tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56770641155926909482024-03-13T14:07:54.660+08:00iBelleloves and tears. achievements and regrets. its all cluttered here...ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-60736596690239353752012-07-12T23:54:00.001+08:002012-07-12T23:54:23.603+08:00To:<br />
All my best friends<br />
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Honestly I miss you all. At this stage of life, I guess everyone started to busy building up their career, busy flipping over their books preparing for exams and having their own partners. <span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">I always agree that as we grow adults we spend lesser time together with best friend. Sad truth, but yea, I believe that's the nature of human beings where there is no reason of pointing finger on best friend who starts to spend less time with you. We all eventually all go our own ways in time.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Sigh but then, we have to always appreciate the little time we all spend together whenever we have chance. I always miss those time we spent together. Anyway, how have you all been so far?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">XOXO,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Belle</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-42997366383431077912012-07-12T23:15:00.001+08:002012-07-12T23:15:58.053+08:00here I amI'm back alive again to this little world of mine. Half of 2012 was gone, how was yours so far? Do you miss me? Sorry for not updating myself. I hope I will not lost in track any more. So, here's a little greeting for myself "WELCOME BACK"....ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-91889425550830754252012-02-18T12:06:00.000+08:002012-02-18T12:06:26.821+08:00Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozC6bE7FG52eJgLH2jAS1eWJakRzyaGgYIkLNUJ9yNpP7_mOHsgLvWrzoryqMe7PYfOz5fLRcizY2IUsOA072W_eBcj0HYH5argozcuyokojb1wIX3qVkXBf-sW385YgAlSv6V392UNs/s1600/birthday-cupcake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozC6bE7FG52eJgLH2jAS1eWJakRzyaGgYIkLNUJ9yNpP7_mOHsgLvWrzoryqMe7PYfOz5fLRcizY2IUsOA072W_eBcj0HYH5argozcuyokojb1wIX3qVkXBf-sW385YgAlSv6V392UNs/s1600/birthday-cupcake.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Frankly, I'm feeling kind of down about this birthday. Partly because I'm away from those closed friends and that particular person and most of all turning 24th is a little difficult. Maybe I'm not where I wanted to be? Anyway I don't hope to be sound so narcissistic, I am still here to wish MYSELF </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME"</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCqZ2cYd8pqWMp9z177ly-0kPZuAfGS6PJkUa5lMvukL_-0Ejqe2vuwiiJdJlPIEndA11eGRfmHOiNIFv0s1ntfKHWd1a7thpdaT99Jwl3FC8iYY_dT2W-TtQphFY3CclVY6Wo6jr6Ao/s1600/Birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCqZ2cYd8pqWMp9z177ly-0kPZuAfGS6PJkUa5lMvukL_-0Ejqe2vuwiiJdJlPIEndA11eGRfmHOiNIFv0s1ntfKHWd1a7thpdaT99Jwl3FC8iYY_dT2W-TtQphFY3CclVY6Wo6jr6Ao/s320/Birthday.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">In the way of the global back fence we all hang on, over 100 people wished me Happy Birthday on Facebook. Thanks you all although every wishes although it may looks as simple one. We might live far away from each another but thanks to the invention of Facebook made us live in the virtual community that caused us to be closed to everyone. Also I would like to thanks to those who comes with SMS to wished me and also phone calls to wished me. To ..., Thanks for singing me birthday song. I know I am still one of those lame people who get super excited when it come to birthday song even though I'm beyond the age where I should. But that's the best wishes I got so far. I thought I won't have it again this year, but yeah u made it :) It's okay that you couldn't get me anything this year but I love this simple gift the most. Thanks so much for everything. Thanks for cousins and mum for a dinner, a very simple cake blowing season and sing birthday song so loudly. For those who comes with birthday gift, thanks very much especially mum who got me my Sony Nex C-3.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Lastly, Thanks for making my 24th a memorable one :)</span></b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8mxOIjsOD7vhUB19DHqALapWbPcTezawPZWRk8uFBqWt0SqalN5TkTt1IbRcnOhRN8ZyoRgYWOsqzCGiw0MiXhsrfcVT6oylJ7gSdjeS8-RNbdWrle7TzVfdcQglb2OTir4tImyZqMY/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8mxOIjsOD7vhUB19DHqALapWbPcTezawPZWRk8uFBqWt0SqalN5TkTt1IbRcnOhRN8ZyoRgYWOsqzCGiw0MiXhsrfcVT6oylJ7gSdjeS8-RNbdWrle7TzVfdcQglb2OTir4tImyZqMY/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-35252688191764287912012-02-11T16:21:00.001+08:002012-02-11T16:22:57.304+08:00Valentine's DayNowadays celebration of Valentine's Day is much different than older days. People, especially those boyfriends pays everything are<span style="color: red;"><b> OVERPRICED</b></span>...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPzcwAQa_xqwWdCh3uhHJy-YGHh7gqf6dOBc5v3S_d8uUvVNIE0tF4sN6gC2SBwcFOJAsito8rkrmHGablJQN5H-iH8DshRrbbTboou2YGCjYvCiuVP1B4bLLyNLQLaGjH4Bmzp0wz34/s1600/mr-mrs-valentine-bears-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPzcwAQa_xqwWdCh3uhHJy-YGHh7gqf6dOBc5v3S_d8uUvVNIE0tF4sN6gC2SBwcFOJAsito8rkrmHGablJQN5H-iH8DshRrbbTboou2YGCjYvCiuVP1B4bLLyNLQLaGjH4Bmzp0wz34/s320/mr-mrs-valentine-bears-large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ <span style="color: red;"><b>OVERPRICED </b></span>soft toys ~</div><div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiql9f_xoRB3h-kJU0UdkcWdnNCGvwZy57Pn6HHvpvkTBhvLlRiB8QSnJE0VD1XcXch0uJNdcu6o4qbwaU8RoENR-RA-Q4xw0gtw7ZtDOTxsyndiuuG_EfOfT9y_B83YBzG9EBFUc04JvM/s1600/valentine+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiql9f_xoRB3h-kJU0UdkcWdnNCGvwZy57Pn6HHvpvkTBhvLlRiB8QSnJE0VD1XcXch0uJNdcu6o4qbwaU8RoENR-RA-Q4xw0gtw7ZtDOTxsyndiuuG_EfOfT9y_B83YBzG9EBFUc04JvM/s320/valentine+1.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ <b><span style="color: red;">OVERPRICED</span></b> dinner ~</div><div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tg3y5fUMF6LXipBjIcq4WkbDvLsJOa1nPLuV5Bp3p4cwfzC0YaDslarBmiFCqWOdbdvP6RHLChUfNggVMX5bGjWxji2QsIITLYfc83Ju_N-ZiR_vIhsnLXK3t4yUK1Qs5epESDhooTo/s1600/red-roses-bouquet+(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tg3y5fUMF6LXipBjIcq4WkbDvLsJOa1nPLuV5Bp3p4cwfzC0YaDslarBmiFCqWOdbdvP6RHLChUfNggVMX5bGjWxji2QsIITLYfc83Ju_N-ZiR_vIhsnLXK3t4yUK1Qs5epESDhooTo/s320/red-roses-bouquet+(1).png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">~ <span style="color: red;"><b>OVERPRICED</b></span> flowers~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQeJ20rOBR3bESBSL-td1d292PXXu1_gL-VehlyLyw3AECLmG00B-5WGTO9VXBG3hKl13iDrvNjGkQGwVOvgbnYJcoGMiVo_IrP-h44r1KiWbQTFydi-jPfqn1TUtm-KJUJ3qup8daqU/s1600/V-Day-Nesletter-20121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQeJ20rOBR3bESBSL-td1d292PXXu1_gL-VehlyLyw3AECLmG00B-5WGTO9VXBG3hKl13iDrvNjGkQGwVOvgbnYJcoGMiVo_IrP-h44r1KiWbQTFydi-jPfqn1TUtm-KJUJ3qup8daqU/s320/V-Day-Nesletter-20121.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">~ <b><span style="color: red;">OVERPRICED</span></b> rings ~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">It always said that it will be<b><span style="color: red;"> VALENTINE'S OFFER</span></b> but then it is still <span style="color: red;"><b>OVERPRICED</b></span>.</span>I knew it would be a deep hole of those boyfriends pockets.After all all these is to makes the girlfriends feel appreciated and special among their friends who gets all those ti ti da da things from their boyfriend's. If the boyfriends don't give them all these the girlfriends will use this reason to quarrel for whole year. Hahaha. So as conclusion despite how expensive is the things the boyfriend still get to go for most expensive roses, sweetest chocolates in the world, biggest soft toys. <span style="color: red;">Boyfriend, this is evil love.</span> LOL. This is on boyfriend standing. On the girlfriend's side they would be pampered like a queen or I should say as a princess for a day and this often makes a vow to treat the boyfriend better for the coming whole year and not to quarrel on all small things. After all girl is a soft hearted creature, isn't?</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div>However, the actual celebration of Valentine's Day is rather different than what we thought of. This is somehow still practise in some countries like Korea and Japan. The girls would personally hand make chocolates and give it to the guys they like.</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">For those single guys, on this day they would found out which girl had crush on them. And then on 14th of March, if the guy had the same feeling for the girl, they would buy a box of white chocolates as a return or an answer for the girl showing their love.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Usually their love will starts blossoms after this... <span style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: left;">♥</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><b>So, should I try to makes chocolate this year ? Hahaha....</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyhow... I would like to wish everyone </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: left;">♥ </span><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>"HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY"</b></span> <span style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: left;">♥</span> </div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Heartbroken. Regrets. Sad. Blessed. Happy. Achievement. Excitement.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Let's make this as simple as possible..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">8th November 2012</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A very sad things happened which brought me back to UTAR for another semester. Things doesn't seems to be same this semester. Where there are very few closed friends in UTAR either they are graduated or away for internship. So, as the boy. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Due to all above reasons, I learnt to be independent. Perhaps this is useful when I go UK in future.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">12th December 2012</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A year anniversary with the boy. But nothing happened but with just a sms "Happy one anniversary, Yogi. Must be happy oh."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">20th December 2012</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I took off my braces that day after 3 years and half. Regain all the confidence back. As a girl who doesn't wants to look pretty? Am I right? So I'm not an exception :) It's worth after three and half years. Thanks mummy who sponsored me for orthodontics treatment. Always as I said you are the best mum I would have in the world.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">24th December 2012</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I left Kampar hoping that I won't be back to the place any more. With all kinds of mixed feelings. Kampar taught me a lots of things and it brings a lots of memories which couldn't been delete forever. Meeting true friends and true love. Meeting failures after failures and then I stand up again. Its all happened in this small town. Its been 2 and half years I'd stayed in this small town where I been used to it. Anyway where ever future brings me to I will surely miss you, Kampar. The best chicken rice in town, laksa (which I feel much more better than Penang's), chop rice, food delivery services... Danish house services. The indians drumming when middle of night which makes you feel like pouring hot water out of windows. Rooney. Yucca. Friends. Those gossips. Midnight walks with the boy. I gotta miss every single corner of Kampar for sure. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The last day I hold his hand saw he cried. I thought I would savage this relationship but in the end I couldn't ( To cut the story short)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5th January 2012</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Im officially back to single. As I said I hope to savage it but still it doesn't work. Sad and regrets, tears are all there. But since I'd decided it so life still get to move on and looking forward. Is hard to leave but since we our opinion, our ways of life, our goals starts to diverge in different ways so it is a must.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whatever it is I still hoping you the best in future undertaking. Thanks for all the memories you gave me. No matter it is sweet, sour, bad, heartbroken no one else would replaced and took the memories that we had built together. Thanks for making me a better person in 2012. Indeed you thought me alots of things. I just hope we wont end up as strangers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">10th January 2012</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Exam result. Im really happy. At last I see worth behind all my hard works. Labouring for final exams are all paid now. Thanks God, for all your all sufficient grace. Thanks mum for supporting me all these while. Thanks to all my friends for be with me all these while. Im officially graduated now as undergraduate student</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thanks God for all your blessings. </div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-11305502612743586632011-12-02T05:04:00.002+08:002011-12-02T05:11:42.865+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNv-D706RAnqiXGoMxpR4NMNtC7dq7lLXzZ09-MZ2pb0NM7T0gWLksbHPl3UxDcTq7brGdiIHf91YxwLimXj9tkT_2_JuCCooFERyhS0r_JkhwFTXEYIezTfCza0VAe-A_igdKUEiSos/s1600/1164790643B4eW0j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNv-D706RAnqiXGoMxpR4NMNtC7dq7lLXzZ09-MZ2pb0NM7T0gWLksbHPl3UxDcTq7brGdiIHf91YxwLimXj9tkT_2_JuCCooFERyhS0r_JkhwFTXEYIezTfCza0VAe-A_igdKUEiSos/s320/1164790643B4eW0j.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">The girl is facing heartbroken. A broken one that should be mend.</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-42595123179119283072011-11-27T20:30:00.000+08:002011-11-27T20:30:26.530+08:00Thanksgiving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fRPQenxUTM-AuLdOVgXrJ6vsaqipfYZlTZp84GUh2fL9aOwUHvuZjj50XWqGg0BBuzHvHbg5HrF7ThB5Q97uiOISqFV8nKExJ8ueA2d73WwmplGbo2VhQ9ds0WJj35M_5VSsWt3AJTA/s1600/happy-thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fRPQenxUTM-AuLdOVgXrJ6vsaqipfYZlTZp84GUh2fL9aOwUHvuZjj50XWqGg0BBuzHvHbg5HrF7ThB5Q97uiOISqFV8nKExJ8ueA2d73WwmplGbo2VhQ9ds0WJj35M_5VSsWt3AJTA/s320/happy-thanksgiving.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In conjunction of thanksgiving day 2011, I'm here to write again. Happy Belated Thanksgiving Day everyone :). I believe many of us especially Malaysian or I should say Asian doesn't know what actually thanksgiving day means for. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><u>Summary of Thanksgiving Day</u></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thanksgiving is a celebration normally celebrated by Americans. But today Thanksgiving not only celebrated by Americans but many people around the world who knows the significance of Thanksgiving Day.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Common Misunderstanding of Thanksgiving Day</b></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i) getting out of school for a long weekend</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ii) start of Christmas holiday</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>What is the real meaning behind Thanksgiving?</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i) Back in 1962, first celebration of Thanksgiving by American Christian after successfully harvest their crops. They render Thanksgiving to the Almighty God for all His blessings.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ii) Annual Thanksgiving celebration starts with United States who proclaimed National Days of Thanksgiving to Almighty God many times throughout the following years. On 1st November 1777, the first official National Thanksgiving Proclamation as proclaimed and signed by Henry Laurens.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">iii) Later on 19th February 1795 was set aside by George Washington as a National Day of Thanksgiving.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">iv) Many years later Abraham Lincoln proclaimed National Day of Thanksgiving on the last Thursday of November which been bring on until TODAY. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That is why until today, on Thanksgiving Day each year, not only Americans but people all around the world give thanks to Almighty God for all His blessings and mercies toward us throughout the year. However, I feel every single day in our life is our thanksgiving day, not only been limited on the last Thursday of November. Do give thanks to our God (no matter what religion you are) for all His blessing and mercies upon us, for all situation He put us in, for all people He brings us to meet. Thanks God for everything ! ^^</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Happy Thanksgiving Day, everyone !</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-89038517012839408152011-11-07T15:59:00.001+08:002011-11-27T20:53:37.123+08:0011/7/2011<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Its just a short update. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>I started to discipline up myself after the serious fall. Time to stand up with my own little feet again. I came back to the Kampar and added in another semester to clear up all the mess that I had done. Thanks God for his all-sufficient grace for me to roll over again. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Feeling regret of the past attitude is useless, action and changes on my life now is far more important. I saw these words sticking on my best friend Yucca's room which open my eyes</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Do everything with full of</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>i) commitment</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>ii) responsibility</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>iii) passion </b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>This would be my goal ! Thanks, buddy for sticking such things in your room. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Updating my life here. Nothing much. I feel blessed and thankful to everything a room to stay, subjects to be taken up, and everything works well. Just then, I'm lil bit busy with the assignments and midterms queuing up in their ways and of course a lil bit lonely with those closed one is away for intern. Sometime I'm kind of not used to the life here without them. Anyway all these will pass in weeks soon and I get to do massive preparation for my master in UK. Hopefully things may work out real good as what I plan for. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>p/s: sorry for friends that I dint tell much the main reason I come back to Kampar. Partly, I hardly open my mouth. Somehow Im telling u now, I come back for another semester (to cut the story short) and do whatever necessary and preparation for master in UK. Please do pray for me and I wish everything goes well. </i></span></div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-50883415423324724472011-10-19T20:21:00.001+08:002011-10-19T20:25:20.251+08:00Never Give Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKNdYbjnVJON71ADbix5UgiQbJdbUwNRFiG1d4srvnIOJ4YP0ukJ0LMnpVqopUFwxVFfagxMmRR23fJ6Z7HJb5U8Vwli6WbB19XDcDkrf7rJBB2ivoav6qxKt0j-AfO-Fr2M5Moeaqos/s1600/pravs-j-do-not-give-up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKNdYbjnVJON71ADbix5UgiQbJdbUwNRFiG1d4srvnIOJ4YP0ukJ0LMnpVqopUFwxVFfagxMmRR23fJ6Z7HJb5U8Vwli6WbB19XDcDkrf7rJBB2ivoav6qxKt0j-AfO-Fr2M5Moeaqos/s400/pravs-j-do-not-give-up.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Many times things doesn't works as we expected. Honestly, the past weeks are really a disaster to me. The stress of seeing each and everyone same age wearing graduation head one by one yet I started to ask myself whens my turn.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>You may see me laughing outside the crowd but deep down in my heart I'm like "Oh, which way I should actually turn to. Left or right. Whats next? Why failure comes after failure. I din't put much effort on it? I'm tired of all these and I wish and I just wanted to give up, but then after so many years of hard work and effort can I just wrap it up and throw it away?" I get enough of all these thingy. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>At these point, I saw somethings that opened up my eyes. Something posted in Facebook, simple yet inspiring one</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Steve Jobs was born out of wedlock, put up for adoption at birth, dropped out of college, then changed the world. What's your excuse for not be success?</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><i>In a sudden, I felt ashamed of myself. Where gone all my confidence? I should know that falling down is something very common in life. From the first time I learned to stand, I fall yet I stand again. From the first time I learned to walk, I fall too yet I stand up and walk again. There was also the first time I learned how to ride a bike, I fall, I cried yet in the end I stand up and master it. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><i>There are more people facing situation that is worst than mine but then, they never give up. So, what is my excuse to say I wanna give up.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><i>I'm learning to stand up again now. Believing in myself as I used to do before, having dreams and believe I can do anything, not afraid of taking charge and action in my life. NEVER fear of falling down again, as I have all the power to climb up and believing in myself again. Wish me best of luck till the day I success in everything I planned for.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-88004122070342961022011-09-26T19:04:00.000+08:002011-09-26T19:04:01.904+08:00Yucca<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px;"><i>There is an old Chinese saying that at home or within the family, we rely on our siblings or family members. But when it comes to outside of our home, we rely on friends. Friends are important because of many reasons. We keep friends not just to help us, but also because they are like a <b>pillar to lean on in times when we are down.</b> Of course, not all friends are reliable. There are what we called "fair-weathered friends", people who will stick with us in the good times, but disappeared the moment we are in need.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px;"><i>Best friends are people whom you can entrust with your innermost secrets, with the understanding that you will not be betrayed. Best friends shed tears along with you in trying moments, and rejoice and laugh along with you when you are successful in what you do.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>S<span lang="zh-tw">o<span style="font-size: 11pt;">, who are your friends. Choose wisely. A good friend should not be a burden on us, and neither should we take him or her for granted for all the good things they do for us. No man is an island, so they say, and friends are important. I pray that you will find true friendship in your life. They are precious, like diamonds.</span></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px;"><b><i>And I found one, in my days in UTAR. Her name is Yucca.</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Dear Yucca,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Thanks to Moral Campaign brings us together. Thanks to L.C. who asked you be his assistance which caused me to approach you more in the campaign than others members. And I actually starts laughing when I remembered how I misunderstand you as L.C's gf. LOL. I'm really thanks God to have you as a best friend of mine. One year of knowing each another may sounds short but deep within us the bond of friendship is actually beyond everyone understanding. Honestly, I will miss you the most. Memories of how we called each another twins. Have the same taste on clothes, shoes, handbags... what funny point at here is that we went to the place separately at different times yet we spot the same things and even carried back the same clothes. Have the same opinion. Have the same characteristics. Have unlimited of girls talk and sometime after long talks we are still not enough of it and continue to talks in the car for an hour plus. Every meeting ended up with heavy heart to go back home and anticipating for the next talking section. Seriously, I can't type more caused I can't bear with my tears. I really wish to have u by side where ever I'm going to in future. But sadly, I can't do that. People said try not to promise others on things that you don't have confidence to do it. But then, I'm still here to promise you that you will be my best friend forever. No matter how busy, how horrible, how sad, how happy it is I will still send you sms at least once a day. =D Remember, you must be brave girl. Go and step ahead in achieving your dreams. You are leng lui even abang also praise you are leng lui only. His leng lui no 's' just because of u. So cheers. Don't cry like I did when you see this. Cause crying girl doesn't look pretty. You are leng lui shouldn't make yourself ugly kay ! </i></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Sincerely,</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Belle Wong</i></span><br />
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</i></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>When I cry, you are there to help me out</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>When I am happy, you are there to hear me shout</i></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>When I grin you know that I am really mad</i></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>You can always tell when I am sad</i></span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;">You are the best friend I have ever had! </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>You are there with me through thick and thin</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>You offer a helping hand when I am dim</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>You patiently listen when I want to talk</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>You tell me I am good even when I have been bad</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>You are the best friend I have ever had! </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;">So hear me out when I say</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;">You are the light in my day</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>You are the moon in my night</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>That made my life so bright</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>With you I am always glad</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><i>You are the best friend I have ever had!</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-71006351399238951222011-09-04T17:10:00.000+08:002011-09-04T17:10:34.031+08:00Unconditional love<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I came to these videos in Facebook. A very heartbreaking yet touching videos. It actually changed some of my personal view towards love. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>A short poem of mine to summarized the story of the guy towards the girl...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A gentle word like a spark of light,<br />
Illuminates my soul<br />
And as each sound goes deeper,<br />
It's YOU that makes me whole<br />
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There is no corner, no dark place,<br />
YOUR LOVE cannot fill<br />
And if the world starts causing waves,<br />
It's your devotion that makes them still<br />
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And yes you always speak to me,<br />
In sweet honesty and truth<br />
Your caring heart keeps out the rain,<br />
YOUR LOVE, the ultimate roof<br />
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So thank you my Love for being there,<br />
For supporting me, my life.</span></i></div><br />
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</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-69733878068295426682011-08-20T03:12:00.002+08:002011-08-20T03:19:04.762+08:00Kellie Castle<div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I been two years and three months in Kampar (40 minute drive from Kellie Castle) but me nor the boy ever been there. Since I always wish to be there, finally the boy suggested to brings us (me and cousins) last week to visit Kellie Castle when cousins come over for vacations. *hugs the boy*</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here comes story of Kellie Castle...</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">William Kellie Smith came to Malaya in his early age of twenties. He was by hired by an estate owner to help him with the road construction in Perak. He became rich after that and started to bought a jungle land and started his rubber plantation. His business prosper and he married his sweetheart from Scotland and decided to build a castle for his wife. </span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sadly the castle was not completed as Smith died due to pneumonia in a short trip to Portugal. The wife was heartbroken and decided to pack back and return to Scotland and she sold Kellie's Castle.</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kellie's Castle is full of legends. Some said that the spirit of Smith still wandering at the mystery corridor, other may talked about the secret of underground tunnels. However, apart from the two known tunnels, none of them were found. There are even rumors said that Smith's car is parked in one of tunnels but all the tunnels have been sealed off for safety reasons.</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In order to travel there, Kellie Castle is located nearby Batu Gajah. Its about 15km from the center of Ipoh. </span></i><br />
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</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-5545580766201960562011-07-31T16:52:00.002+08:002011-07-31T16:54:03.466+08:00Weekend with coloring<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last two days, I was thinking, besides studying for midterm test again and a friend Debbie comes to visit me in the morning, what else I can do besides surfing net and chasing Hong Kong drama. This weekend would be a lonely weekend, Yucca my twins back hometown, the boyf back hometown too, QiQi back hometown as well, Lai back hometown as well.... >< everyone is going back home. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When I was cleaning my room yesterday, I come across this things which I bought few months ago.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0piuJ4JCxr-O-9D5BuChtyaPpolLhjhKERlGSz-LqrfSGykKLJSXWbJLoS-c_ED6DYEotDQjdWC87bDJ1FJMFEyVWKtpdAq0DCDfWbCGVV-8qvbn4fdMXkBmp5yv92-elhBWYS_j5ec/s1600/Camera+Effects_38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0piuJ4JCxr-O-9D5BuChtyaPpolLhjhKERlGSz-LqrfSGykKLJSXWbJLoS-c_ED6DYEotDQjdWC87bDJ1FJMFEyVWKtpdAq0DCDfWbCGVV-8qvbn4fdMXkBmp5yv92-elhBWYS_j5ec/s320/Camera+Effects_38.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>~ My Crayon ~</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZIdtpJwJe174xzCtF0tGQPLOSVcmGT2IIpEJ4ILXx96emqXRms-NvNyc3nvT_d0RLb8zQKfP8HknC7bHDY6V3DXx1DYuS3nFOU3BDzUW1k69-7Matmz60MGfwBXeZieZHRpZlW1xlRk/s1600/Camera+Effects_35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZIdtpJwJe174xzCtF0tGQPLOSVcmGT2IIpEJ4ILXx96emqXRms-NvNyc3nvT_d0RLb8zQKfP8HknC7bHDY6V3DXx1DYuS3nFOU3BDzUW1k69-7Matmz60MGfwBXeZieZHRpZlW1xlRk/s320/Camera+Effects_35.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i> ~My colouring book ~</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Teehee... My colouring book. Don't laugh.... I know I'm 23 now. But then I still love colouring since I am 5 years old. This is one of my hobbies beside collecting key chain and postcards, reading, writing and reading. People often say " Fill your life with colours." When I do my colouring on a piece of black and white picture I feel like filling little by little of colours into the picture and make it wonderful. Everything would be beautiful with colours. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVp58W5qVcfkG0zbssClEmI3G1EvY3na1G197gcvOK8FClRc02mhPMRl6bnABlqRanEgvnRQgANCSpIat_auEOD2xVbEyGfJ9kTzPd-hNJO27VPqwNUThm8O780SezuIkWF0sVjoVrRPk/s1600/Camera+Effects_36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVp58W5qVcfkG0zbssClEmI3G1EvY3na1G197gcvOK8FClRc02mhPMRl6bnABlqRanEgvnRQgANCSpIat_auEOD2xVbEyGfJ9kTzPd-hNJO27VPqwNUThm8O780SezuIkWF0sVjoVrRPk/s320/Camera+Effects_36.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>~ This would be picture without colours. It looks dull right? ~</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Dx6bfB8rgAMYa82RIRPx4JQtbiRtn79Uk92Z434FsmqHzbN-x1C2HnOxxLmNlBAQ8XFX_G2bNDP2gyOtyjFEwxNjfOSpyDtJTQt01C2CLQb-p8sRO8pUi_6Yc2e24aTE3hC-JsLo4ms/s1600/Camera+Effects_40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Dx6bfB8rgAMYa82RIRPx4JQtbiRtn79Uk92Z434FsmqHzbN-x1C2HnOxxLmNlBAQ8XFX_G2bNDP2gyOtyjFEwxNjfOSpyDtJTQt01C2CLQb-p8sRO8pUi_6Yc2e24aTE3hC-JsLo4ms/s320/Camera+Effects_40.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>~ See photo with colors looks better. This is my half-way coloured Winnie the Pooh ~</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaGIUMMR_HPgna4gzILnWQBjmhKAmyD_qjzsWUeccdkBSmquN91MJbl3gRu-TMRox9u-QBhYXIwOgcSGXucAbhs6cQe88OSx8vxtRjJsIhwxRkH3Blfp0WmgxdRG40IWZWj0LTBXkLho/s1600/Camera+Effects_37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaGIUMMR_HPgna4gzILnWQBjmhKAmyD_qjzsWUeccdkBSmquN91MJbl3gRu-TMRox9u-QBhYXIwOgcSGXucAbhs6cQe88OSx8vxtRjJsIhwxRkH3Blfp0WmgxdRG40IWZWj0LTBXkLho/s320/Camera+Effects_37.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>~ My final product of coloured Winnie the Pooh ~</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, how many marks would you grade me ?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">10/10 ? Hehe...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyway this makes my Lonely Sunday turns to be Wonderful Sunday.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Thanks to Buncho Oil Pastels / Crayon </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCt4eKVfGZDrp6gBBDWVG_bpxL6iM8OargTLFLAxgYo2KGPvjWwVk-qI_MlVICRzUZZFwMGMr1eXmMsWoNRAtb8Q2STKV9ZZ7XlBmdU6rwz2pxhoqecPT-upz1RFXmgBeBDBBLt9BFwQ/s1600/Camera+Effects_39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCt4eKVfGZDrp6gBBDWVG_bpxL6iM8OargTLFLAxgYo2KGPvjWwVk-qI_MlVICRzUZZFwMGMr1eXmMsWoNRAtb8Q2STKV9ZZ7XlBmdU6rwz2pxhoqecPT-upz1RFXmgBeBDBBLt9BFwQ/s320/Camera+Effects_39.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box. ~Robert Fulghum</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-6925958387863391072011-07-25T02:03:00.001+08:002011-07-25T02:05:32.596+08:00Update<div style="text-align: center;"><b>It's been a long time since my last entry regarding Rooney...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tomorrow will be week 9.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sorry for leaving the blog to be dusty ....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>Life update</b></u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Graduating in less than 2 months time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dilemma on what to do after graduating although I have my own dreams and plan to go for, but if God forbids and there is no blessing from Him, no matter how well I plan for it, in the end it will ruin as well. Perhaps, I should be more confidence on myself. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After all, graduating and whats the path after this is what in my mind all these times. Besides I'm trying to discipline up myself. I got low self determination. I hopes I have a strong discipline character. Do you know Pocohantas? I hopes to be a girl like her. She is strong in character and full of power. So, from now onward I promised myself to have another break through. I hope to be a girl full of discipline and strong in character.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nothing much to write by the moment and it's getting late now... I wish all folks out there have a blessed dreams... To be cont... =D</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-40985097013901402002011-04-21T04:36:00.001+08:002011-04-21T04:39:12.586+08:00Rooney<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qwShTKB9lfuk9ezPZyOFMInag2ip5xlVNDvNfLGa64YlqQHqzkizqZ4Mi0EwgHlBK9kF0EqDA_xzIOi5BDHNm4LfyGkAxKHC_fsj6lIRZE5gBkcQjIwXpz0MILG-ua3yECgdYMvPq7Q/s1600/196787_1708074934727_1023671984_31499724_3432776_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qwShTKB9lfuk9ezPZyOFMInag2ip5xlVNDvNfLGa64YlqQHqzkizqZ4Mi0EwgHlBK9kF0EqDA_xzIOi5BDHNm4LfyGkAxKHC_fsj6lIRZE5gBkcQjIwXpz0MILG-ua3yECgdYMvPq7Q/s320/196787_1708074934727_1023671984_31499724_3432776_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">~ Me a.k.a Rooney~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>White is my colour with a black spot on my back. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>My fur is so fluffy like no other.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>Tail is so bushy, whiskers so long.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>Pointed ears on top of my head.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>I can't wait until I am fed.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>Who am I, What can I be ? I'm a CUTE little bunny; can't you see?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTMrOW5wKw1_1RIXDgM22KTtrC-nxpV9BgVd1IuEJ_jIUKDrGl2cLGG2Z4IVCz1V_HjP1qoY07oK7IopWjnsHRrpPOJOC2olB1_0UFeLCPODHa8IP2qUwnDxwSLlpcdVbrV7ypMTnXqSw/s1600/218559_1741567732026_1023671984_31535318_5696820_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTMrOW5wKw1_1RIXDgM22KTtrC-nxpV9BgVd1IuEJ_jIUKDrGl2cLGG2Z4IVCz1V_HjP1qoY07oK7IopWjnsHRrpPOJOC2olB1_0UFeLCPODHa8IP2qUwnDxwSLlpcdVbrV7ypMTnXqSw/s320/218559_1741567732026_1023671984_31535318_5696820_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">~ Eating pillets, hay grass and alfafa ~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>I have so much energy.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>Hopping from spot to spot and I just can't stop.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>Munching pillets, hay and alfafa.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>I loves those food and grasses which I can't love without them.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>When I was upset or moody, I don't move and my nose just twitch.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>This remind my mommy that I'm an adorable baby who need loves and to be pampered.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ABjY3fBfLoSWw7llcHQHHXvbzKfp64enFnuZDx1jbjPpmHrxYRq0sLg1DmjIXJ60Gsou44zHMbPR4EL8hbGAu06A0MCkMplJ459SQRBRgZkmV8Qzpec6fbzahaxjVCgQLrqlMThsdHc/s1600/196787_1708074854725_1023671984_31499722_732997_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ABjY3fBfLoSWw7llcHQHHXvbzKfp64enFnuZDx1jbjPpmHrxYRq0sLg1DmjIXJ60Gsou44zHMbPR4EL8hbGAu06A0MCkMplJ459SQRBRgZkmV8Qzpec6fbzahaxjVCgQLrqlMThsdHc/s320/196787_1708074854725_1023671984_31499722_732997_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">~ i'm shy ~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>I hops up and down the staircase.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>Looking something to bite 24/7.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>Loves to wanders in the common area where I crunches everything in my path.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>It makes my mommy weep! </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>But mommy said " I still love Rooney!"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>Dear Rooney...</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>19 March 2011, you entered into my life.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>You're my bunny</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>You mean everything to me</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>You're so handsome and macho like the real Rooney</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>with your cute button nose</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>And your big round eyes.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>You're my bunny</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>with a cute black spot on your back.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>I just have to say,</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>I love you so much, Rooney; my bunny.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"> <b>Belle (2011)</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7Eyszi_GiHuVTpuEFmtIQEsmKcswlnET0NE5W8iQMDJ76DXmgPYPSYcCnpF_4ZO0RgYmqcdVeUYCCDo_z_kzqkFtlOSrH74yZ2UOihmueEl0w9bZ8NN8feVTYmNaq3EmFZy7O-NTfbY/s1600/192054_1705523510943_1023671984_31496602_7960195_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7Eyszi_GiHuVTpuEFmtIQEsmKcswlnET0NE5W8iQMDJ76DXmgPYPSYcCnpF_4ZO0RgYmqcdVeUYCCDo_z_kzqkFtlOSrH74yZ2UOihmueEl0w9bZ8NN8feVTYmNaq3EmFZy7O-NTfbY/s320/192054_1705523510943_1023671984_31496602_7960195_o.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: blue;">~ Precious moments with mommy ~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-51068198064004533052011-03-28T01:53:00.000+08:002011-03-28T01:53:56.991+08:00Sky Lantern or Kong Ming Deng<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Uo0dzv_SAgHPtP-x7ZvjvBfqZ4cDEXE2YpCGDbZfjfNMWrNp9Ewgry594UJxFKD33LS350MTJckpEQH_tigPSezXz8ON0jMnnTvGhyphenhyphenz-tnMjwWzbCOa0aZHevepKoYl-HtYMplZqHpc/s1600/Wish+lattern+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Uo0dzv_SAgHPtP-x7ZvjvBfqZ4cDEXE2YpCGDbZfjfNMWrNp9Ewgry594UJxFKD33LS350MTJckpEQH_tigPSezXz8ON0jMnnTvGhyphenhyphenz-tnMjwWzbCOa0aZHevepKoYl-HtYMplZqHpc/s400/Wish+lattern+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A brief history of Sky Lantern or well known as Kong Ming Deng in Chinese. Sky Lanterns date back in hundred years ago, when armies employed them as signalling devices which later adopted by common folk, who used them to convey their wishes to heaven. Sky Lantern are thought to guide your ancestral spirits back to you, bringing with them, their wisdom and guidance.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In Thai, locals believes launching Khoom Loy (Kong Ming Deng) into sky would rid them of all their troubles. The Asian nowadays believe that as the Sky Lantern rise, it takes aways their troubles and brings your wish comes true as well as brings good luck in future.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The first time I saw Kong Ming Deng during my 1st date walk behind my hostel with boyfie. I was surprised with something red and looks like hot balloon floating in the sky. Boyfie told me wishes that written on the Kong Ming Deng will comes true. Since then, whenever I saw Kong Ming Deng, I told boyfie I wish to have one of it. Boyfie tried his very best to get it on my bday but failed due to out of stock. I don't blame him for that because he really did tried to search it from new town to old town ( those in Kampar, you know what I mean). So, I'm kind of giving up to get it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But things, doesn't make a full stop there. Boyfie surprised me with a Kong Ming Deng today. Big thanks to boyfie who brings it all the way from Penang. I was like "........................" so so so happy and touch. He is the one who always surprised me for getting me whatever I wanted as long as he could. *tears rolling*</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are wishes written on my Kong Ming Deng....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpnNuTQtnTTYoD2sz0TL0ROffVHKtJKk_V6fI6ruHWHdBnFFRPiE5TxhnYll8Np1zMy4fHcN9PljfK6KSgJ1VKq30L08iiesqadQCombEe3AafZqlADUOmXfW7LozTmLXJPAUbZvmNt2E/s1600/27032011168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpnNuTQtnTTYoD2sz0TL0ROffVHKtJKk_V6fI6ruHWHdBnFFRPiE5TxhnYll8Np1zMy4fHcN9PljfK6KSgJ1VKq30L08iiesqadQCombEe3AafZqlADUOmXfW7LozTmLXJPAUbZvmNt2E/s400/27032011168.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGgask0IQ0f_hKzdo1eTk1K7YCbHBlLRCIdigqD24l2tm-0C5P1RKVJCrHQPRu9jlbI0O-CYK8LSEPAr_j0IQGHZaC7qU6QDDVlkKp7uzznIPH9OoCzHaVv7R-fGWBUpHMU6_iwR0Nws/s1600/27032011166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGgask0IQ0f_hKzdo1eTk1K7YCbHBlLRCIdigqD24l2tm-0C5P1RKVJCrHQPRu9jlbI0O-CYK8LSEPAr_j0IQGHZaC7qU6QDDVlkKp7uzznIPH9OoCzHaVv7R-fGWBUpHMU6_iwR0Nws/s400/27032011166.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I really hope each of the wish written here will comes true</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">And the last, my Kong Ming Deng fly up to sky. Beyond my estimation just as all worries and problems floating away. And I hope all my wishes come true.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKuEU3T_YTojatKx2imWisf7gCFR4aUBnxDT407XqL6tZk_azeFiezzMgn9IYCeuoV1YUh9RooxhBDvj2bV5CZR9hl22fvTYr-6WinJPUyR_xUb7ctRJ4o0RL9jY5GxBqRwLJ48gY400/s1600/27032011169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKuEU3T_YTojatKx2imWisf7gCFR4aUBnxDT407XqL6tZk_azeFiezzMgn9IYCeuoV1YUh9RooxhBDvj2bV5CZR9hl22fvTYr-6WinJPUyR_xUb7ctRJ4o0RL9jY5GxBqRwLJ48gY400/s400/27032011169.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-49643744900866146902011-03-08T02:40:00.000+08:002011-03-08T02:40:50.083+08:00Bittersweet of Thesis<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>well, thesis is over! It's finished! Breaking away. A thesis on "Factors Caused The Rise Of Household Debt In Malaysia And Ways To Overcome"</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAljYtnyxn715szopX5RhepkFSzXz9wzbXe7-vkAxysV8r54_zajyQ3g4PyAr-e7VnqZ-G6fe6S6Bm1n0fkjVZMs4Ux0NcFUIpUtIpRVzpWrztCr2M5-DanP6k6nlQ8C2jCRCzPTAK0k/s1600/189724_10150108029263956_557458955_6073954_7392154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAljYtnyxn715szopX5RhepkFSzXz9wzbXe7-vkAxysV8r54_zajyQ3g4PyAr-e7VnqZ-G6fe6S6Bm1n0fkjVZMs4Ux0NcFUIpUtIpRVzpWrztCr2M5-DanP6k6nlQ8C2jCRCzPTAK0k/s400/189724_10150108029263956_557458955_6073954_7392154_n.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Did You See My Name Printed On It ?</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>No doubt, thesis indeed a great challenge for undergraduates. A thesis is stressful and very hard. Most often, my group members and I don't even have the slightest clue on how we are going to actually finish writing it. Sick as it may sound, every paragraph seems to take forever to finish it. In between, perhaps there are sweet, sour and even bitter things happened. However it brings the tide and bond of friendship even stronger. Special thanks, to all the groups members for their hard works and commitments. I'm glad and lucky to have all of you as my groups members. If there is a second chance, I will wants you all as my teammates. </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Last but not least, I would like to express my gratitude to my supervisor Mr. CTP for all his guidance, assistance and advices all these while. Mum and my god brother for their moral supports and understanding throughout the process. Friends and boyf for sticking by me through the whole process. </i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Four years of university life is coming to a close very soon. Honestly, I can't believe how fast the moments sneaks up on you, after so many years of dreaming about it. I never expected to get nostalgic at this point. And now that it is what actually happening. T.T .....</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>To the group members; thanks for being so corporative and contribute your best in making this research project a success</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>To our supervisor, thanks for your guidance and advices throughout this research.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>To my families and friends, thanks for your unconditional loves and supports.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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But it doesn’t seem enough.<br />
Words don’t seem sufficient--<br />
"Blah, blah" and all that stuff.</span></i></center><br />
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About your generous act.<br />
I really appreciate you;<br />
You’re special, and that’s a fact!</span></i></center><br />
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</i></span></div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-35203081334881968952011-03-07T02:49:00.000+08:002011-03-07T02:49:52.111+08:00Nostalgia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Kozvl_rPCyyJCrQW5k_JcAweRU34609vVT231eaAs0h6nitpvPhA4j-Vt3EpB8fAaLzt1DFlZQINpcsQScduNiJivZOu0AatmtglqtSpNt45AUBkYPw-Lzavwb5Rb32Qv7LCYmBsd_E/s1600/old+and+new.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Kozvl_rPCyyJCrQW5k_JcAweRU34609vVT231eaAs0h6nitpvPhA4j-Vt3EpB8fAaLzt1DFlZQINpcsQScduNiJivZOu0AatmtglqtSpNt45AUBkYPw-Lzavwb5Rb32Qv7LCYmBsd_E/s400/old+and+new.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: navy; font-family: Verdana, arial, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">Old things are more beautiful<br />
than many things brand new<br />
Because they bring fond memories<br />
of things we used to do<br />
<br />
Old photographs in albums,<br />
love letters tied with lace,<br />
Recapture those old feelings<br />
that new ones can't replace<br />
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Baby shoes, a teddy bear,<br />
a ring that grandma wore,<br />
Are treasures waiting there<br />
behind a door marked "Nevermore"<br />
<br />
Old things are more beautiful,<br />
more precious day by day<br />
Because they are the flowers<br />
we planted yesterday</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-25844414038569639572011-02-25T18:03:00.000+08:002011-02-25T18:03:29.101+08:00Birthday<div style="text-align: center;">As a friend has twice pointed out that my blog has been a little neglected lately</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Phewwww" all the dust away..... The main and one reason is the "I'm busy!" excuse... Thesis really has been keeping me busy....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJH-AW7MpvEYTOblIyU5G3YfohZgVZNpW0DqfOrFHuliMqO-hNC35i1-hwK1zkrILHq8mloFwHkjYopaNDYHkGHkOsBIBw9yqR6q61tNVy_zvJ3N9c_FYo5g_mtbp__hC0CUS32B33F30/s1600/happy-birthday-wishes-glowing-candles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJH-AW7MpvEYTOblIyU5G3YfohZgVZNpW0DqfOrFHuliMqO-hNC35i1-hwK1zkrILHq8mloFwHkjYopaNDYHkGHkOsBIBw9yqR6q61tNVy_zvJ3N9c_FYo5g_mtbp__hC0CUS32B33F30/s320/happy-birthday-wishes-glowing-candles.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, belated 23 birthday to myself.....</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is it just me or have all 20-something-year-old's know that we have fallen into a state of constantly thinking we are too old for anything fun. However, the truth is, though, Im not too old for anything. You are not too old for anything as well. We should not be held by those numbers,ok !!! Random.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My whole life, my birthday always fell at time of the year when everyone was busy. When I was still n school, mid-February was chinese new year holidays and celebrating Chinese New Year. When I started my days in collage February was semester break duration or Chinese New Year celebration. My birthdays never get rid from holidays, chinese new year, exams ...... Because of this and that and so many other things, not a lot of people remember my birthday. The worst one was when I was in high school nobody at school remembered my birthday at all .... FAIL ! However, that doesn't happen anymore though, thanks to Facebook that remind you and other birthday every year. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But here is a little belated birthday post for you regarding my birthday this year....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>16 February</u> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Momma called wishing me "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" in order to get rid of busy line of my phone later.... =P</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>16 February 11.30pm</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">CRAZY GENG SURPRISE......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pvFDiC_nRYYDHYDhpXLw_kbgvMM_HTelDSANVDzStjjk-LSZPQwKrcWMgcHO0e8NS58DfKzQZv9CwidtrlONHsMOJlHMBsB944MgutqlN_J8O7zOXWGj8TQKrp8nWoN2cT3XupjRRoE/s1600/183187_10150096321783956_557458955_5955577_2574002_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pvFDiC_nRYYDHYDhpXLw_kbgvMM_HTelDSANVDzStjjk-LSZPQwKrcWMgcHO0e8NS58DfKzQZv9CwidtrlONHsMOJlHMBsB944MgutqlN_J8O7zOXWGj8TQKrp8nWoN2cT3XupjRRoE/s320/183187_10150096321783956_557458955_5955577_2574002_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">"Thanks You very much..."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>17 February 12 something am:</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Few boxes of small cute present from boyf ^^ and he wished me too</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>17 February evening</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cooked mee sua for friends. Surprised by boyf again with 6 slices of SR's cakes. Drinking season with the buddies. Almost forget... I got cash from my twiny Yucca, best girl Jin, abang Ezra for my CR's handbag. TQ very much.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>19 February</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Due to VIVA presentation, boyf officially celebrates my birthday two days later. Being surprised by fireworks this time... TQ, Khang Teck!!! Loves you heaps. You really made my 23rd a memorable one.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This will be the link for the video of fireworks.... ^^</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150093736422903&subj=726497902">http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150093736422903&subj=726497902</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">LASTLY,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Yehey! I was so lucky to have all the friends celebrating for me. Not forgetting all the wishes I got through SMSes, phone calls as well as FB.. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You all made my </div><div style="text-align: center;">23rd </div><div style="text-align: center;">A BLESSED ONE</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-30341081577077004112011-01-23T15:36:00.000+08:002011-01-23T15:39:45.265+08:00笑着回家<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlOm0MDClmDt8z71BITypC5h1flmJKWTA1bKAd33p4MwLQevLXzp09yMgMZsYsezPfkDk60gQ1oGcfWGoUu5iy_4uTjOoelz0nx-AnGdQJeDwLbZP4ixZ_CmuApheOa8PI_5NAi8WOH4/s1600/homecoming+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlOm0MDClmDt8z71BITypC5h1flmJKWTA1bKAd33p4MwLQevLXzp09yMgMZsYsezPfkDk60gQ1oGcfWGoUu5iy_4uTjOoelz0nx-AnGdQJeDwLbZP4ixZ_CmuApheOa8PI_5NAi8WOH4/s1600/homecoming+1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I watched this two days ago.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For those who had watched this.... did u remember....</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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<div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"Do you know, a famous French chef taught me how to slice food???</i></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Charles de Gaulle!!!!" </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCQVk7d_8XpJk4osS19YVNv0Ayc-Ia_Udf94OtCTxeIQJ6wZFvIUkYQ_HQAJo_n-jo9-Y-dMqqr_r0nHQ_QXuIWAfjus-5I9xhwpQk5gfVQEkizlJ-SE7i23zv-yhqc9Ycv7W-eBt318/s1600/Slide2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCQVk7d_8XpJk4osS19YVNv0Ayc-Ia_Udf94OtCTxeIQJ6wZFvIUkYQ_HQAJo_n-jo9-Y-dMqqr_r0nHQ_QXuIWAfjus-5I9xhwpQk5gfVQEkizlJ-SE7i23zv-yhqc9Ycv7W-eBt318/s320/Slide2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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</i></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: blue; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hahaha.... </span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: blue; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Homecoming indeed a nice movie. From the word "Homecoming" it represents something meaningful. This movie is all about family and means of going home going home for reunion dinner. On one hand you may feel funny because there are many funny scenes in the movie which makes you laugh nonstop. However, this movie eventually aimed on capturing the essence of warmth and the sense of tradition for people celebrating the idea of coming together once in a year for reunion dinner. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PMbf6-rE7e0n1PXWgQzQDLxqxNPrN30hciJf0lgnR6B4khSXG-Q8RAb375gMUAQImLojXUcXC0xWBXOjI3ceoRVS-ij7g45xn8EiIck6JKx493aCci3RGb20jLQYHfg0D-DO5Gtmd0o/s1600/homecoming05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PMbf6-rE7e0n1PXWgQzQDLxqxNPrN30hciJf0lgnR6B4khSXG-Q8RAb375gMUAQImLojXUcXC0xWBXOjI3ceoRVS-ij7g45xn8EiIck6JKx493aCci3RGb20jLQYHfg0D-DO5Gtmd0o/s400/homecoming05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: blue; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: blue; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As a girl who been brought up in a "not so emphasis of Chinese culture family" as well as small family of three, this movie indeed made my tears rolling down. This movie indeed brings us into a touching moments when how everyone tried their best of going back home during Chinese New Year Eve for reunion dinner as well as how people changed and realized what is the significance behind all these. </span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Lastly, the characters and their families in the stories, come from a diverse range of generations, races and social background. "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">ONE MALAYSIA</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">" This movie brought in the combination of Malaysia and Singapore stars such as 李国煌 Mark Lee, 梁志强 Jack Neo, 阿牛 A Niu, Afdlin Shauki, 郑秀珍 Jacelyn Tay, 黄文鸿 Huang Wenhong, 林惠玲 Rebecca Lim, 高艺 Koe Yeet. </span></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
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</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-9001755088631519392011-01-22T16:50:00.000+08:002011-01-22T16:53:26.510+08:0022 January 2011<div style="text-align: justify;">22nd days of 2011.... We had passed 21 days of 2011... </div><div style="text-align: justify;">So far, hows your 2011 ???</div><div style="text-align: justify;">How is everybody going on so far?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well to be honest, I don't have really much things to talked now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My life so far so good. In the moments of rushing for submission of my final year thesis. Yeah, nothing so interesting by the moment... </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, 2011... I tried something new for the very first time... POOL..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RbW93cevbUX2FZvHs2JsVY3JnGlg-ntBC99ip7UQGg99t_Py55NUNNR1G5wb8lD_Js5tN7NUoSBIpz4zHO3NaXH9QQY7NmEubR8-cXDWyEtB8v4nZLOTCuUnuIHhfWqlaDma-y6XF_A/s1600/pool.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RbW93cevbUX2FZvHs2JsVY3JnGlg-ntBC99ip7UQGg99t_Py55NUNNR1G5wb8lD_Js5tN7NUoSBIpz4zHO3NaXH9QQY7NmEubR8-cXDWyEtB8v4nZLOTCuUnuIHhfWqlaDma-y6XF_A/s320/pool.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Boyf is good in it, so as my sista (Yucca) liked it, so I tried it. Well I had great time playing pool with them XOXO.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next topic to talk about would be.... I GOT SO MANY THINGS TO BUY LATELY...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. My phone in a situation that it going to die very soon. Almost 3 years k770i ... it's time to change a new one....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8JpCkKN0KWrsrj_NGzljhZoknwc3zAWED-ADLB3-Wh-EuAnSny8FBD0Ve6y1rIjx9wpuLuqcBYbxcvaZanKk72Debt9LuU4cU6fzlMOBRXl1DqbPkLBHhLF2-Iftu4jpH_Y7yekAVTg/s1600/nokia+x5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8JpCkKN0KWrsrj_NGzljhZoknwc3zAWED-ADLB3-Wh-EuAnSny8FBD0Ve6y1rIjx9wpuLuqcBYbxcvaZanKk72Debt9LuU4cU6fzlMOBRXl1DqbPkLBHhLF2-Iftu4jpH_Y7yekAVTg/s320/nokia+x5.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love this phone to max !!!! hehehe..... I love the qwerty key pad... anyway, it is just so cute !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Carlo Rino Handbag. Argh... I fall in love on the first sight on this bag when I went to Genting the other days. I saw it again when I'm in LCCT- Airport... Yoh ! I love it so much until the boyf get jealous when he compared himself with the bag... =p * so, you know how much I love it * </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfJvXX-vfvxzryfcmBoBdZ7Yxx_rPFNBfLHLTNjTePcKDIulFxtZjDEvsvLpicyD3zRVyxEAtEUPCI0ZkYbOf70jNk7rb2B5xtqAovP6LBkr7wg5noO4nkLPWAjdJW5J9k4yVlSniWzA/s1600/Carlo+RIno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfJvXX-vfvxzryfcmBoBdZ7Yxx_rPFNBfLHLTNjTePcKDIulFxtZjDEvsvLpicyD3zRVyxEAtEUPCI0ZkYbOf70jNk7rb2B5xtqAovP6LBkr7wg5noO4nkLPWAjdJW5J9k4yVlSniWzA/s1600/Carlo+RIno.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To girls readers... Does your hands and heart goes itchy as me ???? =P This bag is really seducing right? Love it... It cost for RM 300 ++ ... Oh well, mum said she gotta sponsored me for RM 100 for my birthday present this year. the other RM260, I'm still waiting for good Samaritans to donates me or in the end I dig my own pocket money and bought it for my own 23rd birthday. In the end, I will still "no matter what", I will get this... =p</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">* well don't blame me for I wanted I these. Caused that is the nature of girl. Loves shopping, love buying things... *</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh yea. I think I should make a full stop here. Sorry, for a pretty bored updates. I will find something better to be talk next time. Till then, I looking forwards for my chinese new year holiday next week and going back home. Most of all.... "THE<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> ANGPAO </span>" =P that's what those unmarried and kids are looking forward too...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-31953828405506995872011-01-04T16:57:00.000+08:002011-01-04T16:57:19.956+08:002011 Resolutions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FhdIXdcT0LcRqdlcjGgfYJElMVqC2-VqoQAoO_SsyZWjFsqfKjyfppJA9TIXlKlm8A8Byyydz1JL5vFjAuFMw8v2we1bvV8nF370vSwCldJhQL1T4WicKm1afMLpkinhmBKUJVTbbhg/s1600/2011+wishlist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FhdIXdcT0LcRqdlcjGgfYJElMVqC2-VqoQAoO_SsyZWjFsqfKjyfppJA9TIXlKlm8A8Byyydz1JL5vFjAuFMw8v2we1bvV8nF370vSwCldJhQL1T4WicKm1afMLpkinhmBKUJVTbbhg/s320/2011+wishlist.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>As I promised *although its a bit late than what I scheduled* I list out all my resolutions in 2011 so that I could see my own achievement ...<br />
2011 a year full with 1 or equivalents with rabbit year in Chinese calender. *shows my bunny teeth* hahaha...<br />
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1. Spiritual life. For the past one year, I been backslide for almost a year. May in this new year it may recover my enjoyment on Him, to live an to walk with Him. I hope I could finish recovery version Bible another time this year. Lord, thanks for You are the good shepherd. I shall lack of nothing. As yea, I hope I will at least join Lord's Table Meeting every Lord's day. Lord, I renew my consecration to You. Keep my heart to be pure towards You this whole year.<br />
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2. Family. Mum who had been worked hard all these while to support the family. I will give her the best life once I graduated. This is always my vow. I hope God will grant her a healthy health. As Sing Onn, I know this dream is ridiculous but I still wish that miracle happens on you. It's been 13 years I'm with the same dream but I will never give up on my prayer with you. May God keeps you strong!<br />
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3. Love life. Seriously, I found him. And yea, I hope this relationship would against all odds. I will try to commit my best to him and this relationship. As I've been claiming, I will give my best to someone I love and the one who loves me.<br />
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4. Study. I hope the examination result would turn better this year. As well as graduating my Degree as soon as possible. One of my dream since young was continue study in UK once in my whole life. This dream seems so near now. I hope I could do my Master by the end of this year in UK. God, you always know what I want. 2011 is a year for that !<br />
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5. Savings. When it comes to savings, I almost failed every year. I hope that this year I will have a better spending habits and spent wisely. In this way, I am assured that I get to save something for the future. Finger crossed, :)<br />
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6. Travel. I always want to spend more time in travelling. This year I hope to I can travel to KK, Singapore and Bangkok. I hope I can go wherever I want.<br />
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7. DSLR. "A photo told us millions of stories". I hope I can get a new good camera and perphaps DSLR will do. Hahaha! But yeah, I need this one. I will try my best to save money specifically for this one so I can buy it as soon as I do.<br />
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8. Daily life. I hope my daily life will be a smooth swinging life although I know in between there would be some circumstances or problems will encounter. But I hope I'm strong enough to overcome all these. Stop be a procrastinator and finish my daily task on time that been set and most of all keeps the room clean throughout the year.... =P<br />
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9. Friends. I hope to meet more friends and the old friends may stays... I'm grateful that all these time I meet a bunch of good friends; my ji mui in diploma, my CRAZY sisters in degree, my o0o geng (ask Yucca), and many others more in my life. I hope those kinds of people will be added up this year. ^^ I appreciate every friendship in my life especially those I met in UTAR. You all gives me credits !<br />
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That's it ! So far I got nine. Whew ! Till then I still want to wish everyone Happy New Year although today is 4th January 2011.... =)<br />
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</div>ibelle wonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053778865753151247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677064115592690948.post-11321445902385215112010-12-31T13:58:00.000+08:002011-01-04T15:18:11.816+08:00Bye 2010...<div style="text-align: justify;">Exactly the last day of 2010.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm going to make my resolutions to welcomes 2011. The lists still in pending .... will come out with it soon... By the end of the year I'm going to have the check list again what I done in 2010. By the way, Wish me all the best in 2011...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">HAPPY NEW YEAR EVE TO ALL....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I saw a nice quote just now.... Just a nice one...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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