<?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-3484918336066524246</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:34:20.285-07:00</updated><category term='Tonight'/><title type='text'>From Theresa With Love ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-4070842164324998890</id><published>2010-07-25T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T04:30:49.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tonight'/><title type='text'>Serat Salam</title><content type='html'>I am sitting so close to the stage with Jamilah who is just right beside me doing her work.  Tonight's activity is called 'Serat Salam'. It's just for our hostel. We have so much time to spare because we came early to sit as close as we can to the stage. The reason?? Well... we wanted to see a certain Dr. up close. Hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-4070842164324998890?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4070842164324998890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/serat-salam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/4070842164324998890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/4070842164324998890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/serat-salam.html' title='Serat Salam'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-5695949073495258192</id><published>2010-06-30T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:53:35.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Birthday Ever!! SERIOUSLY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past few weeks up to my birthday was really depressing. I had like countless arguements with both my parents and I did my best to annoy them. Since I was already suffering inside,I thought that I should just forget about enjoying my birthday. So I wasnt expecting anything at all for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;However, on the day of my birthday, my Best Friends from secondary school invited me to go jamming with them. Since Amanda and I went to the same music school, I learned the flute while she learned the drum, we wanted to put our musical skills to the test. So we went jamming in Ce&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/TCt0XJXJidI/AAAAAAAAAig/t5VE2vhEV3Q/s1600/29062010157.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ntral Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;The flute of course was an outcast. I couldn't hear myself playing, though I knew it was terrible. Amanda taught me to play the drum which I am proud to say that I learned very fast and I could play the basics now.&lt;br /&gt;Since, there was no Bass player, Sherylyn taught me to play the Bass and I learned it quite fast too. I wish I could learn the flute that fast. And so, our band called 'Silent For A Moment' was born. We still need a vocalist though.&lt;br /&gt;After two hours of jamming, we headed to Upperstar Lintas for dinner. Amanda paid for everything. Thanx so much Manda!! So like always, since we are in Lintas, I offered to buy desserts in Brass Monkey. Charlovie ordered 'Monkey Surprise" which is a cocktail mixed with Vodka, Tequila, Rum, Pina Colada and Lime. It was damn good. However, Ovie didn't like it and so I had to drink half. I remembered Joanne telling me that once you feel your head spinning, better stop. Which I did. I wanted to stay longer in Brass Monkey but my friends wanted to go back so I did not argue.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I did not suspected anything. The lights were switched off which indicated that my parents were asleep already. So I did my normal routine of entering then switching on the television cause JApan was playing. But I realised that Amanda did not drive off after sending me. So I called Ovie since she was still in the car too. She told me that MAnda was on the phone with her sis. Ovie told me that she could see me from inside the house. She was like 'Go and change to your sleeping baju 1st ba'. Which got me thinking, yakan better I wear something comfortable before I watch the game.&lt;br /&gt;I headed towards the stairs then I noticed the rose petal trails which was all the way to my room. I thought my parents were trying to cheer me so I was expecting a present on my bed but when I opened my room door, OMG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Joanne,Jaspy,Byby,Kwong,Nelson,Yap,Max and Chin were all there!! In my unclean room!!&lt;br /&gt;They started singing Happy Birthday and there was a Cake and present. I was so touched!!&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and I saw my parents standing outside their room door singing too!!&lt;br /&gt;All I can say was Oh My Gosh back and back again.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously guys, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw Max recording everything, though I tried to control a bit but I was too happy and speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody went down to eat the cake and my mum bought cola for everyone. So then I started questioning Joanne how she planned everything. I was really happy. I wanted to cry even but I was just too happy.&lt;br /&gt;So when everyone went back, I started cleaning my room. Haha.. I malu ba I didnt fold my blanket and the sofa was full of clothes. I hope you guys were comfortable in my little room while waiting for me for an hour which I feel really guilty.&lt;br /&gt;I love the present!! It's a face towel with a cute flower and the words 'God's Girl'. The cards were even more touching!! Everybody drew something on the card and wrote their messages. I think I did cried when I read them especially Joanne's card which was the last card I read.&lt;br /&gt;I was the happiest then..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/TCt1a7Y-yUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qSwPQlYmh4I/s1600/Sher%281764%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/TCt1a7Y-yUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qSwPQlYmh4I/s320/Sher%281764%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488609676360599874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jamming at Central Plaza. That's the Bass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/TCt1GWj4bxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/kqU5TSo1NTw/s1600/DSC00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/TCt1GWj4bxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/kqU5TSo1NTw/s320/DSC00060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488609322876825362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dinner at Upperstar Lintas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try   {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/TCt02DOBKSI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_hFI6_8uJmI/s1600/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/TCt02DOBKSI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_hFI6_8uJmI/s320/DSC00063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488609042806941986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The 'Monkey Surprise' Cocktail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try   {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/TCtz-dPHW-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/dItKke0BLSs/s1600/01072010216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/TCtz-dPHW-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/dItKke0BLSs/s320/01072010216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488608087718190050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My birthday presents that I love so much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get more pics + videos from Maxie Liew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3484918336066524246-5695949073495258192?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5695949073495258192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-birthday-ever-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/5695949073495258192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/5695949073495258192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-birthday-ever-seriously.html' title='The Best Birthday Ever!! SERIOUSLY!!'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/TCt1a7Y-yUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qSwPQlYmh4I/s72-c/Sher%281764%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-439161841198319007</id><published>2010-05-09T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:42:33.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mütter Tag oder Fußball Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ja,genau. Heute ist Mütter Tag und auch Fußball Tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mütter Tag means mother´s day. I think I got confused with the time difference between Germany and Malaysia because I wished my mummy like 24hours earlier. But I called home today to talk to my parents and wished her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways,in my previous post I mentioned that I discovered alot about myself here particularly my interests. Since I´ve been here,I realized that I have alot of interest in sports. Thanks to my aunt. She is so into sports that every live games eg. tennis, football, snooker, she has to watch which drew me to like it. At first, my uncle and I were making fun of my aunt because snooker is such a boring game and my uncle would say there´s no ´spannung´ which means suspense. But once I understand the game, I was so hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyways, Bayern München(the football team here) won the Bundesliga and is the top football team in the whole of Germany. Today the whole Bayern München football team celebrated their victory with their fans in Marien Platz. I like begged my aunt to go with me to Marien Platz because I´m like a huge fan! I am a huge fan of Philip Lahm! The place was so crowded and free beers for everyone. It was like a huge festival. Wow,football is really a big thing here. Though I can smell beer and cigarette everywhere and so many drunk people, I enjoyed it. When the football players were on the Rathaus(the central building), everyone started singing and cheering. It was so much fun. Once I got a glimpsed of Philip Lahm, I told my aunt to go back. But later when it came out in the television, it wasn´t Philip Lahm. But I don´t regret going at all. I know I did say that I would post more pictures but it is so annoying to upload the images. I have no patience now. Sorry bout the arrangement of the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469384045657610034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S-cnz72cVzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ldsamu5WTp8/s320/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the red banner? The group of people above the banner are the Bayern München footballers. That building is called the Rathaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S-cnXMBNoiI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zVJ8LZMJWIk/s1600/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469383551781544482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S-cnXMBNoiI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zVJ8LZMJWIk/s320/DSC01182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Marien Platz. The huge pointy building is the Rathaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food below is what I had for dinner. My uncle grilled the lamb. He´s a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the picture of the smart car. I can´t take it out and I am too lazy to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, that´s my dream car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S-cm9xIlKSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/a1Asuy1uTNI/s1600/09052010173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469383115067959586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S-cm9xIlKSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/a1Asuy1uTNI/s320/09052010173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S-cpuJCY-7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/492PcZmg19c/s1600/29042010147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469386145141423026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S-cpuJCY-7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/492PcZmg19c/s320/29042010147.jpg" 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/3484918336066524246-439161841198319007?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/439161841198319007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/mutter-tag-oder-fuball-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/439161841198319007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/439161841198319007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/mutter-tag-oder-fuball-tag.html' title='Mütter Tag oder Fußball Tag'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S-cnz72cVzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ldsamu5WTp8/s72-c/DSC01190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-3560976688788660054</id><published>2010-05-02T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:17:12.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guten Tag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not been updating my blog, I was either busy or lazy. So sorry.. I will try to put more effort into blogging. Anyways, since my last post, I have been quite active here. I think it has to do with the weather here. The first few weeks I was here, the weather was pretty cold but now it´s getting better. Now, I can go outside without wearing my jacket. Just a plain t-shirt and short pants would do. And that is considered wearing too much since the girls here just wear bikini and a micro mini skirt on top.&lt;br /&gt;I was also quite busy with my aunt´s Malaysian Club here. I had been attending all their activities. Their first activity I attended was their bowling tournament followed by their monthly meeting and just an hour ago I joined their gathering at a Malaysian Restaurant here in Munich.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, I forgot to take picture!! Nevermind, I think I can get the pictures at the Malaysian Club Bayern website.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I had been spending quite a lot of money! I think holidays like this is very good to discover yourself because I found out a lot about myself especially that I am a shopaholic. I have a month to go and I used 2/3 of my money already. Everything here is so expensive! Maybe that is too exaggerating. Some of the things here are cheap, it´s just that the things that I fall in love with are very expensive. And my aunt is like if you fall in love with it, get it. But how if I fall for everything!? I do try to reason with myself by converting it to Ringgit Malaysia and then think wheather it would be cheaper in Malaysia and the possibility of finding it in Malaysia. It only helped a little. I guess for us it is expensive but for the people here, it is the normal price.&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my money when I was in Kempten three days ago. My aunt´s sister in laws are staying there. So we went there by the suburban train. The weather there is so hot! But not like the weather in Malaysia. It´s like very hot but you can´t sweat. And it is like heaven sitting under the burning hot sun here. Normally, I wouldn´t enjoy being under the sun even for 1 second in Malaysia but somehow I love the sun here.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I have been enjoying my holiday here so much. I do not miss home so much as the first week I was here. I like it more this time I am here compared to two years back. There are more asian people here now. I think I can count like more than 10 asian people when I go around the city plaza. I learned to adapt myself with the people here by not caring about what others think. I try to be brave though I can be shy. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;I will publish some pictures later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchüss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-3560976688788660054?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3560976688788660054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/3560976688788660054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/3560976688788660054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-time.html' title='Spring Time'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-3024873471224266336</id><published>2010-04-20T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:09:54.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3MTgwMTM2MzI1MCZwdD*xMjcxODAxMzk5NjA5JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1lMzgyNzhiMDM5ZTk*/ZjI*OGRjNmFjNDJjYmJiZTA1NSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s274.photobucket.com/albums/jj277/ImFamousForThat/graphics/?action=view&amp;current=music_heart.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj277/ImFamousForThat/graphics/music_heart.jpg" border="0" alt="graphics."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-3024873471224266336?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3024873471224266336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/graphics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/3024873471224266336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/3024873471224266336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/graphics.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj277/ImFamousForThat/graphics/th_music_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-6197880466124004205</id><published>2010-04-10T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T06:02:29.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guten Tag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I uploaded a few pictures. However they are not arranged properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458485290832938434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8Bvc6PKxcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sSNXA3C8v5A/s320/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Häagen Dazs ice-cream it is cheaper here in Germany compared to Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458484807674855650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8BvAyVTgOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qNwcz7qP2aU/s320/DSC01009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This was my scenery when I was walking along the Isar(river) with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8BurKceHcI/AAAAAAAAAg8/FRwWlEOIBEI/s1600/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458484436190240194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8BurKceHcI/AAAAAAAAAg8/FRwWlEOIBEI/s320/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the weather is nice, everybody will hang around the Isar. The flowers are not out yet because it is just the beginning of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8BuXgpjc_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/pN7QucjKcWI/s1600/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458484098553312242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8BuXgpjc_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/pN7QucjKcWI/s320/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the famous Marien Platz in Munich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8BZvJI-GDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/XATPBXmRcjw/s1600/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458461414815307826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8BZvJI-GDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/XATPBXmRcjw/s320/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train stop is just behind me.&lt;br /&gt;My mode of transportation here in Germany is the Tram-train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8BcmV8Vw7I/AAAAAAAAAgU/DR2SJx-aAk8/s1600/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458464562168054706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8BcmV8Vw7I/AAAAAAAAAgU/DR2SJx-aAk8/s320/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around the plaza, Marien Platz while enjoying my hotdog.&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;I will upload more pictures in the future since I will be here for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;1.5 months to go..&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersehen..&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/3484918336066524246-6197880466124004205?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6197880466124004205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/6197880466124004205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/6197880466124004205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S8Bvc6PKxcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sSNXA3C8v5A/s72-c/DSC01015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-8333872616171872996</id><published>2010-04-07T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T06:03:36.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guten Tag!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The weather today is so nice. It is sunny yet cool. It was 20 degrees outside, so my aunt and I decided to walk along the Isar (river). There is a beautiful river just in front of my aunt´s place. Since the weather is nice, a lot of people hangs around the Isar, sunbathing of course. We walked all the way to the city. It feels like walking outside in an air-condition area. We normally use the underground train, bus, suburban train or tram bus when the weather is cold. I did some window shopping in town but not wanting to buy anything yet. I do not want to run out of cash since I will be here for a long time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will update about my time here more in my future post. Man United is playing against Bayern Munich. I can´t miss it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Auf Wiedersehen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-8333872616171872996?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8333872616171872996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunny-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/8333872616171872996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/8333872616171872996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunny-day.html' title='Sunny Day'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-5382254001301888664</id><published>2010-04-03T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:46:59.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gutten Tag..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I´ve arrived safely to my aunt´s place in Germany. My gosh, i was so exhausted. I don´t really enjoy the plane ride from Kota Kinabalu to Kuala Lumpur to Abu Dhabi to Munich. After arriving Kuala Lumpur, my aunt n I had to sprint from one aeroplane to the other because our previous flight was delayed. I was sweating when we reached our second plane. I didn´t even need a sweater nor a blanket to keep me warm during the whole 6hrs in that plane. When we arrived Abu Dhabi, we had to wait for less than an hour before boarding our third plane to Munich. I slept most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455860060310893442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S7cb0YcSc4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ac_B_2R1VVA/s320/Photo0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Munich Airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad when we finally arrived Munich airport. I miss it so much. The last time I was there was 2 years ago. I miss the weather, the smell and even the people. But I still do miss my friends back home more. I didn´t sleep when we reached my aunt´s place instead we went out to do a little shopping. We arrived like 8am German time. In the evening I walked alone to the church near my aunt´s house. The Holy Thursday mass was in German, though I couldn´t understand what the priest was saying but I do understand what was happening after going to so many Holy Thursday masses in the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day, Holy Friday, I spent most of my time at home. This is because all the shops were closed due to holiday. Public holiday here means everyone must be in holiday even the shopkeepers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I will be going out shopping again with my uncle and aunt. Luckily the weather today is a bit warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That´s all for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Auf Wiedersehen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-5382254001301888664?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5382254001301888664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/arrival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/5382254001301888664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/5382254001301888664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/arrival.html' title='Arrival'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S7cb0YcSc4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ac_B_2R1VVA/s72-c/Photo0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-4046216182970492712</id><published>2010-03-29T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:13:32.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should be happy that in 24hours I will be on a plane travelling to Germany but somehow I feel a bit sad. I know that I will be back in 2 months time and time can pass by so fast that everything will be over soon but still I do feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will miss all my friends most of all.&lt;br /&gt;My school friends especially all my classmates, my church buddies and my Stella geng.&lt;br /&gt;I love going out and spending time with everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;I think I would not miss my parents that much. They have been really annoying recently.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some time off from my parents would be good.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, now I am glad that I will be going to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;I have a cool aunt there, no parents and I can do lots and lots of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely bring my precious flute which I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;Learning the flute is harder than learning the guitar but I just love the sound that it makes.&lt;br /&gt;I am so hooked to it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be my last flute lesson until I come back from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;So now packing is mostly done. I can only bring 20kg of luggage so I packed only 5kg of items to bring to Germany so that I can bring back an extra of 15kg.&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I blog, I will be blogging from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;Until then..&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersehen.&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/3484918336066524246-4046216182970492712?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4046216182970492712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/germany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/4046216182970492712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/4046216182970492712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/germany.html' title='Germany'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-9195238947178990446</id><published>2010-02-28T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T07:59:02.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Dearest Toilet Buddy..hehe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happy Birthday Joanne Wee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another BBF of mine all the way from Melaka..&lt;br /&gt;She is extremely smart and very hardworking..&lt;br /&gt;I've known her since in Lower Six..once i heard her talked, I knew she was from Semenanjung..&lt;br /&gt;I got to know her well gradually.. It was just 2yrs ago that I know her but it seems like forever..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;My swimming teacher and toilet buddy..&lt;br /&gt;A future Doctor..&lt;br /&gt;I can always tell her my secrets..hehe.. If the phone in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; my house rings, that will always be her..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A very beautiful person inside and out!&lt;br /&gt;I pray and hope that we will forever be very close!!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S4qRZP67TrI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r4e-tmTbELo/s1600-h/DSCN3555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S4qRZP67TrI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r4e-tmTbELo/s320/DSCN3555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443322962587111090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S4qQ3L8DqCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/hWOAE_7Gswk/s1600-h/Image0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S4qQ3L8DqCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/hWOAE_7Gswk/s320/Image0125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443322377402558498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture..so nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3484918336066524246-9195238947178990446?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9195238947178990446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-my-dearest-toilet-buddyhehe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/9195238947178990446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/9195238947178990446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-my-dearest-toilet-buddyhehe.html' title='To My Dearest Toilet Buddy..hehe..'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S4qRZP67TrI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r4e-tmTbELo/s72-c/DSCN3555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-608887743886261550</id><published>2010-02-23T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T06:18:48.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KYZ</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/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S4PiVsGB3uI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Mp88I-hrQfg/s1600-h/PC250847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S4PiVsGB3uI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Mp88I-hrQfg/s320/PC250847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441441637035269858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwong Yuan Zee,&lt;br /&gt;A funny and goofy guy..&lt;br /&gt;I shall forever remember your kindness..&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever forget us k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;All the best in Curtin... Good luck with everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3484918336066524246-608887743886261550?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/608887743886261550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/kyz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/608887743886261550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/608887743886261550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/kyz.html' title='KYZ'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S4PiVsGB3uI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Mp88I-hrQfg/s72-c/PC250847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-6865086077971865887</id><published>2010-02-13T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:58:18.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishments..</title><content type='html'>Guten Tag!! (Good Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the end of the week..and Chinese New Year will begin in 30mins..&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of myself this few weeks since I have been spending my day productively..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I learned to solve the Rubik Cube..though it is not very fast but I did accomplished what I intended to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am learning to play the Guitar..I am so happy when the tip of my fingers became rough and hard..but my strumming is quite bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I am also learning the German Language..since I am going to Germany end of March..I am taking this free online course from BBC Language where they send to me something new to learn each week via email.. Sehr gut (very good)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, I am going to Joanne's place every weekdays in the evening to swim.. She taught me how to float and I did it!! Now she is teaching me the Frog Swim.. I have a Good teacher..&lt;br /&gt;Actually when I was in kindergarten my parents sent me for swimming lessons and I didn't learned anything from it instead I became so afraid of the water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am planning to learn the flute but my dad wants me to learn the Guitar first..I am more interested in the flute then the Guitar..so I am in the process of begging my dad to allow me to go for flute lessons..I hope I can start learning next month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will continue to be motivated to achieve the things listed above before I continue my studies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Auf wiedersehen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3484918336066524246-6865086077971865887?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6865086077971865887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/accomplishments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/6865086077971865887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/6865086077971865887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/accomplishments.html' title='Accomplishments..'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-6536114509199542324</id><published>2010-02-13T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:22:23.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a song that has been playing on my mind ever since Joanne, Nelson and myself were chatting this afternoon.. It is an old song..but until now it is still playing in my head.. Nelson, I hope that you did your homework on that matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's intuition&lt;br /&gt;But some things you just don't question&lt;br /&gt;Like in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see my future in an instant&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I know that it might sound more than a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no rhyme or reason&lt;br /&gt;Only this sense of completion&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the missing pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it might sound more than a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand angels dance around you&lt;br /&gt;I am complete now that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 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bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y JAMILAH ANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who could have known that I could have a best friend all the way from Semporna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That itself is a great present for me..but it's not my birthday..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's dedicated, has a strong personality, very responsible and will always give her very best in every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;Though you had to be an adult and work really hard before you even reached this age, I admire your strong will and determination.&lt;br /&gt;I mostly admire your ability to handle stress well..if me, I will be in the hospital by now..&lt;br /&gt;One year older makes you a year wiser..&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy and blessed to have you as a friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S3TXm2bzAdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pj1mf5Zp3EA/s1600-h/081023_223004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S3TXm2bzAdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pj1mf5Zp3EA/s320/081023_223004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437207712590135762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May we will forever and ever be close friends!! I will definately visit Semporna every January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-3716083404058420015?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3716083404058420015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/3716083404058420015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/3716083404058420015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-princess.html' title='Birthday Princess...'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S3TXm2bzAdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pj1mf5Zp3EA/s72-c/081023_223004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-6448754503541859354</id><published>2010-02-06T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T06:11:47.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My childhood friend..</title><content type='html'>I woke up early today coz I had plans with Amanda,Sherylyn and Cynthia but due to someone's boyfriend (who was involved in a car accident), the plan was postponed.. So I went back to sleep.. I woke up again at 10am to do some chores then chatted with Joanne in the phone..&lt;br /&gt;I was indirectly telling her that today was gonna be a boring day for me..I told that I'm not gonna do anything actually..&lt;br /&gt;But just as I was about to go online, my friend, Maria called..one of my church friend and childhood friend..she wanted me to 'kawan' her for lunch.. So we went to Upperstar Lintas..it was my first time there..they serve the regular lunch menu as the Upperstar in Damai..so I knew what I wanted...&lt;br /&gt;We can really talk for a looong time..4hrs ba! Then we use the computer there and she showed me her friends in Sarawak..she's doing her foundation in Swinburne University..I'm happy that she's happy there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I remembered that we had to attend one of our friend's farewell party.. So we went back to rest then went to church.. After church we went to the house of another childhood friend of ours that will b leaving for Australia on the 10 Feb.. So sad la..I will miss her a lot!&lt;br /&gt;I've known her since we were small..&lt;br /&gt;She can be quiet but most of the time she is very loud! But we still love her! She is a very nice person.. She has the hottest body ever and I am so jealous! She's smart (esp gud in maths).. A future Lawyer and will always and forever be someone special to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S22jf5zOdII/AAAAAAAAAfY/Z5wZdjVKjt4/s1600-h/06022010099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S22jf5zOdII/AAAAAAAAAfY/Z5wZdjVKjt4/s320/06022010099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435180093793006722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clarissa Chua.. I will miss you so much!! I know I said that I hate you and stuff but that was coz Im sad that u're leaving.. I didnt mean it! I hope that we will forever remain close!&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best in ur new life in Australia!! Don't be afraid and behave urself..hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-6448754503541859354?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6448754503541859354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-childhood-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/6448754503541859354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/6448754503541859354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-childhood-friend.html' title='My childhood friend..'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S22jf5zOdII/AAAAAAAAAfY/Z5wZdjVKjt4/s72-c/06022010099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-8382863849163560732</id><published>2010-02-06T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:05:59.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-3 Feb 10</title><content type='html'>I've been so lazy to blog.. so I have to force myself to update my blog.. I dun wan my blog to be like Tobinai Oliver's blog..haha..so dead ody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Jamilah came on the 1st Feb 10, really had fun.. The first day we checked into Courtyard Hotel 1B then went around window shopping oni.. I had to go to church at night so I followed Kwong back to KK.. Aft church I went back to the hotel to spend the night there.. I was quite excited coz I learned to do facial back went I was in SM Stella Maris..so yea I could put in practise what I learned back then... Facial is wat we planned.. Jason was my first victim(had to force him)..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S201-Lip8eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qOSnaStitDA/s1600-h/01022010090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S201-Lip8eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qOSnaStitDA/s320/01022010090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435059667672363490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                             &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was putting on the moisturizer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next day,Jamilah n I woke up late so that we could skip breakfast and have lunch. We had an early bday lunch courtesy of Jamilah.. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I seldom go for Japanese Food..so yea..I Love it.. Then Jamilah n Joanne went to shop for clothes while the boys n I went to shoot some arrows and shoot some hoops in the arcade.. It was fun..Burn some calories oso.. Then later we went to Rasa Ria to watch the sunse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S203_V1LOyI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/R0EW5qDvUAs/s1600-h/DSC01343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S203_V1LOyI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/R0EW5qDvUAs/s320/DSC01343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435061886637521698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We wanted to surprise Jamilah by bringing her to Gayang..and we didnt even mentioned anything bout it until I accidentally said it out in Rasa Ria..WTH..I was so pissed with myself..&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we brought her there..blindfolded..would have worked out better if I didnt mentioned it at all..budu oh.. Dinner was nice..very full tho.. We went back to the hotel where Jamilah cut the cake then later at midnight we had some gathering..very funny event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day,we had to wake up early coz we planned to go to school to meet Teacher Agatha..we lost our way to the carpark..but we managed to leave 1B in time... We went to school to meet Teacher Agatha and Teacher Marina..I love them both.. n some lasallian frens..didnt wana meet Kev Hung but haihzzz...hav to explained to him y i cudnt attend his play and stuff.. So the time came for us to leave, we went to the airport..aft Jamilah checked in I had to say goodbye to her coz my mum was fetching me..I had review in the hospital..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review was okay I guess..still have to take my medication..haihzzz... Met Fr.Paul Lo there..had a chat with him.. Later I went for manicure coz my mum wana dye her hair..I was too tired to argue with her..she cud hav send me home 1st bt luckily got manicure there..so she paid to get my nails done.. Joanne and Jamilah had theirs ody so I wana to do mine too..hehe..&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/3484918336066524246-8382863849163560732?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8382863849163560732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-3-feb-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/8382863849163560732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/8382863849163560732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-3-feb-10.html' title='1-3 Feb 10'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/S201-Lip8eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qOSnaStitDA/s72-c/01022010090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-4730014929337218279</id><published>2010-01-31T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:31:18.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with the most terrible dream ever!&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I failed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt; examination..like I failed every single subject! Even PA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;And the dream felt so real that even when I am awake, I can still feel the sadness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to an education fair, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Masuk&lt;/span&gt; U by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IPTA&lt;/span&gt;..we were suppose to visit it yesterday but they changed the location to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Suria&lt;/span&gt;..really la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IPTA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;.. I went with Joanne together with my parents.. The education fair was huge! I was really tired walking while carrying quite a number of paper bags filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;brochures&lt;/span&gt; from the stalls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through my dad got hungry so we went to Kenny Rogers for lunch..it was just next to the edu fair oso.. later on we continued but I was quite disappointed when some of the stalls had not enough brochures..haihzz..nvm la.. as if my dad would let me study in KL oso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so far I've oni read the UMS booklet.. No point in reading the rest when I am so confident that my dad won't allow me to study in KL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aft suria,we sent Joanne home..I asked my dad to go to City Mall coz I needed to take something I ordered.. OMG..I was soOO pissed off with the saleswomen there..WTH.. They did a terrible job of something which I wanted to be prefect but I didnt really have the time to argue coz my parents were waiting in the car.. So i just paid (not the full amount) and went off.. Sooo disappointed with that shop!!! I shall never go back there again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-4730014929337218279?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4730014929337218279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/4730014929337218279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/4730014929337218279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sunday.html' title='My Sunday'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-5321040896912437352</id><published>2010-01-26T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:27:13.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 January 2010</title><content type='html'>I feel so sad and depressed today.. When I woke up it was already 9.30am.. I don't really like to wake up late because I have to wash and hang the clothes n if I hang the clothes late, it will dry later and I will have to fold the clothes later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me I think around noon and told me that my beloved cousin got 4As for his A levels... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;...I know I was suppose to be happy for him but I'm like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!! Yea..pure jealousy.. It's not that I mind it's just that our parents like to compare us.. I was so Happy wen I got 7As for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; and he got 6As 1B..but when I started to get sick..haihz...everything went down the drain... I know I didn't really do well for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haihzzzz&lt;/span&gt;..so depressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went online, nobody was available to chat..i just wanted to let it out..but yea..no one available..only someone was available..but I regretted telling that person later cause I'm so sure that person wouldn't understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just as I was about to take a nap, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kwong&lt;/span&gt; Yuan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zee&lt;/span&gt; nudged me..yay..then we chatted..really like the topic we were discussing and I told him my frustration..he really cheered me up! In a funny way which is what I wanted.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kwong&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Then I found out something which made me sad but it was bound to happen.. Later, I chatted with Joanne and found out that she was not having a good day too.. I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jamilah&lt;/span&gt; was stressed out..  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;What is it with this day??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My depression got lesser when Joanne and I answered some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; ques thingy..very funny and fun..and I watched some funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vids&lt;/span&gt; from some schoolmates through Joanne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I went to church.. two of my church friends told me that I looked pale..haihzz...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I'm so afraid of getting sick again.. I hope it's just cause of something else..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;,my check up is coming soon also.. Then a very dear friend of mine was also very sad..I found out it was suppose to be her 1st year boyfriend-girlfriend anniversary thingy (dunno &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; it's called) but they just broke up last week..so sad..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haihz&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;What is it with this day?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-5321040896912437352?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5321040896912437352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/26-january-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/5321040896912437352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/5321040896912437352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/26-january-2010.html' title='26 January 2010'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-7732853718050512925</id><published>2010-01-20T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:41:46.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Adventure in Semporna</title><content type='html'>Yes..I'm like the last person to post bout the trip.. It felt so depressing when i try to recall back the events tat happened n the fun times we had.. I think my emotion now is stable enough for me 2 start blogging bout the trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..the very first day, I got hurt because I was diving too near the carols and the wave swept me towards the carols.. My left knee got cut and it was pretty deep..I didn't feel anything tho.. Dive master's son helped to cover the wound.. When I came back to KK,I found out from a nurse fren tat I sud get at least two stitches..I love the walk at night around Mabul though we didnt really see anything coz it was at night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really scared of diving after the incident..I really didnt plan on diving aft tat but as I was snorkeling, I cud see the first group diving under me n i really got jealous.. Fortunately,there were two groups so I joined the second group to dive aft forcing the Dive Master to take special care of me when i'm underwater..I was very lucky coz I got to see n touch soooo many sea creatures..It got me thinking of how beautiful God's creation...God made the sea n all it's inhabitants first rite..So yeah,now I'm really into diving..I love it sooOo much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there in Semporna..I think we visited quite a number of Pulau.. Mabul,Kapalai,Sibuan,Maiga(Kwong's favourite) and Matapari(during the boat cruise)..&lt;br /&gt;The boat cruise was fun, I thought Joanne n I were unlucky coz we were the last two to get on the boat so we had to sit rite in front..I was afraid of getting wet but we didnt instead it was the best seat! During the cruise we saw the famous proboscis monkey, jumping fish and flying fox..&lt;br /&gt;Later we had dinner with Uncle Chang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beautiful island, we went deep into the jungle of Danum Valley.. I really do prefer the island compared to the jungle.. Jungle trekking is just sooO not my thing.. Nelson was my helper during the journey to the waterfall then Kwong become my helper during the journey back.. I would like to thank them both very much!! I was soOO exhausted aft tat but we had to enter the jungle again to the tree platform.. there was a 30m tree and everyone climbed it except Jamilah n I coz we had no strength in us left.. At night we went for night drive..JOanne n I sat in the passenger seat next to the driver.. Not bad tho,we saw deers,flying squirel,a cat like creature and the famous slow lorries..very cute.. Something embarrassing happened but I'm soOo over it now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last day there was soOo depressing for me..I wanted to extend the trip again but 7days is just enough and we wud b burdening Jamilah if we did.. So we went early to Tawau to Chin's kampung.. I like it so much coz it's completely different from mine and so interesting..I like the way the food were arranged on the table.. Special thanks to Chin and his family for welcoming us..&lt;br /&gt;We did facial before leaving for the airport..it was painful but fun..&lt;br /&gt;In the airport I was really sad..I couldnt really talk even when Yap and Joanne were recording bout the events we had there.. I wasnt glad to be home but it was time to be home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamilah and her family really pamper us soOoo much!! Jamilah, really from the bottom of my heart "You're The Best!" Words just cant describe how happy I am for having you in my life.. Her dad, Uncle Chang helped us a lot financially and he was extremely nice to us..He kept on feeding us while we were there.. Jamilah's mom was always there accompanying us in our trips from the airport to Semporna and even to Danum Valley.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip really strengthen our friendship with one another.. I enjoyed the countless times we laugh..we were like one big family staying in Jamilah's grandparents' place..&lt;br /&gt;I always regret that I entered La Salle but when I think about the beautiful and wonderful friends that I met there..I feel really blessed and lucky.. Though I wasnt happy in La Salle but God brought all these friends to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to quote what Jamilah wrote in her blog "But La Salle gave me something that I search for - friendship".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-7732853718050512925?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7732853718050512925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-adventure-in-semporna.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/7732853718050512925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/7732853718050512925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-adventure-in-semporna.html' title='Our Adventure in Semporna'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484918336066524246.post-536603911517569914</id><published>2010-01-18T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:18:50.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth of My Blog</title><content type='html'>So today is finally the day I created my very own blog..with Joanne's help of course.. I went to her place this morning so we can create a facebook account for the three of us (Jamilah,Joanne and myself). Later,she helped me to create this blog then we did a lil project..&lt;br /&gt;I did not make one earlier cause I know I will be too lazy to update my blog..but I had like the BEST trip ever to Semporna with my classmates..I really can't miss the opportunity to tell everyone how much fun we had the whole time there!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will write a post about the trip with another title..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484918336066524246-536603911517569914?l=fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/536603911517569914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/birth-of-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/536603911517569914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484918336066524246/posts/default/536603911517569914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromtheresawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/birth-of-my-blog.html' title='The Birth of My Blog'/><author><name>Theresa Muthu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588770200907743415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6XQT2dBEbXE/R6jiCJYaSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZ8yQJ14LSs/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
