<?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-35691782</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:37:06.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Speaks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-9095072852376097810</id><published>2008-01-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:38:10.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow! 6 months since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd actually thought I had deleted this blog... serious!&lt;br /&gt;But whaddya know! It's still around! Somehow, She Speaks has escapaed my impulsive habit of creating and deleting blogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the last 6 months, the boy I mentioned in the earlier post, well... he proposed.&lt;br /&gt;I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now proudly wearing the lovely ring he gave me and trying hard to make sure I don't screw things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he... well he continues loving me - faithfully, selflessly, tenderly - loving undeserving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-9095072852376097810?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/9095072852376097810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/9095072852376097810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-wow-6-months-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-5134745176019176367</id><published>2007-06-04T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:23:20.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fell in love with this &lt;a href="http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-this-one-boy-i-kinda-like.html"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with his goodness, his strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with all the things I've discovered about him so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with him. I'm in love with life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most awesome, unbelievable part is... &lt;em&gt;he's in love with me!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-5134745176019176367?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/5134745176019176367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/5134745176019176367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-fell-in-love-with-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-2921938040450724627</id><published>2007-02-23T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:05:22.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things to remember when terrible pissed off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when someone shouts at you? Here’s a few things you can do: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speak in a conversational tone &lt;br /&gt;- Don't raise your voice &lt;br /&gt;- Take deep breaths; expel most of the air in your lungs &lt;br /&gt;- Listen to understand, not to disagree &lt;br /&gt;- State your opinion confidently &lt;br /&gt;- Manage your ego and your temper &lt;br /&gt;- It's only an opinion from the other person &lt;br /&gt;- Don't go to war with words &lt;br /&gt;- Remember the importance of the relationship &lt;br /&gt;- Go hard on the problem, soft on the person &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ricky (http://www.mindsetmedia.com.sg), for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-2921938040450724627?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/2921938040450724627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/2921938040450724627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2007/02/things-to-remember-when-terrible-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-7101245719383850326</id><published>2007-02-11T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T18:45:02.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Malay_Dilemma"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; recently as a gift from a friend. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I highlighted my hair. First time EVER I coloured my hair.  With red streaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOstly been getting positive comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what my colleagues will say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-7101245719383850326?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/7101245719383850326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/7101245719383850326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-got-this-recently-as-gift-from-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-117055929367042795</id><published>2007-02-04T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:04:06.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Love comes first into the heart of a woman,” says one of the male inhabitants of the island. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Once it’s in the woman, only then can it jump into the man.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got that from &lt;a href="http://theimperfectmom.com/2007/02/03/sadly-only-in-orango/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Is she correct you think? Do the folks in &lt;a href="http://archives.seattletimes.nwsource.com/cgi-bin/texis.cgi/web/vortex/display?slug=ladiesrule03&amp;date=20070203&amp;amp;query=orango"&gt;Orango&lt;/a&gt; have it all right, after all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makes one kinda wonder, though... that if all the men we find even interesting just SHUT UP and let us call the shots, would this life markedly less stressful? Would the entire dating/courtship/relationship dance be freed of mind games, second guesses, wrong assumptions, misintepreted signs and be oh so much simpler if &lt;a href="http://theimperfectmom.com/2007/02/03/sadly-only-in-orango/"&gt;the men just sat and waited for the fish&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then again, &lt;a href="http://girltalk.blogs.com/girltalk/2006/02/q_aguygirl_rela.html"&gt;some women beg to differ&lt;/a&gt;. They argue that &lt;em&gt;'if we seek to take matters into our own hands and “do something” about a situation such as this, we are depriving a man of an opportunity to fulfill his God-given calling to lead'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for me, I plan to live by the moment and do whatever inspires me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-117055929367042795?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/117055929367042795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/117055929367042795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-comes-first-into-heart-of-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-117014792382061922</id><published>2007-01-30T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:05:23.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though not a mommy myself, I like reading mommy blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Something about them tugs at my tough ol' heartstrings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You just gotta love &lt;a href="http://irfanadam.blogspot.com/"&gt;cute Irfan's smile&lt;/a&gt;, all about &lt;a href="http://www.mom2ashley.com/blog"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;'s growing up, and &lt;a href="http://theimperfectmom.com/"&gt;Jenn Tai's&lt;/a&gt; honest, and witty chronicles of child-raising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But what the hell is up with this &lt;a href="http://geethz.blogspot.com/"&gt;nut-case&lt;/a&gt; lar!! Her kids are the cutest but her writing is so bloody corny!!! &lt;em&gt;Jeeeeez.. who's she kidding?&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/35691782-117014792382061922?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/117014792382061922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/117014792382061922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/though-not-mommy-myself-i-like-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-117013209146211888</id><published>2007-01-30T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:42:42.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My girlfriends will be out of the country for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL 3 OF THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;I going to do with myself???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of them return before Valentines, though - phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-117013209146211888?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/117013209146211888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/117013209146211888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-girlfriends-will-be-out-of-country.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116841525797806492</id><published>2007-01-10T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:52:43.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this one boy I kinda like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm afraid that he won't like me back and I'll be disappointed OR that he'll like me back and I'll decide I don't like him enough to be anything more than friends and disappoint him OR that he'll like me back and we'll couple up and I'll forever compare him to my ex-boyfriend and forever remain disappointed OR that he'll like me and we'll couple up and a few months later I'll somehow screw it up and we'll both be disappointed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116841525797806492?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116841525797806492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116841525797806492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-this-one-boy-i-kinda-like.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116665879244427392</id><published>2006-12-21T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:53:12.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/12/21/nation/16382074&amp;sec=nation"&gt;women continue to be stupid&lt;/a&gt;. Really, freaking stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116665879244427392?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116665879244427392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116665879244427392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-women-continue-to-be-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116648849395769889</id><published>2006-12-19T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T08:34:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/12/19/central/16355355&amp;sec=central"&gt;Big promises&lt;/a&gt; by the new KL mayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116648849395769889?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116648849395769889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116648849395769889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-promises-by-new-kl-mayor.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116626822725354257</id><published>2006-12-16T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:26:03.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/12/16/nation/16343872&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Stranded whale saved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos &lt;a href="http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/12/yaaaaaaayy-good-things-are-happening.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;, Malaysia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116626822725354257?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116626822725354257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116626822725354257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/12/stranded-whale-saved-kudos-again.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116524035872998237</id><published>2006-12-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:56:13.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a time in my uni days when &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZgUTApyGU4"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; was playing on everyone's Winamp (No IPODs those days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten all about it until today when I heard it again today - the lyrcis still as impactful as it was when I first heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite-est!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. &lt;strong&gt;Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the story behind the song &lt;a href="http://www.bondon.com/sunscreen_song.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and listen to some asshole named Safran make fun of it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vLj3NTXmDE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116524035872998237?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116524035872998237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116524035872998237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/12/there-was-time-in-my-uni-days-when.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116521838171265053</id><published>2006-12-04T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:47:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAAAAAAAYY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good things &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; happening in my country! :)))) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/12/4/nation/16218413&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Turtle goes back to sea after nursed back to health&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116521838171265053?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116521838171265053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116521838171265053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/12/yaaaaaaayy-good-things-are-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116512583718861433</id><published>2006-12-03T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:33:44.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there's this bachelor... yet another one, that I've been introduced to me by a cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And there's at least half a dozen people wishing &amp; praying &amp;amp; hoping that he'll like me and I'll like him and we'll get soon married and make a lot of babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But... he dances funny... and laughs funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116512583718861433?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116512583718861433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116512583718861433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-theres-this-bachelor.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116505485731844334</id><published>2006-12-02T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:22:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/12/2/nation/16202550&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;and tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... can be &lt;em&gt;SO FUCKING STUPID!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gawd! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116505485731844334?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116505485731844334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116505485731844334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/12/read-this-and-tell-me-how-hell-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116488697061087595</id><published>2006-11-30T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:33:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My dad just sat me down, wanting to know why I've rejected my last two dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I told him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He thinks I'm being too fussy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;eh???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;...OF COURSE &lt;/strong&gt;I'm being fussy! Who I choose to the spend the rest of my life with is something I plan to be VERY fussy about! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I believe that's something I'll never regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116488697061087595?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116488697061087595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116488697061087595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-dad-just-sat-me-down-wanting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116471766755571559</id><published>2006-11-28T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:44:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/1600/Sex-And-The-City-tv-p05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/320/Sex-And-The-City-tv-p10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These girls, their ups and downs, joys and disappointments, frienships and loss, hopes and fears, made an excruciatingly painful break-up, just that little bit easier to deal with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fancy that. Silver screen characters healing my pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/1600/Sex-And-The-City-tv-h04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/320/Sex-And-The-City-tv-h04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss them to such fucking bits, it makes me wanna break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116471766755571559?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116471766755571559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116471766755571559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/these-girls-their-ups-and-downs-joys.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116454420419650785</id><published>2006-11-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:02:42.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweetness is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a 3 year old girl, walking up to you at a party saying, "Can you dance with me, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116454420419650785?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116454420419650785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116454420419650785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweetness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116438059033200250</id><published>2006-11-24T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:16:29.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conversations Overheard in an LRT-ride Home&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Kau kat mana ni Rosli? Cakap betul-betul. Jangan tipu aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau engkau keluar dengan perempuan lain kan? Kau bawak dia tengok wayang. Kau peluk dia kat cinema. Haah! Lepas tu kau bawak di pergi makan kat KFC. Lepas kau sumpah kat dia kau takde girlfriend! Haaah! Kau sumpah demi Allah, Rosli!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai hati kau, Rosli!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;("Where were you, Rosli? Tell me the truth. Don't lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you went out with another girl, right? You took her to the movies. You put your arm around her in the cinema. Then you took her for dinner at KFC. Then you swore to her you didn't have a girlfriend! Your swore by God, Rosli!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How could you, Rosli?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Teenaged girl, in typical funky-KL-teen-wear over the telephone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She looked upset, but something tells me she'll survive. After all, takes balls to confront someone like that.... and on public transportation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And anyway, who cries very long over someone whose idea of a dinner date is &lt;em&gt;KFC&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You're fired. You hear me? You're fired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, no, no! Just shut up and listen - you're FIRED, F-I-R-E-D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Understand??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't talk so much. Just SHUT UP and call my lawyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are always so full of shit. Why do you talk so much crap? BYE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- 20-something year old guy. Looked way to young to be in a position to be firing anyone! Spoke with a damn weird accent. In fact, sounded (and looked) like an asshole. I almost walked up to him and slapped him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man, I should take the train more often. With all this drama going on, so what if it &lt;a href="http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-barely-noon-and-im-already-in-foul.html"&gt;goes off track once in a while&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116438059033200250?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116438059033200250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116438059033200250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/conversations-overheard-in-lrt-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116434926452030408</id><published>2006-11-24T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:32:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My date Tuesday night drives a really, really nice car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue me but I can't remember the model or make. I only remember that it was red and sporty... and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7627/3975/1600/794779/KULHIHI_Hilton_Kuala_Lumpur_room_type_K1DRP1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But hey, smart girls, and I mean &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;smart girls - don't marry for money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116434926452030408?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116434926452030408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116434926452030408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-date-tuesday-night-drives-really.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116416952254022982</id><published>2006-11-22T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:30:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confidence&lt;/strong&gt; is trust or faith that a person or thing is capable. &lt;strong&gt;Self-confidence&lt;/strong&gt; is having confidence in oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when someone is referred to as 'confident' they are referring to self-confidence. Self-confidence is faith in one's own abilities. People with high self-confidence typically have little fear of the unknown, are able to stand up for what they believe in, and have the courage to risk embarrassment (for instance, by giving a presentation to a large group of people). One who is self-confident is not necessarily loud, brash, or reckless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence is, to me, a major turn-on in a man. A HUGE turn on. A REALLY, REALLY HUGE MAJOR turn on. To me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No waxing intellectual, no using of big words to look smart, no silly jokes because you're so nervous. That's for boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confident man is cool, calm, composed because he KNOWS he's great just the way he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... Yes, I know I'm not going to be getting married anytime soon.&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/35691782-116416952254022982?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116416952254022982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116416952254022982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/confidence-is-trust-or-faith-that_21.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116408496482541900</id><published>2006-11-21T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:56:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808475612/photo/970417606"&gt;everybody's gettin some&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/1600/daniel_radcliffe8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/320/daniel_radcliffe8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...but me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116408496482541900?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116408496482541900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116408496482541900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/looks-like-everybodys-gettin-some.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116382745096538548</id><published>2006-11-18T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:24:10.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the weekend and nobody's asked me out on a date :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116382745096538548?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116382745096538548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116382745096538548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-weekend-and-nobodys-asked-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116367975894159637</id><published>2006-11-16T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:14:46.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mamamin.wordpress.com"&gt;Patrick Teoh's wife&lt;/a&gt; makes and sells great cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/dscn6230.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Batmobile Cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/dscn6370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Disco Cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/dscn6269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Construction Site Cake &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/dscn6355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Skull Island Cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/dscn6448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Beach Cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh! My mum just walked in. Showed her the pics. She nonchalantly said that she used to bake us cakes like these all the time when we were little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apparently, she once made me a Dressing Table cake, complete with trinklets like earrings and chains on it and after the cake had been cut, I actually &lt;em&gt;wore&lt;/em&gt; the trinklets! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jeez, was I &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;such an attention-seeking-drama-queen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116367975894159637?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116367975894159637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116367975894159637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/patrick-teohs-wife-makes-and-sells.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116358291960582781</id><published>2006-11-15T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:30:49.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/business/while-malaysia-fiddles-its-opportunities-are-running-dry/2006/11/14/1163266550487.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; nearly brought me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backman hit the nail on the head. My country lacks substance. Lacks depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is just too damned sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116358291960582781?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116358291960582781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116358291960582781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-nearly-brought-me-to-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116347626333251608</id><published>2006-11-14T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:30:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to my job in a company where Malay is widely spoken, I tend to pepper my English with a LOT of Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is evident in an email I sent a colleague updating her on the past week. Excerpts below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kena flu last week.. MC on Thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum nak pulih.. kena pergi Penang pulak.. fren's wedding. By bus some more... Come back terus batuk2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok exam.. and then kene terus pergi PD for kursus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takde masa nak rehat pun!... kerja berlambak..&lt;br /&gt;Kena buat 2 papers to the VP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, last week, I went out with this guy.. my sis's friend.&lt;br /&gt;OK lar... not bad.. good company. If nothing happens also, can be good friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sebenarnya quite takut also want to be in a serious relationship... after that horrible pengalaman dulu.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This colleague, like me, is Indian and we both speak English as our first language. So funny how we use so much Malay in our communication! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm fully aware that I'm doing justice to neither language. &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/letters/59120"&gt;Rais Yatim&lt;/a&gt; would faint if he read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116347626333251608?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116347626333251608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116347626333251608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanks-to-my-job-in-company-where.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116314949453679720</id><published>2006-11-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:06:55.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/11/10/nation/15982536&amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/11/10/nation/15982536&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh god.. &lt;a href="http://www.bernama.com.my/bernama/v3/news.php?id=172281"&gt;not again&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116314949453679720?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116314949453679720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116314949453679720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpthestar.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116270364614967342</id><published>2006-11-05T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:16:45.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I met &lt;a href="http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-is-patron-saint-of-hopeless-cases.html"&gt;yet another bachelor&lt;/a&gt; last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ruled him out when he proudly proclaimed &lt;em&gt;"Oh I barely go to church anymore. So busy-lar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, God is everywhere."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NEXT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fact : I want a man who's smart enough to know that there's a Being of &lt;em&gt;much higher power &lt;/em&gt;than him who deserves his respect and homage, at the very least - once a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116270364614967342?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116270364614967342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116270364614967342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-i-met-yet-another-bachelor-last.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116256033251524178</id><published>2006-11-03T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:26:54.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm SO tempted to cheat on &lt;a href="http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/aaaaaahhhhhh.html"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt; :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but can you blame me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/400/71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116256033251524178?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116256033251524178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116256033251524178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-so-tempted-to-cheat-on-him-oh-but.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116228579340527523</id><published>2006-10-31T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:12:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It'a 5pm. A half hour more till I clock out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm b-o-r-e-d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is on leave. So are most of my colleagues. I haven't got much work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy and want to go home! Expect.... that I really don't know what I'm gonna do with myself when I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gurlies won't meet me, I'm not motivated to study, there's nothing on TV, I have no DVDs to watch and meeting up with the ex-boyfriend always lands me in shit somehow. Bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this is why girls, at 27, should be married with kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116228579340527523?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116228579340527523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116228579340527523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/ita-5pm.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116219270921654904</id><published>2006-10-30T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:26:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholic-forum.com/SAINTS/saintj03.htm"&gt;He&lt;/a&gt; is the patron saint of hopeless cases &amp; desperate situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went with 2 other girls and of course everybody there must have thought we were hopelessly and desperately waiting and praying for a husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to pray for the grace to trust God. To trust that He has a plan for me that's perfect and that's being fulfilled even as I write this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116219270921654904?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116219270921654904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116219270921654904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-is-patron-saint-of-hopeless-cases.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116217993224441331</id><published>2006-10-30T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:45:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I succumbed and bought &lt;a href="http://site-my.canon-asia.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=digitalcamera&amp;prod_type=ixus65"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116217993224441331?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116217993224441331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116217993224441331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-i-succumbed-and-bought-this.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116201353720322621</id><published>2006-10-28T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T14:03:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's barely noon and I'm already in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the papers, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly&lt;/strong&gt;, I can't believe &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/10/28/nation/15849450&amp;sec=nation"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? This.....?? wt blardy f??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/n_01lrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In a developing country like mine? Pleaseee lar! (Yes, you saw right. That &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;a picture of a train hanging off a track).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And of course, the corporate communication manager of the company responsible for this, in true Malaysian fashion, is proud to tell the media that &lt;em&gt;'there were no passengers on board and the driver was not hurt". &lt;/em&gt;Well, what if there &lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;people on board? What would be Rapid KL's statement then? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh and of course the manager goes on to say &lt;em&gt;“The cause of the accident is not yet known but Rapid KL is conducting a full investigation into the incident.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;'Cause not know and full investigation underway'. That famous line, uttered EVERYTIME something goes wrong in this country. The people are promised a full investigation and a detailed report. Our ministers say things like &lt;em&gt;"The cause of the accident is not yet known but Rapid KL is conducting a full investigation into the incident”.&lt;/em&gt; Yet, these detailed reports never see the light of day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/10/28/nation/15850953&amp;sec=nation"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is just too hard for me to swallow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Former PM, Tun Dr M says he criticised current PM, Pak Lah because &lt;em&gt;"no one else is able to criticise the Prime Minister. He cannot be criticised by his Deputy, his Cabinet Ministers, Umno Supreme Council members, Menteri Besar, Chief Ministers, Members of the Dewan Rakyat, Members of the Senate, Members of the State Legislative Council, Umno members at all levels, Government Officers and anyone from royalty to beggarss."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Please tell me, dear Tun, in the 22 years that you led my country, who dared criticise &lt;em&gt;you? &lt;/em&gt;Who, for instance, dared speak up against &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Lalang"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? And who dared speak up against &lt;a href="http://www.hrw.org/campaigns/malaysia98/anwar-chronology.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? Who, Tun? WHO?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So please Tun, save the drama and &lt;a href="http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v3/news_lite.php?id=226228"&gt;do as suggested&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirdly&lt;/strong&gt;, I can't, for the life of me, understand how &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/10/28/nation/15849194&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was considered news-worthy. I really just can't. Yes, only in Malaysia does 'the Raya glow on somebody's face' make the news.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok I'm done. And suddenly, sick too. Please excuse while I go take fag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116201353720322621?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116201353720322621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116201353720322621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-barely-noon-and-im-already-in-foul.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116186900109986610</id><published>2006-10-26T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:24:35.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A good gal pal is one who gives you VERY good reasons why you should NOT buy this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/ixus65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;... on credit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to my good gal pal, except for a study and car loan, I am &lt;a href="http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok.html"&gt;still debt free.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116186900109986610?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116186900109986610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116186900109986610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-gal-pal-is-one-who-gives-you-very.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116185467592963925</id><published>2006-10-26T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:31:18.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was a huge fan of Stephen King in my teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY didn't know he was so ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/stephenking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and he actually &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061024/ap_en_ot/book_review_stephen_king_2"&gt;wrote a romance novel&lt;/a&gt;! wtf??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116185467592963925?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116185467592963925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116185467592963925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/was-huge-fan-of-stephen-king-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116185113096624022</id><published>2006-10-26T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:27:40.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cool stuff for a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/H0640_b_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Fisher Price Infant-to-Toddler Rocker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Details &lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=2011&amp;e=detail&amp;amp;selcat=bgb&amp;pid=31327"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/mainpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Bumbo Seat&lt;br /&gt;Details &lt;a href="http://www.bumboseat.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/1600/113-856-G42s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/113-856-G42s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/1600/107-604-X38s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/200/107-604-X38s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NEXT Baby Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Details &lt;a href="http://order.next.co.uk/page.asp?b=G42&amp;p=310&amp;amp;o=2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don't even ask how I know of all this shit. Suffice to say, my kids are going to be spoilt rotten by a whole lotta it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;need to find a man with whom to pro-create. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... and my patience is wearing thin. Very thin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116185113096624022?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116185113096624022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116185113096624022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/cool-stuff-for-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116183789680465533</id><published>2006-10-26T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:44:56.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things to remember when in next relationship:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;"Stop all shame, blame and criticism. Instead ask for what you want in a clear, specific and positive manner, and express appreciation for your partner. To elaborate: Men need to feel competent—that they make a contribution and that it is noticed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— Harville Hendrix, PhD, author of Getting the Love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;"Change from a critical habit of mind, in which you're very involved with your partner's mistakes, to a positive one, in which you catch him doing something right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— John M. Gottman, PhD, author of The Relationship Cure: A 5 Step Guide to Strengthening Your Marriage, Family, and Friendships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;"When your relationship starts to break down, you need AAA: an Apology, Affection, and a promise of Action. You say you're sorry for what you've said or done to hurt or disappoint your partner. You immediately offer a hug, a kiss—some meaningful gesture of warmth. You pledge to do something that matters to your partner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— Mira Kirshenbaum, psychotherapist and author of The Weekend Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;"With books on the market like How to Make Love Like a Porn Star, one of the greatest services you can do for a guy is to reassure him that he doesn't have to make love like a porn star. You can show him how to have sex like a woman: creative, sensual, non-genital-based, and more pleasure- than orgasm-focused."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— Ian Kerner, PhD, author of She Comes First&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;"All relationships grow a bit stale as time goes by, and the longer-lasting they are, the staler they can get. The best thing you can do is pump in some fresh air. A long weekend in a romantic hideaway would be ideal, but even a few hours in a motel helps. Don't tell anyone where you are, turn off your cell phones, and unplug the TV. When you get home, you'll find your relationship has acquired ruddy cheeks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— Dr. Ruth Westheimer, psychosexual therapist and author of 52 Lessons on Communicating Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116183789680465533?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116183789680465533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116183789680465533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-to-remember-when-in-next.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116183735581873113</id><published>2006-10-26T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:35:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hung out with my gurlies nearly everyday this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;... and never once got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's hard to find people who will love you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I found three of them."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carrie Bradshaw on Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116183735581873113?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116183735581873113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116183735581873113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hung-out-with-my-gurlies-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116140145277628114</id><published>2006-10-21T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T13:06:46.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7627/3975/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaaaaahhhhhh :-)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116140145277628114?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116140145277628114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116140145277628114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/aaaaaahhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116133370027838378</id><published>2006-10-20T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:43:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Mr. Right's coming, but he's in Africa, and he's walking”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Oprah Winfrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LOL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAAAHAAAHAA :)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116133370027838378?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116133370027838378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116133370027838378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116133071256086443</id><published>2006-10-20T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:54:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were discussing 'Books That Made a Lasting Impression' on this online forum and I shared about Wild Swans. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Brought back memories of the post-SPM days. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Of me. Huddled under covers on my bed. Coke can in one hand. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Swans-Three-Daughters-China/dp/0385425473"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; book in the other. Eyes fixed on pages. Mind and heart in 20th-century China. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wild Swans is thick... and daunting to read. I almost didn't buy it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But I did. And soon, Chang's flawless story-telling ability began to capture my undivided attention. Dry topics like the Cultural Revolution and The Great Leap Forward suddenly became interesting. Chang wrote from the heart, giving accounts of Chinese history from a frank, honest and personal perspective. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When I had completed it, I felt like I had gone a journey of China through the years, with Chang as my tour guide! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Phew - what a story! What a writer! &lt;em&gt;What an experience! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Truly, a great writing is a gift to the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116133071256086443?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116133071256086443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116133071256086443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-were-discussing-books-that-made.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116130790706428714</id><published>2006-10-20T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T09:32:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm playing Cupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing some friends to each other. If all works well, there'll be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 less lonely people in the world...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116130790706428714?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116130790706428714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116130790706428714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-playing-cupid.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116114498031252327</id><published>2006-10-18T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:18:31.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothin' says it better than good ol' country :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every Time Two Fools Collide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Kenny Rogers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You want things your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I want them mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now we don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just where to draw the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How long can love survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we keep choosing sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And who picks up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time two fools collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You lay the blame on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I, the blame on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But why do we keep finding faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In everything we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And how long can we keep right and wrongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So cut and dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And who picks up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time two fools collide&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/35691782-116114498031252327?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116114498031252327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116114498031252327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothin-says-it-better-than-good-ol.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116107361562613540</id><published>2006-10-17T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:20:33.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following news made headlines in my country today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maid gang-raped and robbed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl alleges rape by priest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three-year-old girl allegedly abused by dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't safe living where I live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116107361562613540?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116107361562613540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116107361562613540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/following-news-made-headlines-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116097304992749317</id><published>2006-10-16T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:53:43.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... zeroed my credit card balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, have NOT swiped it for any unplanned purchases. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, a guy-friend proposed to his girlfriend over the weekend. It was sweet and romantic. I'm happy for them &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;desperate for me! &lt;/em&gt;Fuck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116097304992749317?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116097304992749317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116097304992749317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116046698131319631</id><published>2006-10-10T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:52:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it a good thing that I'm 27 and still living with my parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shoul I just move out and &lt;em&gt;move on!!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116046698131319631?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116046698131319631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116046698131319631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-it-good-thing-that-im-27-and-still.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35691782.post-116035680463295877</id><published>2006-10-09T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T09:20:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maxed out on my credit card limit... again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first time I cleared by debt (with hard-earned year-end bonus), I swore I'd be more careful. Bleah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, after this second-time-clearing-up-debt-strategy (with more hard-earned money), I swear - I WILL NEVER INCUR CREDIT CARD DEBT AGAIN!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEVER!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35691782-116035680463295877?l=hearherspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116035680463295877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35691782/posts/default/116035680463295877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearherspeak.blogspot.com/2006/10/maxed-out-on-my-credit-card-limit.html' title=''/><author><name>She Speaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06406484859072521458</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></entry></feed>
