<?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-7924012</id><updated>2011-08-10T21:17:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because...</title><subtitle type='html'>[img]http://photos6.flickr.com/6498520_eeb4665603.jpg?v=0[/img]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</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>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-5080800237708488630</id><published>2010-05-04T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T03:36:09.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Then'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/S98ISa9C1AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3njKzSCUWY0/s1600/Chicago.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/S98ISa9C1AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3njKzSCUWY0/s320/Chicago.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467097585217098754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess this is &lt;a href="http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/quiet-city-of-perth.html#comments"&gt;'then'&lt;/a&gt;. It's here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-5080800237708488630?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/quiet-city-of-perth.html#comments' title='&apos;Then&apos;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5080800237708488630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=5080800237708488630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/5080800237708488630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/5080800237708488630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2010/05/then.html' title='&apos;Then&apos;'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/S98ISa9C1AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3njKzSCUWY0/s72-c/Chicago.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-1900308036867503251</id><published>2008-12-02T10:45:00.019+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:00:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/STU-CTx_KrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/T6ujuG-X1Zg/s1600-h/_45258420_-55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275190747924998834" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 220px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/STU-CTx_KrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/T6ujuG-X1Zg/s320/_45258420_-55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;was smiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;over Perth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ooking up at the animated heavenly picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;one more wish went up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I'm gonna miss Perth while I'm away for a short few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Have a very merry and joyful Christmas everybody :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-1900308036867503251?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1900308036867503251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=1900308036867503251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/1900308036867503251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/1900308036867503251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2008/12/smiling.html' title='Smiling :)'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/STU-CTx_KrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/T6ujuG-X1Zg/s72-c/_45258420_-55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-4505576531633776579</id><published>2008-06-14T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:56:25.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Dressing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/SFPn_yi3K2I/AAAAAAAAACI/rSbK4zaqSEM/s1600-h/Z+Picture-0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/SFPn_yi3K2I/AAAAAAAAACI/rSbK4zaqSEM/s320/Z+Picture-0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211764276883565410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My first salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7924012-4505576531633776579?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4505576531633776579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=4505576531633776579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/4505576531633776579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/4505576531633776579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-dressing.html' title='No Dressing'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/SFPn_yi3K2I/AAAAAAAAACI/rSbK4zaqSEM/s72-c/Z+Picture-0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-745676224034833167</id><published>2008-06-13T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:17:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persistent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Fell asleep saying my bedtime prayer... It's the same lengthy lines every night I may have bored God, too.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-745676224034833167?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/745676224034833167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=745676224034833167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/745676224034833167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/745676224034833167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2008/05/persistent.html' title='Persistent'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-8060980487531773549</id><published>2008-05-14T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:52:22.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/SDY_YufAnII/AAAAAAAAACA/kUi_WZx8S08/s1600-h/Bfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/SDY_YufAnII/AAAAAAAAACA/kUi_WZx8S08/s320/Bfast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203416113500691586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Kawat, a cup of tea, almond slices. Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-8060980487531773549?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8060980487531773549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=8060980487531773549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/8060980487531773549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/8060980487531773549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2008/05/breakfast_13.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/SDY_YufAnII/AAAAAAAAACA/kUi_WZx8S08/s72-c/Bfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-2736564985289607139</id><published>2008-05-09T16:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:53:51.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minta Chips...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/SCqjwd1BGLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fIVd2Lxgiwg/s1600-h/Z+Picture-0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/SCqjwd1BGLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fIVd2Lxgiwg/s320/Z+Picture-0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200148772788705458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teman makan siang di belakang city library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-2736564985289607139?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2736564985289607139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=2736564985289607139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/2736564985289607139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/2736564985289607139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2008/05/minta-chips.html' title='Minta Chips...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/SCqjwd1BGLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fIVd2Lxgiwg/s72-c/Z+Picture-0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-335168736387180062</id><published>2008-02-26T00:59:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:04:11.831+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Definition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Corinthians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-335168736387180062?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/335168736387180062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=335168736387180062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/335168736387180062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/335168736387180062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-patient-love-is-kind.html' title='The Very Definition...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-6248786846115203684</id><published>2007-12-17T10:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:28:15.404+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Geographically Challenged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Not a fan of Gibran, but I guess He and I agree on one thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;...Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-6248786846115203684?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6248786846115203684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=6248786846115203684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/6248786846115203684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/6248786846115203684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2007/12/geographically-challenged.html' title='Geographically Challenged'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-7787097459082282061</id><published>2007-11-28T13:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:53:24.569+09:00</updated><title type='text'>True Believer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...But the funny thing about answered prayers is they come to you in unexpected ways&lt;/span&gt;.- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Marvin Warren&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-7787097459082282061?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7787097459082282061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=7787097459082282061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/7787097459082282061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/7787097459082282061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2007/11/true-believer.html' title='True Believer'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-116115993339555611</id><published>2007-09-12T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T13:24:10.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Err Is Human To Forgive Divine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Maaf Lahir Batin. Selamat Puasa. Semoga Berkah. Aamiin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He who shows hatred to those who hate, will never be at peace; He who is patient with those who hate, will find peace; such is the Law. He who bears ill-will to ill-wishers, can never be pure, But he who feels no ill-will, pacifies them who hate; As hatred brings misery to mankind, the wise man knows no hatred &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-116115993339555611?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/116115993339555611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=116115993339555611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/116115993339555611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/116115993339555611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-who-shows-hatred-to-those-who-hate_18.html' title='To Err Is Human To Forgive Divine...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-1703099268591142087</id><published>2007-08-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:49:27.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare Commodity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Where do people go to buy some time? Provided that one has time to go look for and buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-1703099268591142087?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1703099268591142087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=1703099268591142087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/1703099268591142087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/1703099268591142087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2007/08/rare-commodity.html' title='Rare Commodity'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-513314533133246233</id><published>2007-07-29T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:50:25.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;After several 'aqcuaintances' with the 'cave men', I have to acknowledge your theory, John. It was not very easy to play along. I tend to quit the game to preserve my sanity. My bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-513314533133246233?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/513314533133246233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=513314533133246233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/513314533133246233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/513314533133246233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/cave-men-game.html' title='A Game?'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-9072785971794657327</id><published>2007-07-24T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:24:00.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consequence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/RqWmgJw49KI/AAAAAAAAABE/cECv-LfQS9I/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_4203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/RqWmgJw49KI/AAAAAAAAABE/cECv-LfQS9I/s320/Copy+of+100_4203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090658025119216802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yeap, I missed out on this one.&lt;br /&gt;And many more Kodak moments to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-9072785971794657327?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/9072785971794657327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=9072785971794657327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/9072785971794657327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/9072785971794657327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeap-i-missed-out-on-this-one.html' title='Consequence'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/RqWmgJw49KI/AAAAAAAAABE/cECv-LfQS9I/s72-c/Copy+of+100_4203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-1540404153405072059</id><published>2007-07-02T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:43:28.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter In This Other Half Of The Globe -Reposted-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/RoiGg0h9upI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vwVky0ePHfI/s1600-h/ga051128.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082460077902641810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/RoiGg0h9upI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vwVky0ePHfI/s400/ga051128.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No snowflakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. But a lot of hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I wonder if the birds fly north instead of south...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-1540404153405072059?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1540404153405072059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=1540404153405072059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/1540404153405072059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/1540404153405072059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2007/07/hot-chocolate-season-reposted.html' title='Winter In This Other Half Of The Globe -Reposted-'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/RoiGg0h9upI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vwVky0ePHfI/s72-c/ga051128.1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-116421514398666877</id><published>2007-07-01T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:12:48.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's discouraging to know if patience, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;to some extend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;may infact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;turn into obliviousness or even stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But be patient anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-116421514398666877?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/116421514398666877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=116421514398666877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/116421514398666877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/116421514398666877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/12/fine-line.html' title='Fine Line'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-1645433407702326051</id><published>2007-06-30T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T13:28:31.230+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Then, It's Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/RoZOuEh9uoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WHrLnzNAf4U/s1600-h/10476256826124l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/RoZOuEh9uoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WHrLnzNAf4U/s400/10476256826124l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081835782931331714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Pic. Courtesy of Om Rani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-1645433407702326051?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1645433407702326051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=1645433407702326051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/1645433407702326051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/1645433407702326051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2007/06/quiet-city-of-perth.html' title='Until Then, It&apos;s Here...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqOpooB-tSA/RoZOuEh9uoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WHrLnzNAf4U/s72-c/10476256826124l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-2630393623801375323</id><published>2007-03-03T15:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T15:34:51.985+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Seems ignored. But thought of every so often... Been occupied. Be right back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-2630393623801375323?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2630393623801375323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=2630393623801375323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/2630393623801375323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/2630393623801375323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2007/03/still-here.html' title='Still Here...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-116592351350756633</id><published>2006-12-12T20:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:21:22.006+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Curling Up Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6541/512/1600/897826/ga061204.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6541/512/400/706998/ga061204.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-116592351350756633?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/116592351350756633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=116592351350756633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/116592351350756633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/116592351350756633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/12/curling-up-season.html' title='Curling Up Season'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-116421496724559117</id><published>2006-12-12T01:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:35:21.725+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6541/512/1600/847352/100_0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6541/512/200/461844/100_0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here is Afif when I was there last month. No embarassing sob this year! I'm just all grown up now. Huhuhu.. Umm maybe I cheated a little. He was fast asleep when I left at 5 in the morning. I'm not really good with goodbyes. So sneaking out was the better way. Afif is also all grown up now. He's a rather serious kid. But a 3 y.o. will always be 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You wont believe how mealtime with him could resemble a middle east peace negotiation. I'll tell you more about him later. More of Afif's on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saintcatherine/"&gt;my flickr&lt;/a&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/7924012-116421496724559117?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/116421496724559117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=116421496724559117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/116421496724559117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/116421496724559117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-little-guy.html' title='This Little Guy'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-115916418286180831</id><published>2006-09-25T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:25:40.190+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebony &amp; Ivory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The church on my street put a banner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;wishing moslems Selamat Puasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's just touching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My whole life I've never seen a mosque wishing Christians Selamat Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-115916418286180831?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/115916418286180831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=115916418286180831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/115916418286180831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/115916418286180831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/09/ebony-ivory.html' title='Ebony &amp; Ivory'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-115876338641630724</id><published>2006-09-10T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:05:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Got home from babysitting. Syalwa put on several ounces. She's so soft and mushy like strawberry jam and like duck feather cushion. Syawal was handful as always. Tiring as always. And irresistable as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Soak in a bag of tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Run the water in the tub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Put on Natalie Merchant's one Fine Day. Start the decent weekend. &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/7924012-115876338641630724?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/115876338641630724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=115876338641630724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/115876338641630724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/115876338641630724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/09/living.html' title='Living...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-114888152634825722</id><published>2006-07-27T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:17:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6541/512/1600/Lia%20Afif.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6541/512/200/Lia%20Afif.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hmmmm... days are dragging lately. I miss Afif with glazing eyes and a long sigh every 3 years old I see with his mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-114888152634825722?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/114888152634825722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=114888152634825722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114888152634825722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114888152634825722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/07/hiks.html' title='Hiks...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-114724293372239355</id><published>2006-05-10T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:20:39.981+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Anytime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The things I look for the most since I moved here are the things like barging in to one of the girl's room and dragging them out of bed --from their deep serene beauty nap-- to go get ice cream or siomay. We are allowed to do this without being considered intruding :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-114724293372239355?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/114724293372239355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=114724293372239355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114724293372239355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114724293372239355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/05/anytime.html' title='Anytime...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-114612847573023424</id><published>2006-04-27T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:08:41.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;When you've had a bad day, don't you just wanna go home to familiar faces? They don't have to do or say anything. They don't even have to know if you just had a bad day. Just be there when you open the door. If you agree with me raise your hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-114612847573023424?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/114612847573023424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=114612847573023424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114612847573023424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114612847573023424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/04/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-114533169757815789</id><published>2006-04-26T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:13:30.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untamed Heart... --Reposted--</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: What did the doctor say?&lt;br /&gt;Adam: That I'm not allowed to stick knives in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: Adam your heart is diseased! You need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Adam: But this is my heart! I'm afraid that if they take it away I won't be able to love you the same.&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: You don't really love with your heart, it's just a saying.You love with your mind and soul, not you heart.&lt;br /&gt;Adam: [Touching his chest] Then how come I hurt here when you're not with me?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I have a weak heart for romantic movies :D.&lt;br /&gt;People love with the mind not with the heart. Given that your heart is perfectly fine and healthy, if you are crazy, as in insane crazy, as in psychotic crazy, as in you-are-mentally-ill-you-need-to-be-institutionalized crazy, will you be able to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-114533169757815789?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/114533169757815789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=114533169757815789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114533169757815789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114533169757815789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/04/untamed-heart-reposted.html' title='Untamed Heart... --Reposted--'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-114438993069495877</id><published>2006-04-07T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:21:51.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Series Of Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;A lot of times we know what is good for us but choose to do otherwise. It's never not our choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Afterall, life is nothing but series of choices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an episode of Lost the ABC series season 1. After I chose to be a couch potato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-114438993069495877?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/114438993069495877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=114438993069495877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114438993069495877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114438993069495877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/04/series-of-choice.html' title='Series Of Choice'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112165941234694569</id><published>2006-03-30T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:22:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;'Do people understand... or they tolerate?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took psychology in my senior year. Wanting to understand why people do what they do. Too naive yaa.. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112165941234694569?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112165941234694569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112165941234694569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112165941234694569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112165941234694569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/03/tell-me.html' title='Tell Me...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-114042761839738523</id><published>2006-03-28T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T18:59:52.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years Of Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 164px; height: 180px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6541/512/320/Afif%20When%20I%20Was%20There%20Too.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Here he is. Three years old today. Got me all charmed and spellbound. You know how they say that little kids are so privileged. They blabber meaninglessly and still be understood. Explore every possibility to be nonsense yet still make sense. Some grown ups ask that much attention hehe. Happy Birthday... Light Of The Universe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-114042761839738523?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/114042761839738523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=114042761839738523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114042761839738523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114042761839738523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/03/three-years-of-wonder.html' title='Three Years Of Wonder'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-114161773287886388</id><published>2006-03-06T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:16:54.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Scientist: so... if there is a color to describe your day today, what is that color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Saint: Cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Scientist: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Saint: I feel a bit creamy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Scientist: like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;The Saint: No... Like cafe latte with too much milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Saint: What's your color today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Scientist: mine is blue&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist: cos i'm happy&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist: because last night I read a lot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;The Saint: Cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Saint: But isnt blue when you are sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Scientist: depend of ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;The Saint: Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;So what is creamy weather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-114161773287886388?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/114161773287886388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=114161773287886388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114161773287886388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114161773287886388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/03/weather.html' title='The Weather...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-114102780864740375</id><published>2006-02-27T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:17:30.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Weekend DVD Rally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.inhershoesmovie.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6541/512/320/Paff415370693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maggie Feller: Shoes like this should not be locked up in a closet! You should be living a life of scandal. You should be getting screwed in an alley behind a club by a billionaire while his wife waits in the car and he told her he just forgot his wallet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rose Feller: Please tell me you just made that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ryan: You know, I came over here, and I was noticing you, and well, wow. You're like...cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maggie Feller: Darling, you're like twelve! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maggie Feller: The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem... f... filled... with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. Even losing you... the joking voice, a gesture I love... I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not.too hard to master though'it may look like... Write it!... like disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-114102780864740375?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/114102780864740375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=114102780864740375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114102780864740375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/114102780864740375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/02/from-weekend-dvd-rally.html' title='From The Weekend DVD Rally'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113325537650862541</id><published>2006-02-13T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:33:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theory Of Idealism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;You know how your mom always told you to finish dinner and one of the reason why was because there were many kids in Africa who were starving. I've been finishing dinner since years ago now but the African kids are still starving. Even with the UN there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113325537650862541?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113325537650862541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113325537650862541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113325537650862541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113325537650862541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/02/theory-of-idealism.html' title='The Theory Of Idealism'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113637143819134915</id><published>2006-01-09T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:18:20.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Afif was 16 months old when he first walked.&lt;br /&gt;His first walk to me was like a month later when I just arrived home for a quick visit. He held his one shoe in his hand and slowly walked towards me and was smiling hesitantly. He reached my hands, handed me the shoe, and hugged me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a punch in my chest knowing I won't be there through his many firsts.&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/7924012-113637143819134915?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113637143819134915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113637143819134915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113637143819134915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113637143819134915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/01/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113645742417708887</id><published>2006-01-05T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T15:33:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;"&gt;...Well, my days went by at a dizzying pace. I was always running to and fro. And then before I even knew where I was, off to dreamland I would go. I'm the one who's always being swept away. But now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;"&gt;I realize that a day of my life is the price I must pay for tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;"&gt;. I've thaught to treasure every day with its joy and its sorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;"&gt;...Now that night has finally come to the busy city sky where quietly the moon is shining down on the paths of people hurrying home, she sheds her light all around. Silently at the close of day we'll pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;"&gt;Tomorrow's just a dream away, Close the curtain on today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;font-size:78%;"&gt;--Emi Fujita, edited--&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113645742417708887?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113645742417708887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113645742417708887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113645742417708887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113645742417708887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2006/01/seasons-greetings_05.html' title='Seasons Greetings'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113470934369053358</id><published>2005-12-27T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:23:03.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sentiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6541/512/1600/Winter%20Boston%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6541/512/400/Winter%20Boston%204.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every other season came along and I was alright... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--&lt;em&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113470934369053358?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113470934369053358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113470934369053358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113470934369053358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113470934369053358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/12/winter-sentiment.html' title='Winter Sentiment'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113440498236664039</id><published>2005-12-19T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:22:14.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Simon Templar&lt;/span&gt;: I am Marin Depores. I am from Spain but I am named for a Peruvian Saint, who could cure the sick, or the injured, by the laying of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0045802"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Templar&lt;/span&gt;: My name is Buro Houtenfaust. I was named for a Saint who was a very wealthy man. He had the wine, the women, the songs, the whole bit, and then inexplicably, took a vow of poverty and became a hermit. Ran off to live in the forest, in the nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0045803"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Templar&lt;/span&gt;: My name is Thomas Moore. I was named after a Saint who died for his faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Templar&lt;/span&gt;: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is August Christopher. I was named for St. Augustan, who coined my favorite phrase, 'Give me chastity and give me constancy, but do not give it yet.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saintcatherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My name is...Saint Catherine. I named&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; myself after... no particular Saint. There are actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/saints/stindex.php?lst=C"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;6 Saints by the name of Catherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;. Some were Saintly by their holiness and religious perfection. Some by their mystical experiences of apparition. And some by their noble life, piety, charity, and kindness. As previously stated, no particular Saint inspired the the name 'saintcatherine'. The author of this blog --which is me-- merely enjoys The Saint as one of her favorite movies and likes the feel of pronouncing saintcatherine at the tip of her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113440498236664039?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113440498236664039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113440498236664039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113440498236664039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113440498236664039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/12/saint.html' title='The Saint'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113401641886419985</id><published>2005-12-08T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:47:13.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintentional Self-Consciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My Boss gave me a mug for my birthday. The writing says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"&lt;em&gt;All men are animals. But some make better pets&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I was chuckled when I read it. I couldn't help but thinking if he was beginning to be self-conscious for whatever reason. And that he was speaking on behalf of his 'kind'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Until he asked "Kok ketawa sih, lucu ya, emang artinya apa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gubraak...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113401641886419985?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113401641886419985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113401641886419985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113401641886419985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113401641886419985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/12/unintentional-self-consciousness.html' title='Unintentional Self-Consciousness'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113358816993420389</id><published>2005-12-03T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:18:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Scraped Knee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Talked to Afif Thursday night. He told me he had tripped and fallen. His knees were scraped and bleeding. He just got back from my parents' place and ran towards the gate. That was the first time he had fallen and had a scraped knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I wish I was a little girl again, because scraped knees are easier to heal than a bruised heart&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--Jessica Something-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huehuehue. It's so true. So he should be alright. Most kids if not all have &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;scraped knee now and then. Like most people if not all have bruised heart now and then&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Anyhow, Afif should be alright. He was telling me about it all cheery and bla&lt;/span&gt;bbering. L&lt;?!?!&gt;ike he hadn't been hurt at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113358816993420389?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113358816993420389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113358816993420389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113358816993420389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113358816993420389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-scraped-knee.html' title='First Scraped Knee'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113323648104073317</id><published>2005-11-29T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:10:52.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Chocolate Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6541/512/1600/ga051128.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6541/512/400/ga051128.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Every remark is always... delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113323648104073317?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113323648104073317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113323648104073317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113323648104073317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113323648104073317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/11/hot-chocolate-season.html' title='Hot Chocolate Season'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113264968346967876</id><published>2005-11-22T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:47:11.214+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelming Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;An excerpt from a forwarded email sent to me on Thanksgiving Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sahabat wanita membawakan kau kari ayam dan menggosok kamar mandimu ketika kau membutuhkan pertolongan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And does your laundry even when she has loads of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And remembers your nephew too when she shops for her nieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And calls up your mom now and then coz she knows you're far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And stayed up all night to sew on sequences for the dress you were going to wear for your sister's wedding the next evening while you had a good night sleep tired from running errands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And all the little and spesific things that make having girlfriends great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Day Girlfriends... And everybody!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113264968346967876?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113264968346967876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113264968346967876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113264968346967876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113264968346967876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/11/overwhelming-thanksgiving-thought.html' title='Overwhelming Thanksgiving'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113204318142115024</id><published>2005-11-15T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:06:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Token Of My Amusement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Since day one of my arrival, my 'whole entire universe' a.k.a my shoulder bag had had a 'whole different universe' in it. Besides the regular girl's must-have-dont-leave-home-cant-live-without-it items, there were wet disinfectant tissues, diapers, cartoons of chocolate milk, water bottle, miniature race car, Timezone Power Card, and amusement ride tokens. Among other. They're not there anymore now. Except for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;A ride token came rolling out of my coin purse today as I was paying for a toast. Afif's eyes would all shine sparkling on a train or plane ride with that token. One token is all it takes to put sparkles in his eyes... and mine.&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/7924012-113204318142115024?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113204318142115024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113204318142115024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113204318142115024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113204318142115024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/11/token-of-my-amusement.html' title='A Token Of My Amusement'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113189382925950744</id><published>2005-11-13T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:51:41.495+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was a fine leap from my 'normal' rythm. Although I screwed now that I'm back. A lot of cathcing up to do. Emails, all read, replied, and deleted. Late due reports, I'll get by. Account and bills, balancing. Book loan, two weeks fine --oops-- Emotional set back, uuhhmmmmm.... hanging on. And a place call office to go to every morning. Done reality check. Time to wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113189382925950744?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113189382925950744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113189382925950744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113189382925950744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113189382925950744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113065391452628608</id><published>2005-10-31T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:01:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Less than 24 hours from now I'm gonna see Afif. I don't care if it's not his wake-up time yet, he has to pick me up at the airport when I arrive tomorrow morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;But I already dread the day I'm gonna leave again :( I'll just skip that day and leave a day early...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113065391452628608?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113065391452628608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113065391452628608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113065391452628608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113065391452628608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/10/anticipating.html' title='Anticipating'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113022397636355252</id><published>2005-10-28T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:10:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires and a touch that never hurts."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113022397636355252?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113022397636355252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113022397636355252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113022397636355252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113022397636355252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/10/have-heart-that-never-hardens-temper.html' title=''/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-113012405595862063</id><published>2005-10-24T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:14:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't Agree More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One Thing That Really Makes Us Sober In This World Is The Sheer Cold Fact That We Can Only Do Our Best. The Rest Ya Sebagaimana Izin Allah..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aditya Mulya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The very thought can miraculously be the source of my strength and serenity at times of near insanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-113012405595862063?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/113012405595862063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=113012405595862063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113012405595862063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/113012405595862063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/10/couldnt-agree-more.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Agree More'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112987872771287899</id><published>2005-10-21T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:32:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency Landing In Puerto Rico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Strange dream last night. My dreams are always weird anyway. They almost always overlap in time, people, location, happenings. Last night I was on a supposedly small airplane that all the sudden opened up to a luxurious huge ballroom and served fine dining. And then the plane had to make an emergency landing due to engines failure. Guess where my dream randomly picked an airport? An airforce base in Puerto Rico. The first two things on my mind were that Puerto Rico is a US territory so we'll be safe --Dunno where I got the idea from-- and the other was 'Isn't Ricky Martin from Puerto Rico?'. Then the pilot gathered us to give explanation of the situation but he stopped and went back to look for his manual. I thought he meant a book on 'Flying Aircraft For Dorks' but he came back with a motocycle magazine. Weird. I should go check on astrology.com and see what they have to say. I don't think weird dreams have meanings tho'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112987872771287899?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112987872771287899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112987872771287899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112987872771287899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112987872771287899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/10/emergency-landing-in-puerto-rico.html' title='Emergency Landing In Puerto Rico'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112921395223248208</id><published>2005-10-13T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:56:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The King Himself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6541/512/1600/Afif%2042%20Oct3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6541/512/200/Afif%2042%20Oct3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Afif Two years and a half. Time Flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saintcatherine/51197588/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;More here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112921395223248208?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112921395223248208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112921395223248208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112921395223248208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112921395223248208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/10/king-himself.html' title='The King Himself'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112834054091122332</id><published>2005-10-03T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:11:36.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Fail You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I believe all along that Friends never fail you. Always there when you're down. Always there whenever you're in need of entertainment and comfort. Always there to let you forget all your troubles. Always there to put a big smile on your face. Even to make you laugh until you come crawling down on the floor. And even when you're falling asleep, they keep going until all 4 episodes of the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about the 'Friends' series. You know Rachel, Monica, &amp; Joey. Yeah, those stupid characters but couldn't live without them. No offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think about it, my friends can do those role perfectly too. Only that they're not machine operated device that you can push the button when ever you need. That's why we don't break them to pieces or smash them onto the wall when we fail each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112834054091122332?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112834054091122332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112834054091122332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112834054091122332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112834054091122332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/10/never-fail-you.html' title='Never Fail You'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112072371203410004</id><published>2005-09-12T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:35:56.053+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How 'Bout That...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Talked to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saintcatherine/3535490/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;little guy here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ai sayang Bunda Lia?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;'..., ..., ..., Ndaaaa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooouuuchh... How 'bout that for a stab right through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Ow Well... I caught him in the wrong time. His mom went 'He answers no to every question now' to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112072371203410004?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112072371203410004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112072371203410004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112072371203410004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112072371203410004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-bout-that.html' title='How &apos;Bout That...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112645119914541350</id><published>2005-09-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:53:21.728+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just To... Maybe To... Or to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Just got back from Bandung with the grandparents and aunts. My back still hurts and I got a light headache. I need a 12-hour sleep to recharge. I wish I don't have to show up for work tomorrow --but then most probably my paycheck won't show up for me--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to babysit for Syawal on Saturday. I had promised. But I went to BDG with the aunts and grandparents instead with the presumption that the baby was gonna come with us. But his mom decided to bring him to work with her. I felt bad. Not too much... I mean, I would always babysit for him anytime. This is probably the first time I 'left' him. Besides, I really thought he would come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two points above sums up my regular weekend. It's either the grandparents or babysitting for me. I have a pathetic social life :). If you count family get together as a social event then I definetely have a vibrant social life. I'm not complaining. My family is fun --seriously, you should meet my grandpa-- We crack up jokes all the time. And baby Syawal is too adorable not to babysit for. Just seemingly, come to think about it, that's all I do this past year. Well, I'd have a girls day out with Diva whenever opporrtunity allows --opportunity here means when her husband is out of town or has to work on weekend--. That doesn't come often either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a time for me. I'd squeeze in a couple of hour to go sit in the library. They have an adjacent coffee shop now. But then it only gives me enough time to return books and checked out a couple more --never have finished an entire book at home even after an extended 3 weeks loan--. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I never seem to find time to spend a full day looking for a pair of shoes that is so me --I need a fullweek in that case ;)--. Afif also needs a new jacket. Or just to finish a Nicholas Spark in one sit. Or to have a slumber party at my place or one of the girls'. Ow... This is not an option geographically speaking :D A two-hour bubble bath coming home on Sunday, If I get home on Sunday, is all I look forward to. Put in movies, too. So... My weekend should be alright. But not too... 'social', if there is such term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seemed to have all the time in the world when I was in college. I didnt care much about time management back then. It's either sleep or out with the girls. And just when I know a little, there's not much time to manage. Is the clock ticking faster nowadays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112645119914541350?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112645119914541350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112645119914541350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112645119914541350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112645119914541350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-to-maybe-to-or-to.html' title='Just To... Maybe To... Or to...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112601641558823472</id><published>2005-09-06T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:45:53.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Autumn Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/Autumn%20In%20New%20York.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/Autumn%20In%20New%20York.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's Autumn In New York &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--Ephy and I Love the movie. You should see it if you haven't-- &lt;/span&gt;It doesn't get any prettier than this anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;Pardon me if I seem to be talking about seasons only. Afterall when one season comes the other is just around the corner. Very little time to talk about everything else in life. And afterall it's my blog. I can talk about whatever pleases me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112601641558823472?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112601641558823472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112601641558823472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112601641558823472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112601641558823472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-autumn-again.html' title='It&apos;s Autumn Again'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112559267499726228</id><published>2005-09-02T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:15:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popped Up On My Mind And On My Cell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just got off 'smsan' with Al. I dont talk to her much. Funny was, I thought about her and all the girls the whole day and really wanted to talk to them. She popped up on my cell. I got menstrual cramps which I dont usually get, a bit too much workload that I'm regularly used to, and to sum up my misery, an internal meeting until way pass my punch out time. Phheeeww.. What else do you need besides your best friends' chattering mouth and a bar of Hershey. Since both were unavailable, I had settled for a cup of tea. It's like when all else fail, there's always tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know this is what you get when you choose making life elsewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not complaining.. I'm sighing.. Ow well, Great weekend y'all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112559267499726228?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112559267499726228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112559267499726228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112559267499726228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112559267499726228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/09/popped-up-on-my-mind-and-on-my-cell.html' title='Popped Up On My Mind And On My Cell'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112382691931061727</id><published>2005-08-26T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:38:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Love -- TOEFL Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;___ causes people to fall in love remains one of the most basic human mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A). That&lt;br /&gt;B). What&lt;br /&gt;C). It&lt;br /&gt;D). Whom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an emotion that can not be ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A). Defined easy&lt;br /&gt;B). An easy definition&lt;br /&gt;C). Easily defined&lt;br /&gt;D). Defining Easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;These were in my 2000 practice questions. No matter how intrigued you are to analyse the content of the sentence, try very hard not to. Stick to the structure and make your choice. You will run out of time otherwise if you think about it too long. But besides the point, If you do insist on pondering some more about this four-letter word, I have no suggestion :) Have a great weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112382691931061727?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112382691931061727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112382691931061727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112382691931061727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112382691931061727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/08/truth-about-love-toefl-version.html' title='The Truth About Love -- TOEFL Version'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112496517514041757</id><published>2005-08-25T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:09:40.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Doesn't Come With Instuctions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;santamonica66763 : She's a good person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;santamonica66763 : She deserves everything good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;drum freak : But not every bad person deserves bad thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;santamonica66763 : Agree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;drum freak : Maybe for some, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;drum freak : things doesn't come out like what the Cosmo said&lt;br /&gt;drum freak : and it's okay to dump those magz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;drum freak : then look for another 'bible'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;santamonica66763 : Hehehe... It's fun to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;santamonica66763 : Like to make Newsweek as my bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;santamonica66763 : but it lacks manual on handling life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;November, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112496517514041757?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112496517514041757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112496517514041757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112496517514041757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112496517514041757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-doesnt-come-with-instuctions.html' title='Life Doesn&apos;t Come With Instuctions'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112282766069880803</id><published>2005-08-01T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T12:30:09.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A guy : Let me help you Ma'am&lt;br /&gt;Melanie : No thank you. I can get it&lt;br /&gt;A guy : No, no.. Please&lt;br /&gt;Melanie : NO, really! I got it&lt;br /&gt;A guy : Stupid American woman&lt;br /&gt;Sammy : Mom, that guy just called you stupid&lt;br /&gt;Melanie : Well I am stupid sometimes honey. But I'd rather be stupid than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy : After you Ma'am&lt;br /&gt;Melanie : No, after you Sir&lt;br /&gt;Another guy : No, no.. I insist&lt;br /&gt;Melanie : I insist more&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Fine Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112282766069880803?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112282766069880803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112282766069880803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112282766069880803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112282766069880803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/07/control-freak.html' title='Control Freak'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112005771455379915</id><published>2005-07-15T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:53:11.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cozy Corner &amp; Comfy Couch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/sofa131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/sofa131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just add a good book and a cup of choco. And you're all set for the evening. Have a great weekend everybody!&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112005771455379915?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112005771455379915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112005771455379915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112005771455379915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112005771455379915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/07/cozy-corner-comfy-couch.html' title='Cozy Corner &amp; Comfy Couch...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112131185276656825</id><published>2005-07-15T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:14:48.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer On Hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tony Blair inhabits a dangerous world. According to the British prime minister's trusted advisers, the planet is heating up fast. Temperatures in the northern hemisphere are rising more rapidly than at any time in the last thousand years. Hundreds of millions of people are at increased risk from flooding as sea levels rise. Changing weather patterns will exact a "heavy human and economic" cost. And mankind is, to "a greater or lesser extent," to blame.&lt;br /&gt;George W. Bush is more fortunate. His world is much rosier. His advisers do not agree that global warming is underway and do not think that urgent action is called for, according to a leaked draft of the communique for the upcoming G8 summit. The Bushies went through the document and bracketed each point they took issue with. "Anything of any possible significance was between square brackets," says Tony Grayling, head of the sustainability program at the Institute for Public Policy Research, a London-based think tank. The White House hasn't commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Newsweek International July 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So... What else is new? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let's just talk about the weather and leave politics out. It is raining here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;infact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. And it's July. You can say the weather is weird. It's should be summer by now. Good thing about summer is that it's two seasons away to winter.&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/7924012-112131185276656825?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112131185276656825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112131185276656825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112131185276656825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112131185276656825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-on-hold.html' title='Summer On Hold'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112072234721481789</id><published>2005-07-14T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:55:55.979+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic On Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My logic was on a break anyway. My left brain refused to function. It decided to take a long vacation after some years of overwork. Ow well...No biggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7924012-112072234721481789?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112072234721481789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112072234721481789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112072234721481789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112072234721481789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/07/logic-on-leave.html' title='Logic On Leave'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112122340310424448</id><published>2005-07-13T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T12:06:02.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afif Naya Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saintcatherine/25600638/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" alt="Afif Naya Kiss" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/25600638_a1d3b81854_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saintcatherine/25600638/"&gt;Afif Naya Kiss&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/saintcatherine/"&gt;St. Catherine&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy didn't know what to do when a girl kissed him... Cute :) I think Naya knows her way around boys early on.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112122340310424448?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112122340310424448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112122340310424448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112122340310424448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112122340310424448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/07/afif-naya-kiss_112122340310424448.html' title='Afif Naya Kiss'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-112070471730865984</id><published>2005-07-07T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T14:58:50.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo...By The Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/USatNight_3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/USatNight_3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Birthday... To the Land Of The Free And The Home Of The Brave. Whatever good for you is good for the world. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-112070471730865984?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/112070471730865984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=112070471730865984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112070471730865984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/112070471730865984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/07/ooby-way.html' title='Oo...By The Way...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-111629552628983254</id><published>2005-05-17T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:40:31.355+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question Of Abnormality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;'When a man is tired of London, He is tired of Life..'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Samuel Johnson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When a man is tired of Jakarta, he's normal. Well...depends on what kind of living do you have in mind. Then we can question abnormality.. Just where ever you are, life is what you make it. Right?... Wrong?&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/7924012-111629552628983254?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/111629552628983254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=111629552628983254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/111629552628983254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/111629552628983254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/05/question-of-abnormalcy.html' title='A Question Of Abnormality'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-111580977150930873</id><published>2005-05-11T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:07:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untamed Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I am not very good with people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: Do you like music, Caroline? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: Mmm. That's the first time I heard you say my name. It sounded... nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: Would you like to listen to my records Caroline?... Caroline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: What's your dog's name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I don't know. He never told me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;[During her beauty exam] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: Lady, I'm not butchering your hair! It's a free haircut so stop your bitching before I cut it all off, you fat cow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: First guy to walk out of my life, definetly not the last. Funny things, you and me. You always stayin' away from love, me always chasin' after it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: My life is like watching The Three Stooges in Spanish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Cindy: It's not right to feel shitty this time of year, but everybody does. It's like this is life and once you go through it long enough you realize what the flavor is. And it sure ain't vanilla! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I follow you home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: You follow me home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I wasn't finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: Finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I follow you home to make sure you're... safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: Well I never see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I stay pretty far behind. I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: Well, I mean, don't be sorry... I just... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I wasn't finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: Finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I am sorry I was late that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: I never hear you speak and when you do you apologize for saving me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I wonder if you think about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: Of course I think about you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I wasn't finished! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: Finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I wonder if you think about me half as much as I think about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: I have fallen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: Are you hurt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: I wasn't finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: Finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: I have fallen so in love with you, so much more than I said I would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: He don't make sense, I don't make sense, together we make sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I love hockey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: You didn't even know what a power-play was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: I know. But next time you can tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: You are my peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: You just wished on a planet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: Figures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: He was like an angel, you know? I never knew life could be like that. He was the one thing I followed through in my life, the one thing I didn't give up on. I was good at loving him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: Magic records and a baboon heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Caroline: What did the doctor say?&lt;br /&gt;Adam: That I'm not allowed to stick knives in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: Adam your heart is diseased! You need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Adam: But this is my heart! I'm afraid that if they take it away I won't be able to love you the same. Caroline: You don't really love with your heart, it's just a saying. You love with your mind and soul, not you heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Adam: [Touching his chest] Then how come I hurt here when you're not with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Too lame..? Too bad... bite me...I've seen it hundreds of times ( Ok, I'm exaggerating ).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-111580977150930873?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/111580977150930873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=111580977150930873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/111580977150930873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/111580977150930873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/05/untamed-heart.html' title='Untamed Heart'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-111520639584316972</id><published>2005-05-04T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:34:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Jakarta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NBC Nightly News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Congested South: As millions of Americans move South in search of the "good life," they're dealing with a big city problem: Traffic. Don Teague reports tonight from Atlanta, where commuters are coping with congestion, construction, big trucks and bad drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:) they haven't seen nothing yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-111520639584316972?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/111520639584316972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=111520639584316972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/111520639584316972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/111520639584316972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/05/think-jakarta.html' title='Think Jakarta...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-111510226633657245</id><published>2005-05-03T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T14:37:46.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Conversation...Talking About The Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Lovely morning! Cloudy, my kinda weather. I even forgot to brush my hair leaving for office :) Like, who cares about bad hair day when it's beautiful outside. Thank God for the shampoos nowadays, they leave your hair untangled :) Anyway, talking about weather,... &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Amazing how the weather can clear out instantly after a storm&lt;/span&gt;. Ofcourse, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the contrary applies&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to human moods... If you know what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-111510226633657245?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/111510226633657245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=111510226633657245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/111510226633657245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/111510226633657245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/05/making-conversationtalking-about.html' title='Making Conversation...Talking About The Weather'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-111503206405021459</id><published>2005-05-02T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:01:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup Of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saintcatherine/11935957/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://photos10.flickr.com/11935957_6e99a4ef08_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saintcatherine/11935957/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Beyondsky_glass_of_water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/saintcatherine/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;St. Catherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The idea of romantic things in life..., besides winter ofcourse. Too solitary? Tell me about it..hhuummpphh. Can't help my taste. Take it as a different point of view if you dont agree with me. Just dont conclude anything :) I just so happen to like them. By the way, all these were taken by Beyondsky and posted without permission. Oh well, not that I'm using them commercially anyway. So here they are... Click for more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-111503206405021459?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/111503206405021459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=111503206405021459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/111503206405021459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/111503206405021459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/05/cup-of-water.html' title='Cup Of Water'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110965037592311516</id><published>2005-03-01T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T12:12:55.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fine Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Talking about hazelnut coffee... A cup of espresso and a slice of cheese cake is a fine idea this time of the day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110965037592311516?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110965037592311516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110965037592311516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110965037592311516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110965037592311516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/02/fine-idea_28.html' title='A Fine Idea'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110932499964460045</id><published>2005-02-25T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:19:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Of Winter?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Was browsing by people's blog and noticing people have started to welcome Spring. Me never want Winter to end. The serenity of watching the falling snow in stillness, not of motion, but of sound. It's like there's a kind of hush, borrowing a song title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Should have a picture to illustrate but as you know.. I lost my Hello. Ok, I dont wanna bring it up again. It's too painful..!?!?!? :) Suddenly want a sprinkle of cinnamon on my hazelnut coffee.. Sooo Winter... &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/7924012-110932499964460045?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110932499964460045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110932499964460045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110932499964460045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110932499964460045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/02/sound-of-winter_25.html' title='Sound Of Winter?!?!'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110906137255067941</id><published>2005-02-22T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:36:10.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papercut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;If you play with fire, you will get burnt. If you play with paper, you will get papercut. I get that almost everyday now working with load of paper. A slight cut all over my hands. Most likely I will find out that I just got another one in the shower. You know how cuts are with soap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110906137255067941?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110906137255067941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110906137255067941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110906137255067941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110906137255067941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/02/papercut_22.html' title='Papercut'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110870783683183327</id><published>2005-02-18T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T14:46:36.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited Access</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Not only did the IT guys at the office ban Friendster and Yahoo Messenger, they also have taken away my privilege as the administrator of my station due to the excessive download of...porns! Let me remind you that my station is public. Anybody at my departement can log in to it using their own account or mine. I have no way of knowing who has used my pc but I know someone has misused it when the virus scan keeps popping up detecting trojans. But what has made it all the more miserable for me is that Hello has been deleted so I can no longer post picture to my blog :( And I cant re-install it. They have to reinstate my access. I'm gonna bomb the IT Dept. and shoot those editors... While I'm at it, you guys have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110870783683183327?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110870783683183327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110870783683183327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110870783683183327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110870783683183327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/02/limited-access.html' title='Limited Access'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110845168931902169</id><published>2005-02-15T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:31:35.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Afif &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;This was written early January. I spent New Year with my family and friends in Makassar. It was alright. The bye-bye part with Ai was a bit of a drag. But not until the take off. I always intent to appear strong and tough in front of people. There he was holding a yellow race car toys and looking up at me as I was ready to give him my good-bye hug. I couldnt stand the look on his face. 'Da..da..NdaLia'. On the plane, the gentleman sat beside me was kind enough to distract my attention by keep making conversation. He noticed I was breaking down. I thanked him but never got to know his name. During his succesful effort to make me feel better, He was very resourseful on Malaysian goverment structure. I mean, what else would we talk about, we just met. He also said, if you are away from home you should be extra extra tough. He was talking to the toughest girl :) on planet earth who was all falling apart to pieces looking out the dissapearing blinking city and car lights way up from the plane window trying to spot one light. The light of her universe :(. I should've not taken the window seat. Anyway, I got snap shots of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saintcatherine/4831644/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ai and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He just got his head shaved. He was refusing the scissor, or whatever the tool is the barber used, touching his head until the buzzer moved up and down his head and imitated a running car. Little boys and cars, go figure. Mind me saying that He is the most adorable little creature brought into my life. Not because He's mine, but because it's so true. I've gotten better without him though. The first days I was ever away from Him, I remember six months ago in a grocery trying so hard to fight back the tears only from brushing by the baby socks alley. &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/7924012-110845168931902169?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110845168931902169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110845168931902169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110845168931902169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110845168931902169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/02/baby-afif-me_110845168931902169.html' title='Baby Afif &amp; Me'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110733317694588477</id><published>2005-02-02T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T13:23:36.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;The view of downtown Jakarta from my office window is quite fascinating. Not the beauty, but the jam-packed traffic and the irregular pattern of the buildings and streets. From 17th floor, I can see all the way across town. Since moving into the new office, we have 500% ( yes, 500% ) more work to do. It doesnt take 10 minutes for me to fall asleep when my head touches the pillow. Home at 8, in bed by 9. I used to feel sorry for those whose jobs are holding them after office hour. They may now welcome me to the club. It feels more and more like 'having a job' and actually have works to be done that is related to my occupation. You know, besides books, blogging, lounging, and all the fun stuff I got to do before. Is that my cue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&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/7924012-110733317694588477?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110733317694588477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110733317694588477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110733317694588477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110733317694588477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-office.html' title='New Office'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110733161299846009</id><published>2005-02-01T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T16:51:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Nash : There could be a mathematical explanation for how bad that tie is.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Alicia : It's called "life," John. Activities available; just add meaning.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Alicia : I need to believe, that something extraordinary is possible.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Alicia : God must be a painter. Why else would we have so many colors?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nash : Find a truly original idea. It is the only way I will ever distinguish myself. It is the only way I will ever matter.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nash : Alicia, does our relationship warrant long-term commitment? I need some kind of proof, some kind of verifiable, empirical data.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia : How big is the universe?&lt;br /&gt;Nash : Infinite.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia : How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Nash : I know because all the data indicates it's infinite.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia : But it hasn't been proven yet.&lt;br /&gt;Nash : No.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia : You haven't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;Nash : No.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia : How do you know for sure?&lt;br /&gt;Nash : I don't, I just believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia : It's the same with love I guess.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nash : I've gotten used to ignoring them and I think, as a result, they've kind of given up on me. I think that's what it's like with all our dreams and our nightmares, Martin, we've got to keep feeding them for them to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nash : I've made the most important discovery of my life. It's only in the mysterious equation of love that any logical reasons can be found. I'm only here tonight because of you. You're the only reason I am... you're all the reasons I am.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nash : Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110733161299846009?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110733161299846009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110733161299846009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110733161299846009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110733161299846009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/02/beautiful-mind.html' title='Beautiful Mind'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110612760618593185</id><published>2005-01-19T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T15:36:39.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take The World And Give It Your Own Name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm not too crazy about New Year. It's just a term referring the new period of the earth circulating the sun. Is it? A bit late, was gonna post this for the occasion, but anyway... It's from my fave movie, Wedding Planner. The scene, Mary was home from work, opened the door to her apartment, hang the keys on the hook, put her bag on the foyer desk,... not important. Singing this sort of pumping up the spirit. Like you can take the world and give it your own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In Good Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can make believe/That everything makes sense/And there's no need to worry now/Coz' you're not like all the rest.../Living with only your heart/A new day arrives &amp;amp; its only the start/Of Something already here/The sky's open up/And its perfectly clear.../It's all waiting for you/You can take the world/And give it your own name/It's all there waiting for you/No matter what you find/You will never be the same.../Smile for the picture man dear/Its another day, another dream, ANOTHER NEW YEAR/And who knows what you'll find/But it's all comin' round/All in good time.../When you're standing alone/Facing the darkness/I did know /I know your light will never fade away/You will always be the one to shine...In good time. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Sheely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110612760618593185?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110612760618593185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110612760618593185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110612760618593185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110612760618593185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/01/take-world-and-give-it-your-own-name.html' title='Take The World And Give It Your Own Name!'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110612873849366468</id><published>2005-01-18T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:14:23.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Is It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;If it's because of his/her eyes or his/her lips or his/her great body,&lt;br /&gt;It's not love, it's LUST.&lt;br /&gt;If it's because of his/her intelligence and practicality and insights about life,&lt;br /&gt;It's not love, it's ADMIRATION.&lt;br /&gt;If it's because he/she cries every time you try to leave,&lt;br /&gt;It's not love, it's PITY.&lt;br /&gt;If it's because he/she makes you forget to eat and sleep and study,&lt;br /&gt;It's not love, it's INFATUATION.&lt;br /&gt;If it's because he/she seems to be too weak to stand on his/her own,&lt;br /&gt;It's not love, it's CONCERN.&lt;br /&gt;If it's because he/she looks like your ex,&lt;br /&gt;It's not love it's TRANSFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;If you can lay down your life for him/her,&lt;br /&gt;It's not love, it's HEROISM.&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you do not know why you seem to be attracted to a certain person love has its reason that reason cannot understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehehe. Puzzled? Join the club. This has made it all the more complicated, given that no definition has ever been accepted by my tangled and complex comprehension of 'the big word'. Or maybe you don't need to define it. Some people do last a lifetime without ever defining what love is. Or maybe it's not always the first on the list. Like.. people can get by without it. So what's the fuss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110612873849366468?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110612873849366468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110612873849366468' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110612873849366468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110612873849366468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-what-is-it.html' title='So What Is It?'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110595963665856791</id><published>2005-01-17T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T15:27:18.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technicalities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;People seem to have theories on how to reach happiness and live life succesfully. At the end it's all about technicalities..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110595963665856791?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110595963665856791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110595963665856791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110595963665856791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110595963665856791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/01/technicalities.html' title='Technicalities'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110570130720833925</id><published>2005-01-14T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T19:15:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot To Talk About</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tuesday on NBC Nightly News ( 01/12/05 ) with Brian Williams:&lt;br /&gt;What's up with Mother Earth? ... from the deadly tsunami in Southeast Asia to record rainfall in California and 70-degree January days in New York City, the world's climate seems to have taken an unexpected turn.  NBC's Kerry Sanders talks to an earth scientist to find out what's happening.  Is it all some sort of warning sign from our planet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can you tell I have a lot to talk about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110570130720833925?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110570130720833925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110570130720833925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110570130720833925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110570130720833925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/01/lot-to-talk-about.html' title='A Lot To Talk About'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110507785672824155</id><published>2005-01-07T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:04:16.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sign Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Almost a month without a single post. I'm a disgrace to the blogging world. I'll see you guys in a bit. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110507785672824155?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110507785672824155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110507785672824155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110507785672824155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110507785672824155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-sign-of-life.html' title='No Sign Of Life'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110266262464103587</id><published>2004-12-10T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T13:30:57.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'Grown Up' (?!?!) Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/snow.tree%20the%20plaza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/snow.tree%20the%20plaza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Was wondering if I can ask for snow in my Christmas list. Either it's being brought to me or I'm being brought to it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110266262464103587?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110266262464103587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110266262464103587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110266262464103587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110266262464103587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-grown-up-christmas-wish.html' title='My &apos;Grown Up&apos; (?!?!) Christmas Wish'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110239220912696874</id><published>2004-12-08T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:16:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Days To Christmas, But Who's Counting!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Christmas is not Christmas without Christmas movies. We have our favorite &lt;em&gt;Home Alone&lt;/em&gt; series ready. I saw &lt;em&gt;Serendipity&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;While You Were Sleeping&lt;/em&gt; few days ago.  Thought I started early. Dont I always get ahead of the season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While Your Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : You give up your seat every day in the train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : Well... But that's not heroic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : It is to the person who sits in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Joe Jr. : O.K., Lucy, it's either me or him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Joe Jr. : You don't have to answer right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : Doesn't anybody use a phone anymore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Joe Jr. : I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : I'm not talking about 900 numbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Joe Jr. : Who told you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : The truth was that I fell in love with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ox Callahan : You fell in love with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : No, N-o, yes. All of you. I went from being all alone to being a fiancee, a daughter a granddaughter, a sister and a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jerry : You're born into a family. You do not join them like you do the Marines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jack : What do you know about my family? Spending a week with them does *not* make you an expert! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : Spending a *lifetime* with them, hasn't make you one, either! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : Do you believe in love at first sight? Nah, I betcha don't, you're probably too sensible for that. Or have you ever, like, seen somebody? And you knew that, if only that person *really* knew you, they would, well, they would of course dump the perfect model that they were with, and realize that YOU were the one that they wanted to, just, grow old with. Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven't even talked to? Have you ever been so alone you spend the night confusing a man in a coma? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lucy : It's just... I never met anyone I could laugh with. You know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Elsie : I don't drink anymore... I don't drink any less, either! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Elsie : I like Mass better in Latin. It's nicer when you don't know what they're saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : Ashley! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley : Scumbag! You're engaged? May I remind you-you proposed to me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : You said no. We broke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley : No, no. I was confused, we stepped back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : You moved to Portugal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley : Yes, well, I didn't think you were going to run out and marry the first bimbo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : Lucy's not a bimbo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley : Lucy? Lucy who? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : I don't remember. I have amnesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley : Amnesia. Oh that's rich. Alright, fine! I want my stuff back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : Then I want my stuff back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley : What stuff? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : Your nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley : [shocked] You can't have my nose back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : I paid for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley : [gesturing to her breasts] Well then here! You paid for these too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : Keep it. I'm a changed man Ashley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley : Go ahead. Go ahead and marry her, you one-balled bastard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Priest : Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : I object. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saul : Oh, geez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Priest : I didn't get to that part yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jack : I would have to object too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Priest : What about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : I'm thinking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley : Peter Callahan is engaged to me. I object to this wedding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Priest : Get in line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley's husband : And I object to your objection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mary Callaghan : Who's that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : Ashley's husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Midge Callaghan : You proposed to a married woman? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peter : Yes. And I'm in a coma when my brother makes a play for my- sort of my fiancée &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : I've had a really lousy Christmas, you've *just* managed to kill my New Year's, if you come back on Easter- you can burn down my apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : You don't have to walk me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jack : You block the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jack : I want you... not to be unhappy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy : Peter once asked me, when it was that I fell in love with Jack, and I told him, it was 'while you were sleeping'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7924012-110239220912696874?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110239220912696874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110239220912696874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110239220912696874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110239220912696874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/12/seventeen-days-to-christmas-but-whos.html' title='Seventeen Days To Christmas, But Who&apos;s Counting!?!'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110232050844158551</id><published>2004-12-06T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T16:08:28.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's On Your Mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'...A penny for your thought?..' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mommy Walker, One Saturday brunch in June some years ago, Bamboo House, our favourite Chinese restaurant for weekend. Me sitting by the big glass window overlooking highway 69 watching the cars passing by or so I thought... Or thoughts adrifting gazing vacantly into the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7924012-110232050844158551?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110232050844158551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110232050844158551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110232050844158551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110232050844158551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/12/whats-on-your-mind.html' title='What&apos;s On Your Mind?'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110206664566776464</id><published>2004-12-03T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T17:54:32.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry Maguire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Dorothy : I've had three lovers in the past four years, and they all ran a distant second to a good book and a warm bath.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Dorothy : Maybe love shouldn't be such hard work.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Jerry Maguire : What do you want from me? My soul? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Dorothy : Why not? I deserve that much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Jerry Maguire : I love you. You... complete me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Dorothy : Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at "hello."&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110206664566776464?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110206664566776464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110206664566776464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110206664566776464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110206664566776464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/12/jerry-maguire.html' title='Jerry Maguire'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110188696350233363</id><published>2004-11-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:35:53.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Comfortable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Lovely morning, fine misty weather, a good start of the day. I came up to my floor and smelled my shower cream. A sweet invigorating scent of orange aromatheraphy. I wonder if the cleaning guy did use some shower cream to mop the floor. He didn't ofcourse, but the liquid he used is also scented with orange aromatheraphy. I guess more and more people need every possible form of mind relaxing theraphy. But the exact same fragrance on my skin and on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I surprisingly had some work to be done at the office that took up most of the day. I wasn't exactly drowning in a sea of paperworks that you can't see me sitting behind my desk. Enough to make me forget to return 2 calls and extend my book loan. My frantic day would be a shorter-list day for everyone else. Anyway, this is like waiting for another shoe to drop. I've told myself not to get too comfortable. But 4 months is getting-too-comfortable. &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/7924012-110188696350233363?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110188696350233363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110188696350233363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110188696350233363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110188696350233363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/getting-comfortable.html' title='Getting Comfortable?'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110135635506910551</id><published>2004-11-25T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T15:38:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Some Seasons Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/Scribbled.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/Scribbled.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;...When the going gets tough and the tough gets going. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-110135635506910551?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110135635506910551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110135635506910551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110135635506910551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110135635506910551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/from-some-seasons-ago.html' title='From Some Seasons Ago...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110126812401312708</id><published>2004-11-24T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:54:15.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So American...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maikel : Alhamdulillah fine. Tgl 25 hari Kamis, tapi seingatku biasanya hari Selasa sekolah mulai libur. Why? Dont tell me you're celebrating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Santamonica66763 : Not in a festive way. But why not? We can thank God everyday but I think it's a good idea to have a day where giving thanks is... official?!?! I'd like to wish Happy Thanksgiving to my hostfam. Was gonna wish you too but seemingly you don't acknowledge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maikel : Since you define it as to be thankful to God, I agree with you. It's just the idea of American culture thing discouraged me. With your perspective, I'd go along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Santamonica66763 : Iya sih kadang2 I reminisce moment like Thanksgiving and Christmas in US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maikel : I see.. You have good old times memory with these events. I guess I never really grasp Thanksgiving, I thought it all about European coming to America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Santamonica66763 : Is it? I never really know the history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here's a kiddy site on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zeeks.com/439.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;The History of Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;. And... I took a silly test on 'What Part of Thanksgiving are You?'. Result is... &lt;em&gt;'You Are the Stuffing. You're complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together. People miss you if you're gone - but they're not sure why.'&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. Happy Thanksgiving! &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/7924012-110126812401312708?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110126812401312708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110126812401312708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110126812401312708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110126812401312708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-american_23.html' title='So American...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-110007006100107973</id><published>2004-11-10T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:34:55.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Grand. Really...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Three months going on four. Never thought before I'd last this long. Keep checking on papers and got ecstatic to find some that I could project myself devoted to for a long period of time, before, and after, finding my way back to school. They suit the rather perfect scheme of gratifying work. I don't have any idea for a peace resolution in Middle East, nor do I have the courage to work for the refugee in armed conflict area. Nothing grand. Perhaps one that will make me contented at the end of the day and coming home knowing I have directly made a difference in people's life, even the tiniest, because I have worked for a cause, not merely for the purpose of paying the bills, getting a sweater that is so me, or buying chinas for mom. If there's one that encompasses all that, I don't see why not. Now, one can say, I'm having too much fun with much abandonment to my yearning. I fool around some 80% of my work hour and manage to get the task done promptly. Day in day out, I would slouch on the sofa in the lounge reading novels over French vanilla coffee. Either that or browsing, blogging, chatting, or talking on the phone. Sounds like a treat? You bet. But why do I want something else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I can stop one heart from breaking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I shall not live in vain; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;If I can ease one life the aching, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Or cool one pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Or help one fainting robin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Unto his nest again,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not live in vain.&lt;br /&gt;--Emily Dickinson--&lt;br /&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/7924012-110007006100107973?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/110007006100107973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=110007006100107973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110007006100107973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/110007006100107973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/nothing-grand-really.html' title='Nothing Grand. Really...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109999121075018593</id><published>2004-11-09T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:01:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way He Remembers Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;He's not so difficult to please. He spends a lot of time playing with scattered pieces of paper with car pictures his mom had ripped out from mags. He would mumble holding the paper as if he was reading or telling stories. It just made my day that he likes to do it.&lt;br /&gt;He has an album full of car pics that he looks for first thing he wakes up in the morning. After tossing away his bottle ofcourse. Later in the afternoons, I would sit him on my lap, start turning pages and pointing at the pictures and saying things like telling him a story. Just make up stuffs. You will quickly bore your self up with all the rambling sentences you came up with, but He wouldn't let you stop and would tap your hand on the page when you did. Car pictures are fine for now. Next step, Dickens &amp;amp; Hemingway. &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/7924012-109999121075018593?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109999121075018593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109999121075018593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109999121075018593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109999121075018593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/way-he-remembers-me.html' title='The Way He Remembers Me'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109998466190481010</id><published>2004-11-09T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:37:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'..Bill and I got married following our first-born/Daddy left this gas and convenience store just before he died/And I was only nineteen when I had my third baby/Sometimes I think maybe I should have left here long ago/Travelers are stopping by check their oil and their P.S.I./Gas up and away they fly moving down the line/But this beat up truck and worn out shoes/Always giving me the blues/Bill is sucking down the booze nearly every night/I've never seen the city lights how they must shine so bright/Not like this country night the sky's black as coal/And this gas station mountain home/Not a thing to call my own/I wish I was alone with a penny to my name/Strangers say this mountain here is beautiful beyond compare/But it's just a dumb old mountain there/I see it every day/If I could see a sunset skies over fields of grain or ocean tides/City skyline in the night I'll be dancing till the dawn/Maybe Bill and I someday will find a chance to get away/Until then it's here I'll stay wishing on a star..' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Roger Henderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this fit the description of simple life? Or is life never simple anyhow you live it... Hehehe. I think life is how you make it. It's all in the mind... &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/7924012-109998466190481010?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109998466190481010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109998466190481010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109998466190481010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109998466190481010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/simple-life.html' title='Simple Life'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109997367126202422</id><published>2004-11-09T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:02:41.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Although You Are Self-Reliant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Nothing beats knowing the fact that there are people in your life who would gladly go out of their way to do simple, even big, favor for you. Even the ones who are not obliged to you. They come as surprise when you least expect them to. One sense of security covered, sixteen thousand more to go. &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/7924012-109997367126202422?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109997367126202422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109997367126202422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109997367126202422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109997367126202422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/although-you-are-self-reliant.html' title='Although You Are Self-Reliant'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109988724865262040</id><published>2004-11-08T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:39:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Empowerment on Second Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ladies... If you are in your late 20's and single, You might wanna switch your reading from Cosmopolitan to... say... Parent's Guide. Hahaha... Cosmo makes you feel supergood to be single. And dwell on the idea. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A conversation over the best marble cheese cake in town with old friends ignited the thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-109988724865262040?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109988724865262040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109988724865262040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109988724865262040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109988724865262040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/girl-empowerment-on-second-thought.html' title='Girl Empowerment on Second Thought'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109962467491922973</id><published>2004-11-05T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T15:29:49.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/Afif8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/200/Afif8.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;This heartbreaking little guy has not the faintest idea how much I wanna have him in my arms. Can we have early Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-109962467491922973?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109962467491922973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109962467491922973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109962467491922973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109962467491922973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-heartbreaking-little-guy-has-not.html' title=''/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109938397907192814</id><published>2004-11-02T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:13:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Not Until The Lights Of The Carnival Grew Dim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was one evening of the summer I spent in Owatonna. Mary and I had just got home from the Carnival. Mary had helped setting up the booth for the Democrat. We were tending the booth most of the evening. I met many people and remarkably remembered all of their names, even a week later. Mary was particularly impressed by that. I drained half of my energy for that actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the evening at the carnival, I wandered off. I found it amusing how big the turkeys were that had won purple ribbon, or yellow, or red, or blue --or maybe because I haven't seen many of them before--. There was the school booth. They put up the children's art work. That must have meant a lot for the kids for everybody to see their works. My favorite was the nursery manor's booth. The elderlies had made recycled greeting cards, bookmarks, and flower arrangements. I bought almost every card they put on display that day. For 50 cents each, you couldn't get any better deal. And of course there were cotton candy, corn dogs, taffy, and lemonade at just about every turn of the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the very hamburger I had for dinner that evening that has made me decide to never have any more hamburger. The hamburger meat was so juicy and almost shocking pink. I took it as it was raw. So when, later on, Daddy Orville made hamburger for our barbecue nights out on the lawn, I refused them as many times. Sometimes I couldn't bear the look of disappointment on his face, I insisted on only eating around the edge of the hamburger where the meat would most likely be done. Fair enough. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I had to let him down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;the one time he barbecued for us toads or frogs or something in that species. Raw hamburger was one thing, and four-legged jumping green creature was another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my little adventure at the carnival and worried a bit if my roaming alone lead me lost. I was, and am, never good with direction. But throw me a map, I'll figure it out. It was probably a simpler version of Alice in wonderland. Although I can't remember how the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Anna then who had found me and told me that we were ready to head home. Anna, for me, was a mixture of Kelly Osborne, minus the minus attitude, Edie Brickel, and Princess Diana. Got the picture? She is a very friendly girl without being too lively with pink hair and snake pet. She was trying to make me feel comfortable at all time during my stay with her and her family. Without much effort she apparently succeeded. I wish we could have stayed longer at the Carnival but some of the lights were out. It wasn't quite dark yet at 8.30 pm of the summer up north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were home. Mike was working. He was a Pharmacist &amp; a Manager of a 24 hours drug store downtown (if there was a downtown of a small town). He worked odd hours. I think that's how a drug store should operate. Available at any time. I didn't know where Tom was as I never have known. I'd say he was out of town to Wynona where his girlfriend lived. It was a about two hours ride eastern crossing the river and state border to a neighboring Wisconsin. Wynona Rider was actually born there. We dropped off Anna at Megans for sleep-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting on the rocking chair in the living room rocking slowly as I was humming 'The &lt;em&gt;Way We Were&lt;/em&gt;' to Mary's piano play. She said we should call a piano teacher so I can play and sing. We never quite got to it. I had to fly half way across the country down South, leaving the place for the longest time I thought I would never have missed should I had never come to know it. It's a place where you practically awakened in the morning by the chirping summer birds. I would slide the window up and scare away the birds, and was left with a total calmness gazing out the street. I'd still, now and then, be brought to the thought of quiet Owatonna by the smell of a certain kind of wood (I have a very limited knowledge of wood variety, I'd say it's cherry or oak). Or when I see a postman or a story telling at the library, or Oil of Olay, or Campbell soup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &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/7924012-109938397907192814?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109938397907192814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109938397907192814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109938397907192814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109938397907192814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-was-not-until-lights-of-carnival.html' title='It Was Not Until The Lights Of The Carnival Grew Dim'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109929227025181534</id><published>2004-11-01T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T17:39:18.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Winter Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/snow.tracks.bycentralpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/snow.tracks.bycentralpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;I know it's not winter yet but let me get ahead. I'm sure it has started to get chilly now up there. Will it ever snow down here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-109929227025181534?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109929227025181534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109929227025181534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109929227025181534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109929227025181534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/11/winter-person.html' title='A Winter Person'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109877812044142171</id><published>2004-10-26T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:17:39.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter and Cynical?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : I just watched 50 first dates&lt;br /&gt;lovely_ephy : lucu jg ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : not so to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : I expect more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : tp endingnya jg bagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : like most movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : thats how they end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : u prefer unusual ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : perhaps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : life's not always working out the way we plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : and hollywood screenwriter ought to realize that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : they literally selling dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : nah itu kan yg laku skrg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : Capitalist.. lacking moral value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : but it makes people keep dreaming and reach it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : dreaming and daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : are two very diffent things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : we are talking about dreaming right? arent we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : what is your dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : what are they...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : live happily ever after?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : u're not even sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : i really wish sometime life can be like fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : those hollywood movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : have really got into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : yup&lt;br /&gt;lovely_ephy : i wish sometimes we can be that lucky baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : any effort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : nope....just wish that there's a cute nice prince coming to save me&lt;br /&gt;lovely_ephy : heheheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : have you heard Tata Young new song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : No cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : '..I dont wanna be like cinderella waiting in a dark and dusty cellar waiting for somebody to come and set me free I'd rather rescue myself..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lovely_ephy : but at least she lives happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : but you should really have a sense of hero for your self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;santamonica66763 : like you can rescue your self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lovely_ephy : good point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to admit, I enjoy what those Hollywood screenwriter have to offer.  The movies served their purpose. So they're selling dreams. We buy them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-109877812044142171?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109877812044142171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109877812044142171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109877812044142171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109877812044142171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/10/bitter-and-cynical.html' title='Bitter and Cynical?'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109807575153169846</id><published>2004-10-18T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:30:19.560+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'..I thought the 6 am news would never air but it aired and it's time for me to close my eyes while the rest of the world turns and minding their own business..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'..So here we go again. Another beginning of day. Can the time just freeze a while please.. and let me rest some more? What's so enchanting out there anyway? Worth me rushing off my bed. Wonder if my dreams make sequel. A moment pause from reality. I refuse to get along with the world..' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must have been feeling pretty low. College can be a real drag at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the movie &lt;em&gt;Reality Bites&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Michael Grates: Have I stepped over some line in the sands of coolness with you? Because excuse me if somebody doesn't know the secret handshake with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Troy Dyer: There's no secret handshake. There's an IQ prerequisite, but there's no secret handshake.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Troy Dyer: [answering the phone] Hello, you've reached the winter of our discontent.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Vickie: Sometimes I get that not-so-fresh feeling.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lelaina Pierce: I'd like to somehow make a difference in peoples' lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Troy Dyer: And I... I would like to buy them all a Coke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lelaina Pierce: And you wonder why we never got involved?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Troy Dyer: He's the reason Cliffs Notes were invented.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Vickie Miner: I'm late for a jean folding seminar. Let's locomote!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lelaina Pierce: Are you religious? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Michael Grates: Um, uh, I guess uh, I guess I'm, uh a non-practicing Jew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lelaina Pierce: Hey, I'm a non-practicing virgin.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lelaina Pierce: I was really going to be somebody by the time I was 23. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Troy Dyer: Honey, all you have to be by the time you're 23, is yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lelaina Pierce: I don't know who that is anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Troy Dyer: I do. And we all love her. I love her. She breaks my heart again and again. But I love her.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Vickie: Evian is naive spelled backward.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lelaina Pierce: Hey Sammy, what's your goal? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sammy: My goal is... I'd like a career or something.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lelaina Pierce: Alright fine you wanna be in a band fine. Go ahead. Play everynight. Play three times a night! Don't just dick around the same coffee house for five years. Don't dick around with her; or with me. I mean try at something for once in your life, do something about it. But you know what? You better do it now and you better do it fast because the world doesn't owe you any favors.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[assuming the question had no answer at all] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lelaina: Can you define "irony"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Troy Dyer: It's when the actual meaning is the complete opposite from the literal meaning.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlane McGregor: Why dont you get a job at the Burgerrama? they'll hire you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lelaina: Because I was the Valedictorian of my University! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tom Pierce: Well you dont have to put that on your application&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lelaina Pierce: I have to work around here, and unfortunately Troy, you are a master at the art of time suckage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&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/7924012-109807575153169846?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109807575153169846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109807575153169846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109807575153169846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109807575153169846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/10/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites?'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109766218645072360</id><published>2004-10-13T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:33:10.223+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;On my 20th birthday I said to my Mom with a big smile and stretched out hands that I was twenty and all grown up. Mom walked off and non-chalantly said 'To me you're always 5'.&lt;br /&gt;In their minds we never really grow up. &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/7924012-109766218645072360?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109766218645072360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109766218645072360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109766218645072360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109766218645072360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/10/being-children.html' title='Being Children'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109755400429930925</id><published>2004-10-12T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:35:23.772+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Control Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'.. I'm not a control freak. I've got all this little balls up in the air, and if someone tries to catch it, I'll lose them all..'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Melanie Parker-One fine day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0030239"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-109755400429930925?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109755400429930925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109755400429930925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109755400429930925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109755400429930925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/10/from-movie-rally-over-weekend.html' title='Control Freak'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109705073715988166</id><published>2004-10-06T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:40:48.586+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Across from my room I could hear Mommy &amp; Daddy Walker say their bedtime prayer. They thank God for every blessings that day down to the littlest one. They thank God for the strawberry ice cream we had in the living room one day coming home from a mass at 11 pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;They thank God for other people in their lives and the blessings those other people have had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;They asked forgiveness for every mistakes they have done throughout the day and forgiveness for the mistakes of other people they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;.. For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer. Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair. Walk beside the pony Daddy, it's my first ride. I know the cake looks funny Daddy, but I sure tried. With all that I've done wrong, I must have done something right. To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night..&lt;/em&gt;' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bob Carlisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-109705073715988166?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109705073715988166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109705073715988166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109705073715988166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109705073715988166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/10/count-your-blessings_109705073715988166.html' title='Count Your Blessings'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109697123688267986</id><published>2004-10-05T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:43:55.544+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Box of Chocolate On Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The grandparent's. Loads of laundry. Movies. And trying to get every possible mind distraction of passing up two applications deadline. Life is about making decisions. Or is like a box of chocolate,  you never know what you're getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;--Mrs. Gump--&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-109697123688267986?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109697123688267986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109697123688267986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109697123688267986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109697123688267986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/10/box-of-chocolate.html' title='Box of Chocolate On Weekend'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109661847081100639</id><published>2004-10-01T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:30:26.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I To Do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/Brits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/Brits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Library will be closed until November 22 for reopening. Bummer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-109661847081100639?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109661847081100639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109661847081100639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109661847081100639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109661847081100639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-am-i-to-do.html' title='What Am I To Do...'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109661576786439058</id><published>2004-10-01T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:55:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To What Do I Owe The Serenity of The Night Sky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/USatNight_3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1584/320/USatNight_3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Lonestar where are you out tonight? This feeling I'm trying to fight. It's dark and I think that I would give anything for you to shine down on me. How far you are, I just don't know the distance I'm willing to go. I pick up a stone that I cast to the sky. Hoping for some kind of sign&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lee Alexander&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is perfect with the song, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-109661576786439058?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109661576786439058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109661576786439058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109661576786439058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109661576786439058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-what-do-i-owe-serenity-of-night-sky.html' title='To What Do I Owe The Serenity of The Night Sky?'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924012.post-109644874095594675</id><published>2004-09-29T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:48:17.890+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Birthday WIsh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Birthday is not until late next month but I really wanna talk about it. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Was just wishing if I could possibly have the day all to myself.  Dissapear for one day.  No calls, no cards, no, gifts, no kisses, no hugs. I figured if I've spent all my 364 days with people, I'd like to have that one day all to myself. A perfect getaway to a fancy hotel. Order in-room breakfast. Out shopping for a new pair of shoes. Movies. Two hour bath. Dress up nicely and dining downstair. And sleep in a shirt. This can't happen, cause I will have to work that day. Maybe one day. All day my birthday, one birthday somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924012-109644874095594675?l=saintcatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/109644874095594675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924012&amp;postID=109644874095594675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109644874095594675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924012/posts/default/109644874095594675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintcatherine.blogspot.com/2004/09/early-birthday-wish.html' title='Early Birthday WIsh'/><author><name>St.Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16171041297214523384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
