<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:34:45.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DreamerCorner</title><subtitle type='html'>MY VERY OWN HAVEN!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-115509469773163311</id><published>2006-08-08T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T03:44:57.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm back after so many weeks of gone missing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of things happened while I was gone. It seemed like every single day, changes took place in our lives, be it the visible ones, big or small but nevertheless CHANGES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I quit my job at the bank about 2 months back. It was a shockingly, drastic decision, but I always knew I had to go out of the place. Life was hard initially. No money, no jobs, no nothing...Bills needed to pay...every single things needs attention. I got frustrasted at every single thing, was so demoralized most times. I just feel like hell, simply put!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the midst of it, I was busy looking for a job. It came across my mind to throw everything out of my mind and just go with my heart desire...which was at that time was to sit at home and sleeeeeeeepppppp and not think! But the irony of it was, it cannot help solve my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent out resumes, interviews here and there, but was never shortlisted! This time round it wasn't frustration what I felt, it was DESPERATION! The more resumes I sent out, and never got shortlisted, the more dejected I felt. At one point, I just felt so useless. I mean, lets face it, I can't even land a decent job?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I worked temporarily at a local pharmacy outlet. The job sucks, the pay sucks, the people sucks! I can't talk and mingle with co-workers, I had to pay the shortage of cash after I finished doing my cashering, no fixed lunch or dinner time, worked extra 3 hours without getting paid almost every day for the sake of replenishing the stocks at the place! Then the people I worked with...they commented to me, "You live in your own world!" and most times, I didn't feel the mood to talk, so I kept quiet most time and got asked, rather rudely, "Can you talk or not?" from the boss...*sigh*. Life was simply p.a.t.h.e.t.i.c.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But deep down I knew I cannot give up! So I tried every single job ads I could get my hands on and...well as some of you know, I didn't expect to get this new job at all. But I AM GLAD! And thankful to God for every single blessings He'd given me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last 2 months have taught me so many things about life, and when I sit back and think now, I'm glad these things happened because if it didn't happen, I wouldn't know how strong I can be and how far I can go just to keep alive!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-115509469773163311?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115509469773163311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=115509469773163311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/115509469773163311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/115509469773163311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back-after-so-many-weeks-of-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-115002386082415872</id><published>2006-06-11T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:42:54.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd been feeling like crap lately. I had been such a bitch, and sometimes it just scared the hell out of me that I become such a bitch! Because I am not so bad, just that stress was finally taking its toll on me...Thank God, I have a punching bag...so he was the one who got hammered by me everyday. What will I do without him! I have other friends whom call and talk and JMF and blogs to read...so that take off my mind of 'certain' things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just read my email from one of my very nice ex-colleague. He's a very charming guy, single LOL...since I left like a 'flash' from that darn place, I couldn't say my bye-bye to anyone. So I sent out my emails to some of them, including 'O'. He replied after 2 weeks and what he said makes me feel better. I quote "Don't mind you be my boss. You are funny and bright!" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after feeling so demoralized for the last 2 weeks or so, I somehow realized that hey, I am funny and I'm also bright, so what's keeping me away from being so happy and cheerful? The stress was keeping me unhappy...and I want to try to put a smile on my face everyday from today onwards. It's just that I feel like I haven't laughed so freely the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there was someone who said I should smile and be happy. After all, the whole debacle was done and over with...but heck, he got slammed for being nice! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day, my ex colleague called and said that the darn boss actually asked her about me...Such hypocrite!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-115002386082415872?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115002386082415872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=115002386082415872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/115002386082415872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/115002386082415872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/id-been-feeling-like-crap-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114968227399925314</id><published>2006-06-07T05:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:46:13.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Folks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This blog will be OUT for the time being, since I am currently "OUT" in everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll come back to update it once 'something' happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wish you all the best and I know I am going to miss you all [you know who you are ;) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114968227399925314?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114968227399925314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114968227399925314&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114968227399925314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114968227399925314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/folks-this-blog-will-be-ou_114968227399925314.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114968233369227952</id><published>2006-06-07T05:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T05:12:17.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Folks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This blog will be OUT for the time being, since I am currently "OUT" in everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll come back to update it once 'something' happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wish you all the best and I know I am going to miss you all [you know who you are ;) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114968233369227952?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114968233369227952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114968233369227952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114968233369227952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114968233369227952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/folks-this-blog-will-be-out-for-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114968224595425336</id><published>2006-06-07T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T05:12:05.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Folks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This blog will be OUT for the time being, since I am currently "OUT" in everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll come back to update it once 'something' happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wish you all the best and I know I am going to miss you all [you know who you are ;) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114968224595425336?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114968224595425336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114968224595425336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114968224595425336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114968224595425336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/folks-this-blog-will-be-ou_114968224595425336.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114968221602689716</id><published>2006-06-07T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T05:10:16.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Folks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This blog will be OUT for the time being, since I am currently "OUT" in everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll come back to update it once 'something' happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wish you all the best and I know I am going to miss you all [you know who you are ;) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114968221602689716?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114968221602689716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114968221602689716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114968221602689716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114968221602689716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/folks-this-blog-will-be-out-for-time_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114654477936975204</id><published>2006-05-01T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T11:23:53.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/TimetoRun200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/320/TimetoRun200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my devoted readers ;), I know I haven't been back in weeks to update my blog. I don't have to tell you my reason on why I had been MIA from here and everywhere else. You know why I haven't been around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I rented out 3 books and one of it is Marliss Melton's &lt;strong&gt;Time To Run. &lt;/strong&gt;It is one of the series for her Navy SEAL team. For those of you who know me well enough, you know I am crazy about Navy SEAL! I am half-way through reading it and e.n.j.o.y it well enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...SEAL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the excerpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Time_to_Run"&gt;Time to Run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2006&lt;br /&gt;ONE CHANCE&lt;br /&gt;Sara Garret thought the military lawyer she married would be the perfect husband and father.  But he has become her worst nightmare.  Now one vicious act has driven Sara to take her ten-year-old son and flee.  Yet the only thing more frightening than running away...is trusting a stranger to help her.&lt;br /&gt;ONE SHOT&lt;br /&gt;Chase McCaffrey is a damn good sniper, and an even better SEAL—but  he’s no knight in shining armor.  His impulse to help Sara is as puzzling as the subtle way she steals into his heart, resurrecting emotions he thought he didn't have. Concealing mother and son at his remote, Oklahoma ranch, Chase dares to hope the past will never find them. Yet there are sinister forces afoot, threatening to expose them. And a calculating husband tracks them down, if only to prove that Sara is his, forever--even in death.&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO RUN  Danger is right behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Courtesy of Marliss Melton books.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.marlissmelton.com"&gt;http://www.marlissmelton.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope to be back soon enough. Take care people. I miss you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114654477936975204?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114654477936975204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114654477936975204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114654477936975204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114654477936975204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-my-devoted-readers-i-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114567885296472947</id><published>2006-04-21T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T09:51:29.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am at this new office! This place out of no-where! *sigh* but at least there are some consolation. I am not longer sitting with the boss, I am surrounded with 3 Filippino guys LOL. My workstation is just in front of the door--which I like because at least I can see who is coming in and out of the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And what do you know, one of my colleague came over to my place and take a look. Then he asked me whether I want to join him to buy a 4D (lottery) LOL with my new cubicle no. 13! LOL.I say, 'why not!'...LOL. It's just for fun! So we settled with 1013 for the bet! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell I need $$$ people!!! LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate changes, but I am hoping this change would be better for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114567885296472947?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114567885296472947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114567885296472947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114567885296472947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114567885296472947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-at-this-new-office-this-place-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114483345405920865</id><published>2006-04-12T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:04:04.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dahil, sayo gusto kong mabu hai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, please, please tell me the true meaning! Don't lie to me, okay! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Sam and I don't trust him one tiny bit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and he is getting angry at me for not trusting him! *roll eyes*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114483345405920865?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114483345405920865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114483345405920865&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114483345405920865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114483345405920865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-does-this-mean-dahil-sayo-gusto.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114474705867272042</id><published>2006-04-11T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:41:32.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had been such a B*t*h lately! Well, blame it on the PMS! I had been feeling so tired, so relentless, and had this supressed anger inside me!!! *clenching jaw*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish I can just SCREAM, CURSE, BEAT SOMEONE or SOMETHING! But I know it won't help a bit, so I will take the next course--which is keep quiet, take a deep breath and calm myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please don't ask me why I am feeling like this. It's just those times when I have to 'change'. I am having an inner-battle with myself! Don't worry, I will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***okay***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So back to the purpose of writing this blog. While soul-searching, I came across this quote which I find truly inspiring, and beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch your thoughts, they become words. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch your words, they become actions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch your actions, they become habits. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch your habits, they become character. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch your character, they become destiny. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*source:&lt;a href="http://www.talkislam.com/iquotes/"&gt;http://www.talkislam.com/iquotes/&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For my muslims friends, if you need a lift, go to the webpage. It's inspiring! And of course for the rest, you are welcome to read some of the quotes there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This friend of mine, Rashidah, whom I love so much. I was B*t*hing to her about something, and she replied me with this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every experience a person goes through changes a person somewhat so we have to learn to move on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;We can reminisce the past but we mustn't keep looking back else we may miss out on future opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;Be confident that you're good for something but strive to perfect yourself for something better.&lt;br /&gt;Growth is continuous but life is not forever so we should grow ourselves through life and into the ever after.&lt;br /&gt;Being thankful for everything (good or bad) is a duty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I couldn't agree with her less! :) Hope you will enjoy the quotes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As for me, I need a good sleep tonight to get rid of every single (-)tive atom in my body!!!! *sighing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114474705867272042?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114474705867272042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114474705867272042&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114474705867272042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114474705867272042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-had-been-such-bth-lately-well-blame.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114472156226428141</id><published>2006-04-10T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:12:42.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/N_W_O.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/320/N_W_O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rented out this dvd last weekend, No Way Out. It starred Kevin Costner, Gene Hackman, Sean Young. A good thriller movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure whether I had mentioned this before, but I like thriller, mysteries, war-related movies--action-packed! LOL. But please don't ask me to read this type story for a book though! LOL. I might ended up sleeping in my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this movie, what attracted me to rent it out was because of Kevin Costner. How many of you like him? I actually like him. I like his blue eyes... I like Bruce Willis too especially in Tears of the Sun . (You can tell I like older men! LOL). Anyway, No Way Out is about this guy, Tom Farrell (Costner) who were serving as US Navy officer, met Susan Atwell (Young). They fell in love and this girl is a mistress to a Secretary of Defence, Gene Hackman...and she was murdered by him and Farrell was wrongly accused of her murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seems to like men who are wrongly accused, didn't I? LOL. So of course the plot intrigued me...and how Farrell tried to clear himself from the accusation. It really sucks to be wrongly accused and somehow I think that's probably how Zack feel! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, their sex scene at the back of the limo was sizzling hot!!!!!!!!!!! ROTFLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114472156226428141?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114472156226428141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114472156226428141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114472156226428141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114472156226428141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-way-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114439712206400736</id><published>2006-04-07T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:05:24.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THIS IS HILARIOUS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I subscribed to Merriam-Webster for their daily new words and meaning. Today I came across this very fascinating word--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benedict.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You all must say what's so hilarious about this word, but for those of you who *knows* me 'very well', you all will get what I mean by 'hilarious'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Word of the Day for April 07 is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/cgi-bin/audio.pl?benedi01.wav=benedict" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;benedict \BEN-uh-dikt\ noun&lt;br /&gt;: a newly married man who has long been a bachelor&lt;br /&gt;Example sentence: Tabloid reporters never tire of asking celebrity benedicts what they think of married life.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know? "Benedick" is the chief male character in Shakespeare's play Much Ado About Nothing. Throughout the play, both Benedick and his female counterpart Beatrice exchange barbed comments and profess to detest the very idea of marriage, but the story eventually culminates in their marriage to each other. As a result, Benedick's name came to be applied to men who marry later in life. The spelling was changed to "benedict," possibly by association with a use of "benedict" meaning "bachelor" (although the evidence for this use is scant). Some early 20th-century usage commentators regarded the respelling as incorrect with regards to the etymology, but "benedict" has become the established spelling nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;*Indicates the sense illustrated in the example sentence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was seriously cracking up reading the explaination! LOL. Do you think Zack fits the description above? And was 35 such an old age for him to get married? LOL. Julie doesn't think so, and neither do I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114439712206400736?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114439712206400736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114439712206400736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114439712206400736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114439712206400736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-hilarious-i-subscribed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114437837900826688</id><published>2006-04-06T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:58:31.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHO IS IN FOR A RIDE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/nissan_murano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/320/nissan_murano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am in a mood to talk about cars today. About a month ago, I went over to a Nissan showroom. My cousin bought a new Lation sedan. She and her husband had some documents to sign for the new car. Since the showroom is situated behind my office building, I had the chance to go there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'd never been to a car's showroom before. Not that I wasn't into cars or don't like cars, but since I took up my driving lessons, I got drawn into them. So there I was at the showroom. They had 5 cars on display that day and you bet, I was in a state of euphoria for a few minutes...that was before...I checked out the new Nissan Murano SUV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the very first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The car was huge. (I say huge because I am a small-sized person) and I felt engulfed by the interior of the car. I love the leather seats, I love the new technology that they installed in the car, I love seeing things through the huge windows and windshield!! Made the other cars looked so small! LOL. That was in the driver's seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I went to the back seats and as much as I love to be the driver, I love to be the passenger too! It was just awesome! I can just imagine myself having a Judith McNaught book in my hands and reading, while &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; drives the car for me! The back seats were spacious and comfortable and a bit luxurious too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I, of course, wants to drive this car when I grow up! LOL. And I was imagining driving you girls around in this car (unless you are not afraid of my reckless driving). I can bet we will have a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I text messaged Fara after looking at the car, and our dear Fara loves the Merc Benz SLK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have so many favorite cars but for now it's Murano. I haven't checked out the Volvo XC90 and BMW X3 yet or Lexus RX300 or the new Ford Escape. Can you all tell I love Sport's Utility Vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I also know what color my car will be--metallic grey (silver).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As much as I love the car, I have to do a reality check. For now, sadly to say, I can only drool these cars from afar and imagine myself driving it. I thank God for my very wild imagination but sometimes it just hurts to know that I am just &lt;em&gt;imagining!&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114437837900826688?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114437837900826688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114437837900826688&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114437837900826688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114437837900826688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-is-in-for-ride-i-am-in-mood-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114429339967849588</id><published>2006-04-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:32:02.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/Hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/200/Hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changes, Changes, Changes.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HUGS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am sending you people my hugs and thoughts. I am getting sentimental these days, am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You all know I am relocating office in two weeks time. I am not quite looking forward to shifting. I'd mentioned before that I'd been at this place for the last seven years and yeah, I can hear people telling me, "It's time for a change!". Well, I agree. But geezzzz...*shaking head*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know...I rather 'change' job than change place. That's why I ask you all how to go rich in 2 days, and apparently, you people can't even come out with a good suggestion for me! Shame on you!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can tell I really dislike my job, can't you? A friend of mine used to say, "You have to fit into the situation, rather than the situation fits you", but for how long? It's hard life to be fitting ourselves into the situation all the time, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I am getting crappy at this very moment, so I'll shut up now before I bore you all to death!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about all of you. I know some of you are having worst situations that I am currently in, and you are all in my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just need a hug...that's all. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114429339967849588?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114429339967849588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114429339967849588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114429339967849588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114429339967849588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/changes-changes-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114423226902334197</id><published>2006-04-05T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:29:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I AM FEELING BLUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is there a way to be rich in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 2 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, people????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Any suggestions are welcome and&lt;strong&gt; I AM SERIOUS&lt;/strong&gt; about this&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114423226902334197?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114423226902334197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114423226902334197&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114423226902334197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114423226902334197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-feeling-blueeeeeeeeeeeeee-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114369844816199284</id><published>2006-03-29T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:12:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/picture_misc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/320/picture_misc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love is a complicated thing. When you are in it, there are times when you feel like getting it out. The more you try to get out of it, the more you get entangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend needs help. He was caught in a situation where he is fond of a girl BUT he is unable to express his feelings for her due to his fear of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P/s: Your opinions needed for the above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nothing is more unjust or capricious than public opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;William Hazlitt, 1778-1830, British Essayist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114369844816199284?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114369844816199284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114369844816199284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114369844816199284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114369844816199284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-is-complicated-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114351066376315640</id><published>2006-03-27T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:16:07.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have anyone of you seen me eaten? Not a good sight, I tell ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had breakfast. Nothing heavy, just a small sardine puff and gosh, I had crumps all over my laps, clothes, and even my hair!! Geeezzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom used to grumble to me and said that I was silly and 'don't know how to eat properly!!". I love to lick the food off my fingers. In malay culture, we eat food with our right hand. We hardly used fork or spoon unless we are eating out or having noodles. So naturally, that is why I like licking my food! LOL. Another bad habit, I have the tendency not to wash my hands before I eat sometimes. Can you imagine how many germs are in my tummy right now? LOL But somehow I always managed to survive them all! And after eating, I won't wash my hands immediately until all the food, gravy got dried up and stick on my hand. Then I not wash but 'scrub' my hand to get rid of the residue! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think old habits die hard! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my hair cut short last evening and now my natural curls are all over my head! Boy, as much as I want to have this 'natural' look upon me, I think I'll have to do some hair-straightening soon! I need a make-over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114351066376315640?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114351066376315640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114351066376315640&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114351066376315640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114351066376315640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/have-anyone-of-you-seen-me-eaten-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114328820439660865</id><published>2006-03-25T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:56:16.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girlies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this site. I hope you'll have a chance to win A DATE WITH FABIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cute and HOT ladies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://brushwithromancesweepstakes.securepromotion.com/main.asp"&gt;https://brushwithromancesweepstakes.securepromotion.com/main.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114328820439660865?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114328820439660865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114328820439660865&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114328820439660865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114328820439660865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/girlies-check-out-this-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114319084183359785</id><published>2006-03-24T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:19:04.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;“Hello” I answered the telephone on the forth ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello?” I repeated again. Still silence on the other line. Exasperated, I said “Who ever you are, you need to improve on your conversation skills. Either that or you’re dumb”. I almost hung up when I heard a soft chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you are not dumb”, I retorted, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a familiar male voice said, “Sara. It has been a long time”. I stood rotted to where I was standing, clutching the receiver tightly. I could feel the blood draining out from me. My head dizzy. Calm down, Sara. Take slow deep breath, I told myself repeatedly. Inhaling and exhaling the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you still there, Sara?” he asked skeptically.&lt;br /&gt;“Sara? Are you alright?” he worriedly asked, hearing the heavy breathing on the other end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;“Hmmm…” I could only mumble as acknowledgement. My mind was still numb for the shock of hearing his achingly, familiar voice. Swallowing hard, I managed to say the words out of my constricted throat. “How did you get my number? I am unlisted”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused for longest time when he finally replied, “Your father gave it to me”. Too shock to ask him where he met my father; I could only gaped open-mouth at his answer. Recovering, I admonished. “Why would my father do such a thing? You’re lying!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Believe it, Sara”.&lt;br /&gt;“But why he does something like this?”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe he thinks you and I can have another chance at being together”, he answered matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In your dreams!” I retorted angrily at him, feeling betrayed by my father’s loyalty and through this man’s confident response that we could have another chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;“Always” he replied softly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, what do you think of this prologue? I am currently writing this story, but I have yet to finish it. I have intention of finishing it up, but I am not sure when it will be completed. You do know how tough it is to write sometimes. Other days, the idea just come pouring, or I can go dry and empty for days. I will try my best to finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I titled it "A Second Chance".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nope, this work of mine not for publishing but just for my reading pleasure and of course to you who is interested to read your friend's humble writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am way, way from being a professional author, but a quick question--Anyone wants to be my editor? :) Oh, and let me know what you think of it okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114319084183359785?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114319084183359785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114319084183359785&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114319084183359785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114319084183359785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-i-answered-telephone-on-forth.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114316803600328770</id><published>2006-03-23T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:17:57.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A NEW BLOG LOOK AND AN INTERESTING SAPPY READ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/JP_Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/320/JP_Book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Firstly, I hope you all like my new blog look. Okay, I know it's not as decorative as the others and it's green. Yep, it's green because I like green and I have this envious streak in me! LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I haven't yet figured out how to edit it and make it nice (to my standard of course) but I will. Soon. I have been saying this over and over again but I never come across to doing it. *sigh*. What can you say? I am a busy-bee and a hardworking worker, so thus no time to do all these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, my purpose of being here is to tell that I am finally reading! Or rather coming back to the old habit of reading! Hurray!!! Well, you must all be wondering what I acted so crazy and you're probably wondering since when did Ro stopped reading. I had stopped reading for a long, long while now. I think it was like 6months, and even though the last book I read was &lt;strong&gt;Every Breath You Take&lt;/strong&gt;, still it was the 'only' book that I wanted to read in a long time and enjoyed it tremendously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since the day I finished EBYT, I stopped. I was having a draught time. Life's changing and evolving around me that sometimes made me dizzy! And one morning, I decided that I need normalcy back in my life. I don't know, I just felt I haven't been 'normal' lately *frowning*.......... Scary isn't it? *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 nights ago, I picked up James Patterson's &lt;strong&gt;Sam's Letters to Jennifer. &lt;/strong&gt;Don't ask me why I need to read tear-jerkers story!! Just 'want' to read it, that's all. My experience with Mr. Patterson previously had been sad but a thorough enjoyable one, nevertheless and I was hoping this one won't be a repeat of the previous one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly....it is starting to feel that way. I just came into the chapter where Jennifer finds out that the man she is in love is suffering from cancer and hadn't much time left...and she had just lost a husband whom she loved dearly a year and a half ago. Her grandmother, Sam, is in a coma at the hospital as about now. How could her life be so sad? How could she go through all these pain and heartache and seriously, how could life be so cruel to her? I don't know whether I can handle such sadness in my life or not. I think I might as well kill myself if I lost 2 dearly loving men!!! This is just so cruel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I almost feel like stamping my foot down at the book!!! I hate sappy, love stories!!! Especially those that can make my mascara melt...not a pretty sight, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also wonder why did Mr. Patterson gave the heroine named "Jennifer". I seriously hope your life not like that one, Jen! LOL. I really pity this Jennifer. As much as I hate continuing reading the story, I will finish it by tonight. Somehow the story has already grabbed me and not let me go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer! How could life be so unfair towards you? *sob* *sob*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: That's for the Jennifer in the book, not our Jen. I know Jen's happy with her life as about now! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114316803600328770?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114316803600328770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114316803600328770&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114316803600328770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114316803600328770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-blog-look-and-interesting-sappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114308265790131494</id><published>2006-03-22T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:45:05.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;currently writing a story, but heck, I am having a blockage in my brain as about now. Have anyone of you have difficulties in writing narrative descriptions? I do actually. When I read some of my other works, I realized I am quite bad at describing things! LOL. God, I am good at describing people--personalities, traits, features (my favorite) but when it comes to describing a place or a settings or a house, I can't describe it clearly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My brain pictured a very nice house, but whenever I wrote it down, it usually ended up being a shack! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know what else to do with this weakness. Maybe I should read more often and learn from the famous authors how they write such beautiful narratives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, I can't be hard on myself after all. I'll find a way how to get by to it. I wish I have some kind of software to learn how to write properly, like Tanya has...but for the time being, I want to learn it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Tanya who wants to be an author, I write just to release some of the 'blues' in my life. For me, it is just a way to relax and have fun and hide. As much as I love Real Life, sometimes RL can have their own shits too! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114308265790131494?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114308265790131494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114308265790131494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114308265790131494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114308265790131494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-currently-writing-story-but-heck.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114299659914698841</id><published>2006-03-21T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:54:55.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Damn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I read T's, Kimmy's, Jen's, Sharie's and Sharon's blogs and I was thinking..."I like their blogs! Very colorful and nicely decorated and mine was the only one which is so 'plain' and 'drape' and 'boring'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wish I know how to change background colors or put nice pictures like you all did. All I ever do is change font color and honestly speaking, our of the tens of colors available, I can only use the standard 'blue, red and black' coz my background is white and it is a 'NO-NO' for light colors! *long sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't have much time to read how to put pictures or change background colors or what-not...Someday, I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you people enjoy reading my blog although it looks very 'gray' to me! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pssttt...who is Eirahs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114299659914698841?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114299659914698841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114299659914698841&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114299659914698841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114299659914698841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn-i-read-ts-kimmys-jens-sharies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114299554692120030</id><published>2006-03-21T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:35:27.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excuse Me, what is your name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Have anyone of you know the meaning behind your name? Or have you ever asked your parents who had named you and why they choose that name for you? Is our name is their choosen name for us, or was it their 2nd or 3rd or 4th choice in their list? Or is it someone else suggested/gave you your name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I am not too sure how many of you like your name or ever wish that it could be something else besides your current name. If you are given a chance to change your name, would you do it? What will it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I will begin with me. Not sure whether you all know my full name (the one that appeared on the birth cert). It is &lt;strong&gt;Rohaya Bte Mohd Khir&lt;/strong&gt;. Let's break it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rohaya&lt;/strong&gt;--my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bte&lt;/strong&gt;--muslim way of saying 'daughter of'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohd Khir&lt;/strong&gt;--my father's name. (Pronounce it as 'ke''er') I think I am not giving you all the true pronouncation anyway! LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When I was young, I used to ask my mom why she choose the name 'Rohaya' for me; and mom replied. "I didn't choose that name for you. Your grandfather did". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Was I shocked? You bet! So I bugged her again. "Really? Why did grandfather choose the name for me. Why not you? What were the names that you wanted to give me? What did father choose for me? And if I was a boy, what would you name me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bless to my beloved mom! I really think she was such a patience mother to me. These are the only few questions that I asked her. If you would listen to me talking to her, you would just shake your head and sighed. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway, she answered me with, "Your grandfather chose the name for you because you were born at Wednesday evening. (Wednesday is Rabu in Malay and it starts with 'R'). He wanted to named you "Rogaya", but grandmother told him that it was a similar name to his mother-in-law (Gayah) and thus he changed the alphabet 'G' to 'H' and become Rohaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So I whined at mom and said that it's just an 'old name'. Only fit for old people who lives in the 30s! LOL. "Why didn't you say anything to grandfather? Should just name me something else". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mom replied, "I wanted to name you Norhana or Nor Akhirah as it is almost the same as your father's name, but your grandfather beat me to it and knowing me as a filial daughter, I didn't say anything to his choice. Your father isn't fussy about names and he accepted whatever name we choose for his baby girl. But he mentioned he wanted to name his son (if I was a boy) Shukor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"I like the names you pick for me better, but I am not complaining though coz 'Rohaya' is a part of me anyway. And I believe it is fated for me to have this name. So do you know what my name means?" I asked mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My mom wasn't too sure about the meaning though so I do some researched on my own. I came across a name which is close to mine, "Ruhgaya" which is one of the name of our Prophet Muhammad's (PBUH) beloved daughter. Still it wasn't entirely my name and I wanted to know the meaning. I saw a break-up of my name "Roha" means 'beautiful', but what about "RohaYA"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Until today I haven't quite get the real meaning of my name. I checked most of the islamic books to find my name but I could only come up with part of "Rohaya" LOL.  But it doesn't quite matter to me nowadays what my name means because I accepted it as ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;If I have children someday, I would love to name them nice names (unlike mine which fits an old granny). I have a couple of names for my baby girl and boy. I remembered mentioning to my ex-bf that if we have a girl, I would like to name her 'Sheridan' (yeah, as in Bromleigh Westmoreland LOL) and called her 'Sherry', but well, he didn't agree with that name coz it sounded so "American" and wanted something more simpler and native. But the discussion of baby names have to wait for a while longer, for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a bit of history of my name there. My family and my friends calls me "Yaya". Some of my wonderful friends calls me "Ro" and I wonder who would call me 'Roha' (since it means beautiful)? Although I prefer 'Ro' or 'Yaya' most times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114299554692120030?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114299554692120030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114299554692120030&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114299554692120030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114299554692120030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/excuse-me-what-is-your-name-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114290816390880917</id><published>2006-03-20T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:04:47.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/GEM001_LOBO_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/200/GEM001_LOBO_1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/index_abba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/200/index_abba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OLDIES SONGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am sure you are familiar with this group, Abba. I am not too sure whether I'd mentioned that I am a fan of 'oldies' songs; you know, those 70s &amp; 80s retro/sentimental hits. I wasn't even born yet when these songs were made popular and the groups were establised, but thankful to new technology and radio and internet, me as a younger generation is able to enjoy the songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today ABBA was at the top of my mind. I was watching their complilation on DVD last night and there are a few songs that I enjoy listening to. My favorite is "Money, Money, Money". I think you all know why I like this song so much....LOL. It is after all....$$$$. Who doesn't like money, anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like "Dancing Queen" too! Whenever I listen to this song, it makes me wanna dance but I can't dance, so I only stick to shaking my 'bon-bon' and head, spinning around and make myself dizzy! LOL. Well, I think I am more the "Dizzying Queen" than dancing! (I really think about taking dancing classes, but I am afraid I will drive the teacher nuts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fernando is also enjoyable. I think there's a couple of others too, but these 3 are my absolute favorites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have friends who told me that I have an 'old soul' just because I like listening to oldies songs! LOL. I don't really care what they say about me!!! There will be no future if there isn't a past. That's what I always tells them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Besides Abba, I like Lobo. I like Chicago, Santa Esmerelda, Bertie Hingis, Agatha Franklin....and some others that I can't remember now. There are a few songs that brings back fond memories to me and these will be the ones that I play over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My best fond memory; listening and singing to Lobo's &lt;strong&gt;I Want You To Want Me.&lt;/strong&gt; It just makes me want to turn back time and do it all over again...*smiling wistfully*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/GEM001_LOBO_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114290816390880917?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114290816390880917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114290816390880917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114290816390880917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114290816390880917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/oldies-songs-i-am-sure-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114282080367893946</id><published>2006-03-19T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:42:25.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So, it's Monday morning now! Can't believe that times flies really fast. Gosh, I feel like I aged A-LOT lately *sigh*. I shouldn't be thinking about growing old but it's Monday morning, guys...GIVE-ME-A-BREAK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, so let's talk about my weekends. Right, so I bought a new MP3 player from Creative Technology. It's Zen Nano Plus and it comes in very interesting colors. Anyway what make me decided to purchase the MP3 coz my bestfriend, Sam, downloaded tons of good songs and I love most of the songs...and ever since I was told that I am going to shift to a new office, you all know I drag the journey there...so I thought having an MP3 would occupied my time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So Friday, I was already so excited to get my new player. Bought it and went home like a happy clam! One of the things I like about this MP3 is that it can download songs directly from any audio system. So I don't have to use PC to get my songs. There I was, at home, skipping dinner totally and just sat next to my Hi-fi set and trying to figure out how does this new gadget works! LOL. Okay, so you all know I am not really "IT" girl...You do know that sometimes technology fails me. Just looked at the problems I created just to get my blogger password! LOL. So after a few moments of pressing this and that at the player, I managed it well enough. So I was listening to the radio via the player and thinking how come the volume is so damn soft...and I pressed the + button and what do you know...it wasn't working!!!! *gagged*. So like an idiot I kept on pressing the button, hoping against hope that it would work...but yeah, my brain was already telling me, "Stop it, Ro! It's not working!!!!!". "Yeah, I know it's not, but damn it's a new player, and don't tell me I have to go and change. It's just a hassle!" I replied my brain. So I already knew that my efforts were futile and so I just wrapped it nicely into the package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The next day, I called Creative and asked them how to go about changing for a new one. Was advised to go back to the place that I bought it initially. So I went...and well, the faulty MP3 player was green in color, and I wanted 'exact;y' the same one for replacement BUT the sales person told me she did not ordered any more greens for the new batch *sigh*. So I took orange since this is the initial color I want for my MP3 player. So we tested it out and everything's great and again went home a happy clam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And, you guess it right...I sat in front of my hi-fi and download all the songs...then delete them whenever I find that it's not up to my satisfaction, and download it again. I think if my hi-fi could talk, he would say to me, "Ro, I AM SO TIRED! When are you going to finish up and stop pressing the 'play', 'pause' and 'stop' button?" LOL. Of course I only managed to load a few songs and by then it was like 10pm already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So I grabbed a quick shower and my late dinner and I watched movies on dvd. I watched 'Blue Lagoon', 'The Prince and I' and 'Sleeping With The Enemy' and ended up going to bed at 2AM. I couldn't get Beauty and The Beast though and I regretted renting Blue Lagoon. Gosh, it's just a lame movie. Brooke Shields become an aborigin in a deserted island with that guy! I mean, when a girl and a boy are alone and partically naked in the island, of course eventually they'll have sex. And they didn't know what sex is all about? And she didn't know sex could lead to pregancy and she didn't know that she's pregnant and in the pain was due to labor???? (Okay, I'll shut up now). Can't Hollywood do a better picture than that one? *sigh*. I like 'The Prince and Me'--Julie Stiles. Very romantic and cute! I wish it's easy to get a RL Prince! As for Sleeping With The Enemy', was good. I enjoyed thriller so of course I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then came Sunday, I had an invitation to a wedding. So my aunt called me at 11am and said she's on the way to the wedding, and I was supposed to meet up with her...BUT...I haven't even showered...So I rushed like mad to shower and dressed up and still managed to meet her on time! LOL :D And yeah, again, the usual question of "When are you getting married, Rohaya? Don't you have a boyfriend?". I wish I could record this questions down and just play it automatically whenever I meet these people. I feel like telling them Zack's still in prison, waiting for me to get my driving license and then hitch-hike in my car. Then he'll kidnap me and go to a mountain cabin and we fell in love and you can read a full version of my story in the tabloids! LOL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I then of course spent my remaining weekend download songs into my MP3 player. There are still a few songs that I would like to re-record again! LOL. I will do it one of these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, I managed to text message Fara yesterday. She's fine BTW and she say HI to you all. As you all know it's rather a hot weather here and she being in a construction site, she gets stinky these days. She told me she's getting a new air-fresher for herself!! LOL Maybe I should suggest to her lavender scent! Lavender is a good help for sleeping and relaxing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, I'll stop now. I'll come back later coz I have something else to tell you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114282080367893946?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114282080367893946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114282080367893946&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114282080367893946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114282080367893946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-its-monday-morning-now-cant-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114256281676959589</id><published>2006-03-16T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:40:26.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/Beauty_Beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/1600/Disney_On_Ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1561/320/Disney_On_Ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So last Tuesday night, I went to watch the above mentioned show. As you all can see, it is called &lt;strong&gt;Disney On Ice&lt;/strong&gt; and that is where all Disney characters come alive on a skating ring! This event is done annually especially during the March shool-holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have a blast time! Thoroughly enjoyed the show and the handsome skaters, of course LOL. I just realized how much I missed those being a kid, where everything is so 'perfect' and 'no worries' and 'living happily-ever after'. Not that I don't believe in 'happily-ever after', I do, but somehow it takes HARD work to make it happen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella, Snow White, Belle...then there's Mulan, Pinochio, The Lion King, The Incredibles...you name it! Almost every cartoons movies characters were skating on the ice ring. My favorite will be Jessie, from the Toy Story. I love the way she said, "YEEEEEEE----HAAAAAA!" Very cow-girl! I hardly watched any cartoons on movies at all and most times I don't really quite know who "The Incredibles' are or what they are capable of doing etc...but I had my niece explaining to me the details! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they have beautiful floats parading too. My cousin's husband was telling me that in Disneyland, they have floats parading at night and day. So, there I was thinking, "I should really make a trip to USA soon". But I was thinking...does anyone of you wants to be my surrogate family for say, 2 weeks when I come visit USA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ended the show with nice fire-works (I think its more like fire-crackers! LOL) and all the characters on the ring and waving at us! :) It feels like going to a 'mini' Disneyland. And it's nice to see people skating. I wish I could just go to the ring and try skating myself. I probably injured myself in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the show, we went to the booths selling gifts and such and I bought Jessie's cow-girl hat! Well, I purposedly went to one of the booth where a very good-looking hispanic guy was serving the customers LOL. His name-tag showed "Carlos" and *ehem* I just went up to him and said, "Well Carlos, can I take a look at that hat, please" while pointing at the hat and baiting my eyelashes at him! LOL. He just smiled at me. (Do you think I would do something like this, girls?) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After flirting with the handsome Carlos and enjoying the show, my cousin treated me to a hearty dinner at Lau Pa Sat. If anyone of you come over to SG, you must visit Lau Pa Sat for very late dinner/supper. I love the 'satay' there. "Satay" is beef/chicken meat cut into small pieces and stick to the skewer and then they roast it....it's a traditional malay food. Dip it into the hot,spicy gravy and enjoy it!! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, I probably will be heading down to the nearest video store to rent out some nice, Disney movies. I think I want to watch Beauty and The Beast. I don't know...something about the beast that intrigued me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, did I ever mention that I am a romantic idiot? I love the 'happily-ever after" endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Till then, I will be back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114256281676959589?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114256281676959589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114256281676959589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114256281676959589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114256281676959589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-last-tuesday-night-i-went-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114198143415426018</id><published>2006-03-10T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:54:30.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap! Just had confirmation that I had to shift office premises. Damn! Up until today, I was 'hoping' that it would still be just 'rumor', but apparently NOT...*snort*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the briefing earlier and what did you know...still no confirmation whether the company's going to support us with transporation to work or not...*another snort*...Why would they decide on shifting when they can't even confirm something so important as transportation for the staffs??? That is such a baffling question to me! Geezz...it's not like the new office is easily accessible from every point of the country, it's basically somewhere in between of 'no-where'! *snort*. And parking lots are already full and now we have to ballot to get a space...(and it's not like I own a car to drive there, but...still...) and the nearest train station is like 5 stops away from the buidling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been segregated to support another group of staffs. Just hope they won't give me crap coz I intend not to give them crap too! But good news to rejoice, I no longer have to&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sit next to my boss and support her!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOO HOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to dump everything into the cartons for shipping of to the 'no-where' land and if I vanish for a while, please check on me okay coz you'll never know what I'd do just to get rid of myself with the mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to miss lots fo things here at this place. I'd been here for almost 6years and I loved this place so much. It's such an easy and convenient place for me. I am going to leave my bestfriend, Sam...*sob* *sob*...and he's going to flirt with other girls and forget me...*wailing*...and...I am going to miss seeing some of handsome blokes who work around these area...*fainting*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure what to look forward to at the new place though....Oh wait! I am going to be near to JEN and that's some consolation!!!! Jen, I am so going to harass you with lunch dates, dinner dates, breakfast dates and every other dates. So you better be wise enough to say "Yes" or I will be the little bugbear for you!!! LOL I am known well-known in harassing people, you know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies...now don't get jealous just because I am going to see Jen everyday! LOL. Don't worry, I'll take care of her for you all and help her along with 'what's his name?' LOL. I used to tell T and Sharie that I will be the 'whore' and seduce Z  if you don't make a move on him, Jen...LOL (j/k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...see you around soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114198143415426018?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114198143415426018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114198143415426018&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114198143415426018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114198143415426018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/crap-just-had-confirmation-that-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114198012298324338</id><published>2006-03-10T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:42:03.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This section will be a place for most of the poems that were either been created by me or been dedicated to me. Maybe some of the poems might sound familiar or you'd probably read it before from somewhere...but nevertheless I hope you all enjoy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meeting you without seducing you&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you without possessing&lt;br /&gt;Loving you without invading you&lt;br /&gt;Caring you betraying myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping you without devouring&lt;br /&gt;Making you without losing you&lt;br /&gt;Going without diving you&lt;br /&gt;And thus be myself in your most secrecy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Forget our yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in a new day&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to our wonderful tomorrow ~RMK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night before I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I think about what it will be&lt;br /&gt;If you are here with me&lt;br /&gt;I know I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Feel you beside me&lt;br /&gt;Your warmth, your caress&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Then I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;A smile on my lips&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your love&lt;br /&gt;Engulfing me ~ RMK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take love when love is given&lt;br /&gt;But never think to find it&lt;br /&gt;A sure escape from sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or a complete repose~SMS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114198012298324338?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114198012298324338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114198012298324338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114198012298324338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114198012298324338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-section-will-be-place-for-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114195447598145032</id><published>2006-03-09T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:48:29.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I just went over to read your comments, ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAN&lt;/strong&gt;, I misqouted the word 'bitch'. It should have been a 'whore' in fact. I didn't realized your nick was 'snow whore'. All along I thought it was 'snow bitch'. DAMN!!!!! Am I in trouble?????? Anyone of you ever going to help bust me out from Jan's wrath!!! HELP!!! HELP! HELP!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Jan, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to say it that way. I'll go and erase it away. And no, as you know, none of the others called you a "b--". It was me who probably misunderstand every thing...*sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY APOLOGIES, JANIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I always getting into trouble????? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114195447598145032?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114195447598145032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114195447598145032&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114195447598145032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114195447598145032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-just-went-over-to-read-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114187851173011022</id><published>2006-03-08T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:38:40.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I just read Sharie's blog about her love. Somehow it touches my heart. I don't know...I just have a soft heart for sappy love stories. I am hopeless when it comes to books, but I am even worst when it comes to RL. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Duane wrote to her just simply grabs me to the very core. I didn't know what happen to Duane, but it seems she's looking for him and I sincerely hope he is fine and she'll find him again. I of course love happy endings and I hope Sharie got one too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this brings me to myself. As about this very moment, I had just made a phone call that I had been dragging to make for months. I was restless, forlon, depressed and most of all, scared. I wanted so much to talk to him. To explain to him, to hear his voice, to know how he is doing, and most importantly to make peace with him, but I never got the nerve to do it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid he was going to reject me fully, say hurtful words to me or even hang up on me. But if I don't make the initial step, I will never fully know what he is thinking or feeling. I care for him, still loves him although sometimes I think he don't deserve me. But there is no right or wrong about someone's feelings towards another. You just love someone because of who he is and that is how I always feel towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unsure of where it will lead us but a leap is better than staying put when what I really want is to be with him. Even if that never happens, at least I know I have tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish ME luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114187851173011022?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114187851173011022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114187851173011022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114187851173011022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114187851173011022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-read-sharies-blog-about-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114180628140937936</id><published>2006-03-07T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:31:57.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Had lunch with my colleague. As usual after lunch, we went back to our office. Like every other office buildings there are security officers stationed in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am one of those people who make friends with most of these security blokes! Even my bestfriend, Sam, is a security officer and the supervisior in charge of the building office we work. So technically, I am the favorite 'girl' that they liked to tease and joke around with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this afternoon, the colleague, N, she saw this guy S who was at the security desk, when we went back from lunch. N suddenly hold my hand and stopped me from entering the lift. She then whispered to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that guy likes you", she said as she gestured to S with her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I asked her, clearly suprised and gaping. "You are mistaken". N ignored me and nodded her head. "I think it's true".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you think its true?" I asked her, curious to know what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last week, while I was standing alone at the lobby, S was also there. Then came R (another of his colleague)who stood next to him and teasingly said to S, "Why do you look so glum and unhappy? I know Rohaya's not here, but come on...cheer up, dude!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at my friend. I said, "You're kidding?". She denied it, and then she started teasing me about this guy. So I had a lenghty explaination about S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I met S at the driving school one night. He was learning riding a bike, while I to drive. As we both know each other from the work-place, so naturally we said Hi and talked a bit. That was all. I thought he was nice guy and told my friend Sam about it. So from that day on, S started to say his "good morning" to me regularly. But I don't see anything usual about his greetings though".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N had started giggling. She teased me, "So, are you into him? Interested at him? Do you think you can like him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don't like him 'that way'. I like him just the normal way--'general liking of human liking another human way'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you are still not married. Not dating anyone. Why are you so fussy about men, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just rolled my eyes at her and replied, "Goodness, I had enough of people telling me the same ol' line. Let it die! Don't jump to conclusions just because someone is being nice and polite to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you're already 26!", N insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what? I rather have my fun than stuck in a marriage!". I smiled politely at her and walked away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people are so hung up just because I am still date-less and having fun? I can accept it from my family members if they chewed my ears off with the same question, but come on...be realistic! There are so many wonderful things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not prejudiced about marriage or love. I want to get married and be loved and love someone in return...and attraction is IMPORTANT to me. Chemistry. None of it, it usually won't work for me LOL. Besides I am still every much hung up on another "S". ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114180628140937936?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114180628140937936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114180628140937936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114180628140937936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114180628140937936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/had-lunch-with-my-colleague.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114178600260601242</id><published>2006-03-07T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:19:28.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIBUTE TO MY FRIENDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am going to say my deepest gratitude to the following people who have make my life a merry-go-round, with their complex, yet intriguing personalities. Who have TONS of patience to answer all my dense queries and questions or whenever I bugged them endlessly with my nonsense. Who have always been open and honest about their opinion and would always, always help me whenever I need them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Without further ado, not in any order whatsoever, I would like to say my &lt;strong&gt;THANKS &lt;/strong&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--who for whatever reason I think I irritate her about the eblogger thingy LOL. Honey, sorry! I didn't mean for you to bang your head against the wall or something LOL. I know I 'insisted' that I had the right name and password, but well, you see I don't do blog much and the only thing that makes me do it cos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; insist I update it. So little me when wandering in here and wanting to update it *sigh*. It never comes across my mind that I was the one who made the stupid mistake LOL. Alas, I found out about it and well, I hope your head's not sweeling or anything, cos I might get into trouble with Zook (or is it Spence? LOL) You're such a nice person, Jen and you are too serious for your own good. Lighten up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So after Jen leads me to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--horrible woman! Always boycotting my post into a hilarious comedy! LOL. But you know I love you, T. And I never mind what you want to say in my post anyway, coz when you came in, they got very refreshing and interestings. You are worst than crazy, do you know that? And I am so not going to step on your toes, coz I don't want to get a bitching email from you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Next would be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--the former radio DJ, with her sassy and sexy voice. Who is just damn lucky to interview Judith McNaught and kind enough to allow us to hear the interview. Did I ever tell you I like your accent? I'd been practicing how to speak that accent, but I don't think I am cut out for it, anyway. Maybe we should chat sometime and have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JJ&lt;/strong&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;one of my favorite people, who send me lots of books during the time I know her. Always very diplomatic and calm and cool and logical whenever a crisis arises. Very level-headed person. Hmmm...that's one thing I never be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--The certified accountant. Can I ask your help to manage my accounts? LOL. Funny person... I think Jan is sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharon and Sharie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--didn't know which of them I love best coz I love both of them in their own different way. Sharie is relentless, Sharon is eccentric. I haven't chatted with Sharon for a while now. Miss chatting with you, girl. And Sharie, she's forever ONLINE, but whenever you buzz her, she would either be sleeping or else working. Didn't know why she never turn off her IM anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fara and Aimi--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Two of these people that I had a chance to meet personally. Aimi is pretty quiet by nature and Fara, she's a shy person actually but well I think they show their true nature when they are posting at the board. I hope Aimi will do well for her exams and Fara to come back soon. Miss having them around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby Sal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--Why we call her Baby cos she's the youngest among us all. Haven't seen her around much. Miss her too and I hope she's doing great. I know she's busy with stuffs and life. Good for you, Sal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gloria and Claire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--Haven't had a chance to get to know you all well enough. But I know I will. In fact I am already starting to enjoy having you all...at least I learn the proper technique to park my car on the hill and learn Cockney slang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corrine and Dana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--Don't know you well yet, but I will--SOON! Your presence has already been noticed and noted and I hope I'll get to know you even better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And of course before I end this...you all know that you'd played a significant part in my life. Yes, we'd never met, but you all are so real that sometimes it's just amazing what friendships could do to all of us. I hope we'll all meet one day and get drunk together! LOL. (So is it going to be in London, ladies? LOL..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;For those whom I didn't mention here, that doesnt mean I didn't think of you or you are not my favorites. You know I love you all one and the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lastly, take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114178600260601242?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114178600260601242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114178600260601242&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114178600260601242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114178600260601242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/tribute-to-my-friends-i-am-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-114161233388614945</id><published>2006-03-05T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T02:57:18.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was told to update my blog! The problem were 1) I didn't have much time to write. 2) I forgotten my password and username. How silly can I get huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall we talk about today? I want to talk about "Dreams". How many of you have ever heard this question been asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" My teachers asked this question thousands time for essay writings, and each time I always changed 'what I want to be". I used to want to be a teacher when I see my teacher teaching. Then when I got sick, I went to see the doctor, and I wanted to be one too. Or running a business. Well, I was young and all I think about was MONEY and getting RICH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd grown since then and I think you all know I didn't ended up being any of those things now. I am a regular clerical staff, doing the same old job, over and over again, growing more grays and getting bored with the whole situation--and this is when I realized that I HAVE to do something in my life! Achieving something better than just being a regular clerk, earning more than what I am having now and doing something that I really love--reading, writing and editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world of fiction-writing appeals to me a great deal. The powers of words been written and used, the expressions and the egnimatic pull of the writer's skill to make us read and re-read the book over and over again. How can the story be so perfect, without any flaws? That would be the work of the editor, who would read the manuscript and add their knowledge to make the story a better read. And as a reader, we get the final product of 'perfection', and thus enjoying every single word that had been written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is inspiring, doesn't it? And it pays good money too, although I never would have done it for money because if I can reach half of that world of fiction-writing, it would make me a happy person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-114161233388614945?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114161233388614945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=114161233388614945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114161233388614945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/114161233388614945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-told-to-update-my-blog-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-112615838343960406</id><published>2005-09-07T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:49:51.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reading a book by &lt;strong&gt;Catherine Anderson&lt;/strong&gt; currently. This is my first Catherine Anderson's book and the book got good recommendations from some of well-known publishers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventh Heaven&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I must say that obviously this is a good book, no doubt about it. It tells a story of 2 young lovers, who were friends for as long as they lived and then with just a misfortunate event happened to the woman and they broke off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He took off and got married to a drug-addict/child abuser to their own little boy, Zachary. After an ugly divorce, Joe Lakota decided to come back to his small home town in Laurel Creek, Oregon in hopes of giving his young son a chance to lead a normal life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marilee Nelson was the woman who was still bearing a tormented past. Trying to run away from all her ugly nightmares, she quitted school and had stayed at Laurel Creek. Then Joe came back and turned her world upside down, making her longed for the long-lost hopes and dreams. But Marilee was afraid to grasp the hopes and dream that Joe offered and promised. And her love for his little boy, Zachary was making her decision to stay away from Joe even harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will Marilee accept the fate that was already written for her and take each day with renewed confidence and love or will she walked away from the only man whom she truly loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stay tuned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-112615838343960406?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112615838343960406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=112615838343960406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/112615838343960406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/112615838343960406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/reading-book-by-catherine-anderson.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-112607303470395171</id><published>2005-09-06T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:03:54.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dreams?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever wonder what you really, really want in life? Have you ever dream of anything insignificant or maybe in some cases, significant before? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are given only ONE dream to come true, what would that be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me share with you this. Since I am both a dreamer and a realist in one human body, I'll just put each one dream in both of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a dreamer, I would love to be one of the heroines in my favorite Judith McNaught book. The heroes are so wonderfully and eloquently written that they are more real to the mind than just a fiction work. Who wouldn't want to spend some time with an escaped convict in a secluded cabin Colorado mountain, to be promised with a world on gold platter, to be told that he felt in love with you at first sight, to hold your hand and said, "Until You.."and to get bribed with a pillbox just so that you can come back to him? *sigh* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But as a realist,  I want love, care and tenderness from the people that I love and who loves me in return. No need a world on gold platter, or secluded cabins, or bribery...I just want something simple in life because I believe that meaningful life is better than having a meaningless life. Let's face this...no one of us is Perfect in anyway and we should always be thankful with what we have and try to make it better for the ones we love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-112607303470395171?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112607303470395171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=112607303470395171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/112607303470395171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/112607303470395171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/dreams-have-you-ever-wonder-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16450812.post-112606837532022175</id><published>2005-09-06T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:43:57.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer's Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hi everyone! Thank you for taking the time to come over and view my blog. Well the purpose of having this blog is to share my interests and views on some subjects; be them the real life, or the 'make believe world'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My name's Rohaya. I'm a day dreamer by choice and cynical, overbearing and sarcastic by nature. I hope I'm not scaring you away with my personality though, because I believe that whatever chain of actions and decision making that one experience in life, can change a person into what she/he is today. I agree with this notion completely. This is REALITY of Life. One need and have to go through every single obstacles and challenges that are put in our Path; and in the midst of carrying them out, we changed. If someone said that they never changed, they are either lying to you or too afraid to admit their weakness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Changes are NOT weakness. I take them as my strength to push my way around in this jaded world and I am never ashamed or afraid to admit that I'd changed during this short period of my life. Life is beautiful as its own and if we keep on viewing it in a negative way, then we will never know the meaning of blessing and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But as a daydreamer, anything and everything is possible! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Reading and Writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Favorite Authors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Judith McNaught, Suzanne Brockmann, Julia Quinn, Lisa Kleypas, Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16450812-112606837532022175?l=dreamercorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112606837532022175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16450812&amp;postID=112606837532022175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/112606837532022175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16450812/posts/default/112606837532022175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamercorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/dreamers-corner.html' title='Dreamer&apos;s Corner'/><author><name>Ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08624350663908053691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
