It was like a new start for me.. A whole new beginning. And i feel blessed. But in the midst of all that,  I tend to forget that i am human. i can only persevere so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Let me describe what i do in the simplest words.. 'Multitasker". In description, its a law firm, with two staff. but now, lately it has been me alone. SO, i basically do EVERYTHING in the office. plus, some extra work. I sometimes have to work till in the wee hours in the morning.. but who am i to complain? I'm enjoying the work that i am doing..not all the time lar..ehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Next, im beginning to move on to another chapter in my life.. should i do it or not? should i pursue it or not? a lot of people are saying go for it..but i myself will suffer the consequences.. Even now i dont have enough time for everything.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sigh..TBC&lt;/span&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/7993469970727229181-1812677837340295817?l=qwerkyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1812677837340295817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993469970727229181&amp;postID=1812677837340295817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/1812677837340295817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993469970727229181/posts/default/1812677837340295817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerkyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>quirky_me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423497161829668811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpjoCVb8gfg/S_OKm8IYlqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Gsj9FtmzqY/S220/Jessica_Lomo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
