<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274</id><updated>2009-03-04T00:10:13.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CharmedCookie Bits</title><subtitle type='html'>leaving my crumbs here...here...and here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-7319344576482926685</id><published>2007-11-20T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:48:04.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://kimbosiwang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. Ah well, guess it's about time I post something up here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag eight people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random facts about me... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;1) I love listening to jazz but just can't remember the artists' names.&lt;br /&gt;2) My naps range from 5mins to 2hrs.&lt;br /&gt;3) Must wear lipgloss everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Must apply body lotion everyday.&lt;br /&gt;5) Addicted to Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;6) Addicted to Nestle's Double Blended Hot Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;7) Don't quite know how to do the basic routine car check.&lt;br /&gt;8) Can't say no to ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a lazybum and a bit of a rebel, I'm not abiding rule 3 &amp;amp; 4. :P&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/12761274-7319344576482926685?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7319344576482926685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=7319344576482926685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/7319344576482926685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/7319344576482926685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2007/11/taggedagain.html' title='Tagged...again.'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-6993021191084083692</id><published>2007-03-20T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:51:00.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things you didn't know about CharmedCookie</title><content type='html'>Obliging to my dear cousin's tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;CharmedCookie doesn't finance any loans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CharmedCookie has been to New York, Florida, Kansas City, London, Leeds, Manchester, Perth, Sydney, Paris, Belgium, Vienna, Rome, Venice, Florence, Bangkok, Phuket, Singapore, Myanmar and certain parts of Germany and Switzerland.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apart from her travels, the next most expensive thing CharmedCookie has ever purchased would be her Twinhead laptop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CharmedCookie has never bought herself a mobile phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CharmedCookie permed her short hair once and vowed never to do that again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not tagging anyone, heh. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-6993021191084083692?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6993021191084083692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=6993021191084083692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/6993021191084083692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/6993021191084083692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2007/03/5-things-you-didnt-know-about.html' title='5 Things you didn&apos;t know about CharmedCookie'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-116246942302933190</id><published>2006-11-02T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:47:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I go back to school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/b&gt;. You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Psychology, Sociology, or related majors (e.g. Child Development, Counseling, Industrial-Organizational (I-O) Psychology, Social Work, or other Social Science majors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Psychology and Sociology are both great minors to add to any major. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Visual&amp;amp;PerformingArts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Religion/Theology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nursing/AthleticTraining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Education/Counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;French/German/Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;PoliticalScience/Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="31" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Accounting/Finance/Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="31" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/116246942302933190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=116246942302933190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/116246942302933190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/116246942302933190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-i-go-back-to-school.html' title='Should I go back to school?'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-116125790860561285</id><published>2006-10-19T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:38:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Lingo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love languages are probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; and &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words of Affirmation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt;Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php" target="_blank"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-116125790860561285?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/116125790860561285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=116125790860561285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/116125790860561285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/116125790860561285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-love-lingo.html' title='My Love Lingo?'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-115582013060965970</id><published>2006-08-17T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:08:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, whadda ya know...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fortune Cookie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/fortune-cookie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a rather normal person, except that you have extraordinary luck in life.&lt;br /&gt;People want to be around you (even when they're a little sick of you), in hopes of being lucky too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cookie Are You?&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/12761274-115582013060965970?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/115582013060965970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=115582013060965970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/115582013060965970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/115582013060965970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-whadda-ya-know.html' title='Well, whadda ya know...!'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-115581955011769452</id><published>2006-08-17T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:00:27.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I won't be paying the shrink a visit anytime soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dbd7d2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is 127&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eceae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&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/12761274-115581955011769452?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/115581955011769452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=115581955011769452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/115581955011769452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/115581955011769452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/08/guess-i-wont-be-paying-shrink-visit.html' title='Guess I won&apos;t be paying the shrink a visit anytime soon'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-115496038080907995</id><published>2006-08-07T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:22:44.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers, mate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Heineken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/heineken.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate a good beer, but you're not a snob about it.&lt;br /&gt;You like your beer mild and easy to drink, so you can concentrate on being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a friendly drunk who's likely to buy a whole round for your friends... many times.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can be a bit boring when you drink. You may be prone to go on about topics no one cares about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beer Personality?&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/12761274-115496038080907995?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/115496038080907995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=115496038080907995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/115496038080907995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/115496038080907995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/08/cheers-mate.html' title='cheers, mate!'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-115345343999490835</id><published>2006-07-21T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:51:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charmedcookie says...</title><content type='html'>"You can earn money but you can't earn time with family and friends. You can only spend time with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this came to mind as I emailed a friend who declined a job offer to work in the Lion City and chose to work in good ol' tanahair because he wanted to be close to his family.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-115345343999490835?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/115345343999490835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=115345343999490835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/115345343999490835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/115345343999490835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/07/charmedcookie-says.html' title='charmedcookie says...'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-114588526067797635</id><published>2006-04-24T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:41:27.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kodak moments</title><content type='html'>The last time I took a bus to another state was 3 years ago. I didn't enjoy the trip and made a mental note to avoid taking the bus for long-distance if I could help it. Needless to say, I wasn't thrilled when I found out that my colleagues and I would be taking the bus to Penang, a good 4-hour ride (given fair weather conditions and no accidents along the highway) for a staff meeting. Fortunately, the seats were quite comfortable and refreshments were given before boarding and during the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped once at a rest area in Bukit Gantang (no idea where it is and frankly speaking, not bothered to find out, heh). During the break, I managed to capture a few great shots - at least to me, they are pretty cool pics! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/Running.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Running.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this little boy running towards the fountain and caught him in action. Quite a fast runner this &lt;em&gt;adik.&lt;/em&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing it's a water fountain and not a well!&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/Brothers.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Brothers.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adik dan abangnya&lt;/em&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;A trip to Penang is not complete without some &lt;em&gt;makan&lt;/em&gt; at Gurney Drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/GurneyDrive.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/GurneyDrive.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jom makan&lt;/em&gt; tau foo fah, lok-lok, laksa...&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/Rojak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Rojak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...rojak!&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;Took a drive around town and was amazed at the Church Street Pier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/Pier.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Pier.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majestic init?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-114588526067797635?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/114588526067797635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=114588526067797635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114588526067797635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114588526067797635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/04/kodak-moments.html' title='Kodak moments'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-114508603193271826</id><published>2006-04-15T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T15:27:11.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawn to Christ</title><content type='html'>I must admit I didn't quite observe the Lent season this year compared to last year. Didn't meditate on scriptures daily nor abstained from meat. However, the past 2 days - Maundy Thursday and Good Friday - were exceptionally meaningful for me. When a &lt;a href="http://www.ireneq.com"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; mentioned to me that &lt;a href="http://blc.net.my"&gt;BLC&lt;/a&gt; will be hosting a Passover Meal on Thursday, I quickly contacted the &lt;a href="http://sivinkit.net"&gt;pastor&lt;/a&gt; to save me a seat. It was an experience to remember the historical background to the Passover Feast, to witness and be apart of the 'washing of feet' (like what Jesus did for his disciples at The Last Supper - John 13). In the kiss-a** world that we live in today, this washing of feet is foreign to many. I am drawn to His humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to BLC the last night for &lt;a href="http://www.kencollins.com/question-39.htm"&gt;The Tenebrae Service&lt;/a&gt;. I appreciated the simplicity, as we sung hymns without musical accompaniment, and the darkness, as the candles were blown out after each scripture reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us continued our reflections by quietly taking the &lt;a href="http://www.youthspecialties.com/free/programming/stations/"&gt;Journey to the Cross&lt;/a&gt;. The stations that spoke loudest to me were Station 4: Judas Betrays Jesus and Station 9: Jesus' Crucifixion. As I looked at the coins placed there to represent the pieces of silver which Judas betrayed his friend for, I could not help but ask myself how often I betrayed Him for material things of this transient world. At Station 9, I 'nailed' the folded paper in which I wrote down some of my sins to the centre of the cross. It dawned on me, apart from the visible nails that pierced His hands and feet, and invisible nail pierced His heart that day as He hung there on the cross. As another &lt;a href="http://www.shermankuek.net/2006/04/on_friendship_epilogue_1.html"&gt;friend &lt;/a&gt;put it, it was love and friendship that drove Jesus to the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jesus, for Your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-114508603193271826?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/114508603193271826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=114508603193271826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114508603193271826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114508603193271826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/04/drawn-to-christ.html' title='Drawn to Christ'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-114501219436125545</id><published>2006-04-14T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:56:34.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Crumbs...oops, I mean Cloud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/WordCloud.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ain't this a wordy cloud? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://snapshirts.com/custom.php"&gt;Snapshirts Custom design&lt;/a&gt; for key words and themes in your blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-114501219436125545?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/114501219436125545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=114501219436125545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114501219436125545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114501219436125545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/04/word-crumbsoops-i-mean-cloud.html' title='Word Crumbs...oops, I mean Cloud.'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-114432635647714595</id><published>2006-04-06T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:28:18.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos para siempre II</title><content type='html'>4th March 2006 - 6 of &lt;a href="http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2005/11/amigos-para-siempre.html"&gt;us&lt;/a&gt; reunited again for yet another hens' nite or rather, hens' getaway this time around. We whisked the bride-to-be, AL, to Port Dickson for some sun, sea and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Pd%20Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a view from our aparment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of sending her to a day spa, we took upon ourselves the task of pampering her with a revitalising facial, body massage, manicure and pedicure! We also gave her a complete makeover :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/100_15251.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/100_15981.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/200/100_15981.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/100_15251.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/200/100_15251.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before &amp; After&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Miss%20PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Port Dickson &amp; her beauty assistants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fast forward to 25th March...the wedding day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/BACKDROP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So cute lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;T came back from Singapore just for the wedding. And JL made an appearance after 11 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One for the album!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-114432635647714595?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/114432635647714595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=114432635647714595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114432635647714595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114432635647714595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/04/amigos-para-siempre-ii.html' title='Amigos para siempre II'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-114242226149530147</id><published>2006-03-15T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:31:01.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Today's my first day of work at a &lt;a href="http://www.ymcakl.com"&gt;Not-for-Profit Organisation (NPO)&lt;/a&gt;. Like any other first day at a new workplace, I found myself at a lost...and pleasantly surprised. My PC and my email was set-up and ready-for-use by 10.30am (just an hour after I clocked-in for work!). You can't imagine how glad I was when I found that I have direct access to Internet from my PC! Only 2 out of the 4 organisations that I've worked for previously permitted direct access to Internet so I wasn't really expecting the luxury of browsing the WorldWideWeb to be granted this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day reading the Kertas Akta Belia 2006 (Youth Act Paper 2006) and had briefing sessions with 2 unit heads. For the first time in my working life, I don't think I would be given a proper Orientation but will be getting my hands dirty with planning and organising youth-related activities very, very soon (like tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, time passed slowly when you haven't got much to do. Thank God for the access to Internet ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-114242226149530147?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/114242226149530147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=114242226149530147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114242226149530147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114242226149530147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-114094722334847146</id><published>2006-02-26T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:21:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis 1:1</title><content type='html'>"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth" (&lt;em&gt;New International Version&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the first &lt;a href="http://www.bsfinternational.org/"&gt;BSF&lt;/a&gt; class of 2006 on Valentine's Day (I was rather glad when they announced the date last year coz it meant I would have an interesting VDay even without a flower bouquet, chocolates, soft-toy in the shape of a pup or cosy candlelight dinner). We are studying the book of Genesis this year and I am excited. Having been a Christian since I was 8, I've read the 1st verse of the 1st chapter of the 1st book in the Bible many times. As I was going through the lesson notes for the week, one of the questions asked about this verse was "Do you believe that it's true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I have taken for granted, in some sense, that everything I read in the Bible is true and I don't really question what I read (well, except during bible studies, heh). But here I am faced with this question. Do I believe that "First this: God created the Heavens and Earth--all you see, all you don't see" (&lt;em&gt;The Message&lt;/em&gt;) ? If I don't, there's really no point in reading verse 2, or the rest of the Bible for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't believe, what answer do I have for the origins of multicoloured rainbows, awesome waterfalls, trees that produces delicious thirst quenching fruits, beautiful sparkling little lights in the midnight sky, adorable furry little doggies...the people whom I share hugs, laughter and tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do believe. I believe there's a Creator and He is God. I believe He made ALL things for a purpose, yes, even you and I...and that little ant making its way across the table. Knowing this gives me hope. That Someone had me in mind before I came to being. That I can trust this Giver of Life, with my life.  For He is good and He will see me through ALL seasons of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-114094722334847146?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/114094722334847146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=114094722334847146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114094722334847146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/114094722334847146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/02/genesis-11.html' title='Genesis 1:1'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-113982895296155500</id><published>2006-02-13T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:16:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bar-bee-Q</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was at EJ &amp; Mel's for bbq last Sat nite. Apart from chicken wings, fish and sausages from the grill, Mel also prepared pasta, mashed potatoes and salad with bak-gua bits(!!) I guess she didn't know what else to do with a small slice of bak-gua leftover from CNY, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/200/100_13531.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicken wings &amp; fish wrapped in banana leaf on the grill. Hmm, where's the fire??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/200/100_13642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoah, now we're smokin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/200/100_1373-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend's daughter looking at her mummy enjoying chicken wing but she can't have any. Aww...poor thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/100_13591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/200/100_13591.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah well, she's contented with her drink and sausages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-113982895296155500?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113982895296155500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=113982895296155500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113982895296155500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113982895296155500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/02/bar-bee-q.html' title='bar-bee-Q'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-113930416915882541</id><published>2006-02-07T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:22:49.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crikey!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/640/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/cake.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the virtual cake &lt;a href="http://kimbosiwang.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin K&lt;/a&gt; posted for me was the exact cake I had for my birthday. Now what are the chances of that happening?!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/12761274-113930416915882541?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113930416915882541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=113930416915882541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113930416915882541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113930416915882541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/02/crikey_07.html' title='Crikey!!!'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-113914589433294598</id><published>2006-02-05T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:27:47.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another year older</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/1600/today21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/today21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-113914589433294598?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113914589433294598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=113914589433294598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113914589433294598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113914589433294598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-year-older.html' title='another year older'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-113905211178848711</id><published>2006-02-04T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:00:19.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artistic, am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic DesignerIllustrator - Musician - Sculptor&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actor - where do I audition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Art Teacher - for primary school kids lah... (I did get an A1 for Arts in SPM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Book Editor - err, don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clothes Designer - for the career man/woman but definitely not couture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Comedian - me?!? perhaps to my nephew and niece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Composer - I'd rather sing someone else's composition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dancer - can, 10 years ago lah. My body ain't that flexible anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DJ - waasssuuupp...! all the ladies in the house wave your hands in the air now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Graphic Designer - anybody giving Adobe Photoshop tuition for free?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Illustrator - nah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Musician - I play the piano but have the tendency to hit more incorrect keys than I should!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sculptor - sure...with Play-doh, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-113905211178848711?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113905211178848711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=113905211178848711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113905211178848711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113905211178848711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/02/artistic-am-i.html' title='Artistic, am I?'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-113700324972135652</id><published>2006-01-12T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T02:44:35.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo-Jo &amp; John-John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My niece Jo-Jo has a new playmate John-John. He arrived on the 4th of January 2006... 10 days after Christmas and 13 days before her birthday. Not quite a Christmas present nor a birthday present...but definitely a gift to my family from our Heavenly Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Johnavon2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ho,ho,ho...."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Johnavon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ahhh, not quite?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4210/1096/320/Jocelyn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now listen hear, buddy, I'm ya big sista...u'll listen to what I say, u get me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-113700324972135652?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113700324972135652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=113700324972135652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113700324972135652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113700324972135652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/jo-jo-john-john.html' title='Jo-Jo &amp; John-John'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-113700123280779078</id><published>2006-01-12T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T01:42:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not about me</title><content type='html'>I read many many blogs and many many comments the past few days but it was the following comment that struck me most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't build a meaningful relationship with God based on what YOU are doing.&lt;br /&gt;A relationship with God has to be based on grace ... on what HE does for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-113700123280779078?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113700123280779078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=113700123280779078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113700123280779078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113700123280779078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-not-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s not about me'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-113119257058100447</id><published>2005-11-05T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:52:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos para siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;This was the theme for our secondary school prom night. Back then, it was not common for schools in Malaysia to have prom nights, what more in a small town like Seremban. Interact club, Leo Club and Prefectorial Board nights - yes, but not prom nights. If my memory doesn’t fail me, my batch was the first in my school to organise one on our own initiative. I remember it was a group of us girls from an all girls’ school along with a group of boys (from an all boys’ school, of course!) that got together to form an unofficial organising committee to plan for THE night to celebrate friendship and mark our “graduation” from school. We booked the ballroom at a hotel, selected the menu, hired a DJ, sold the tickets and made it happen. It was definitely a night to remember and the girls promised to live up to the theme of the night “Friends Forever”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since then, I’ve met up with the girls individually but not as a group. Some continued with Sixth Form, some went to college. Some pursued degrees overseas, others locally. Those who studied overseas mostly returned to Malaysia after graduating. However, not all of us are working in our home country. There are a few in Singapore and another across the Pacific Ocean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8 of us reunited last Saturday and threw one of the girls, SL, a hens’ night as she was getting married later this month. We treated her to a day spa with full body massage, pedicure and manicure included. She wasn’t the only one getting pampered that day. We also took advantage of the opportunity to treat our bodies with aromatherapy massage and got our nails done. As soon as SL completed her spa, we went for a meal of tapas and sangrias. The night was still young when we finished our dinner but I suppose we’ve mellowed down over the years and clubbing wasn’t top of mind. Instead, we bought some snacks and headed to SL newly furnished apartment in KL. We helped ourselves to red wine, snapped away with our digital cameras (even recorded a few video clips - we live in a digital age, baby), laughed and chatted till wee hours of the morning...just like those slumber parties at SL’s home in Seremban a decade ago (well, minus the wine).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All of us have changed in some ways but certain characteristics remain. T’s still the booklover (she had books in her knapsack and she was holding a magazine throughout the night!), SA has the cutest face when she smiles (u can’t see her eyes!), SP is the bold and daring one, tai kar che LS takes care of us, you can’t find a better listener than SM, no one can beat AL in blushing, SL’s the sweetie pie and me – the one who gets things rolling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We may not have been there for each other throughout the years but that doesn’t mean we are strangers. We may not know the hills and valleys each have been to but that doesn’t mean we will not step up to walk or hike together when the time calls for such. We may be physically out of sight, but not out of mind. Come what may, we will still be amigos para siempre. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c286/jtyk/80e21f3f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="146" alt="" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c286/jtyk/80e21f3f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/12761274-113119257058100447?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113119257058100447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=113119257058100447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113119257058100447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113119257058100447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2005/11/amigos-para-siempre.html' title='Amigos para siempre'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-113118110978619576</id><published>2005-11-05T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:58:29.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling good fixing 'em wires</title><content type='html'>I put my technical skills to work this afternoon. Mom accidently tripped over the phoneline and the coloured connecting wires were yanked out from the main phone wirebox. Now the phone wirebox in my home is the old version with metal plates and screws, and the copper strands (literally finer than my hair) are twisted around the screws and then tightened to the metal plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with a pair of pliers, I started cutting and removing the protective layer for the 4 coloured wires. Then came the tricky part of removing the coloured covering to expose the fine copper strands. Made several attempts at doing this but I finally managed to remove the covering without pulling out the delicate strands. I had to be oh-so-careful twisting the strands around the screws before tightening them. I was so pleased with myself when I successfully brought the dial tone back to the phone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-113118110978619576?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113118110978619576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=113118110978619576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113118110978619576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/113118110978619576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-good-fixing-em-wires.html' title='feeling good fixing &apos;em wires'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-112252644908263752</id><published>2005-07-28T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T12:57:58.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebuilding trust</title><content type='html'>C finally met up with W for dinner to talk over the email W sent. It was awkward at first as they have not had one-on-one talk for nearly 2 months. As though the wait wasn't long enough, 2 mutual friends of C and W passed by their table and joined them for dinner. When the friends left, C and W started to really talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with C expressing disappointment that such 'news' were revealed via email and broken trust to W's words. W responded by saying that those were the very emotions expected and feared of when the email was written. Yet, W chose to write the 'news' in an email and send it anyway. W apologised for revealing the 'news' over email and not face-to-face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the question why date T when it would mean facing a similar hurdle when W was dating C, W answered that the relationship with T is worth fighting for. Not to mean that C wasn't worth fighting for, but C made 2 grave mistakes that made W throw in the towel (to which C agreed yet bearing in mind that C had very good reasons for making the mistakes but obviously, repercussions overshadowed the reasons). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the question why W was able to start another relationship so soon after the break-up, W explained that careful considerations were made and W believed it was a right decision to go out with T. W added that it was not easy because W had to convince T that T wasn't a 'replacement' and that W wasn't just starting the relationship on rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course during the 2-hour long conversation, many other things surfaced including the other reasons that led to the mutual break-up...but I shall spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C took it all in and embraced it with an understanding that let to a proper closure of the relationship with W. "To trust or not to trust?" Friendships matter to C. Despite broken trust and disappointment, C endeavours to rebuild trust and the friendship that once was with W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-112252644908263752?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112252644908263752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=112252644908263752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/112252644908263752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/112252644908263752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/rebuilding-trust.html' title='Rebuilding trust'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761274.post-112246395970788802</id><published>2005-07-27T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:32:03.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things About Me...</title><content type='html'>1) I am timing myself how fast I can come up with 100 things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;2) I've had 3 handphones in the past.&lt;br /&gt;3) I didn't buy any of those 3 handphones nor the current one that I am using.&lt;br /&gt;4) My 1st ever prize won through lucky draw was a gas stove!&lt;br /&gt;5) The last lucky draw prize I won was a DIGI prepaid starter pack.&lt;br /&gt;6) My favourite lucky draw prize was a NOKIA phone.&lt;br /&gt;7) This lucky draw prize NOKIA phone was stolen :(&lt;br /&gt;8) I previously rented a room in a single-storey bungalow and was the sole tenant there for 10 months.&lt;br /&gt;9) That room was burgled.&lt;br /&gt;10) My 1st landlady was a retired woman (separated from her husband)&lt;br /&gt;11) 2nd landlady was a widow (age: 60+)&lt;br /&gt;12) 3rd and current landlady is also a widow (age: 70+)&lt;br /&gt;13) I once stood in the Komuter for 2 hours straight, from Subang Jaya to Seremban.&lt;br /&gt;14) I don't own a car.&lt;br /&gt;15) To date, I've not taken any bank loans.&lt;br /&gt;16) Favourite season : Winter&lt;br /&gt;17) Favourite food : desserts&lt;br /&gt;18) Favourite drink : fruit juice&lt;br /&gt;19) Favourite colour : blue&lt;br /&gt;20) Favourite movie : While You Were Sleeping (I watched it no less than 8 times)&lt;br /&gt;21) I am a sucker for freebies.&lt;br /&gt;22) I won an Enrique Iglesias CD from MixFm roadrunners.&lt;br /&gt;23) I won Guy Sebastian's CD from MixFm's morning show with Richard and Shazmin.&lt;br /&gt;24) I sang "How Do I Live" on air to win Guy's CD.&lt;br /&gt;25) I can't believe I am only at number 25!!!&lt;br /&gt;26) I sang solo at my brother's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;27) I was part of a trio who won RM 6000 in a singing competition.&lt;br /&gt;28) I love to sing (duh...)&lt;br /&gt;29) I used to dance ballet.&lt;br /&gt;30) I love musicals.&lt;br /&gt;31) Miss Saigon's my favourite musical.&lt;br /&gt;32) I don't mind going to movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;33) I can eat alone in public.&lt;br /&gt;34) My primary schoolmates nicknamed me Jamtart.&lt;br /&gt;35) My close girlfriends call me James.&lt;br /&gt;36) My 1st IRC nickname was Elysee.&lt;br /&gt;37) My other IRC nicknames were Giselle and Jamtart.&lt;br /&gt;38) One of my overused words is 'shoot'.&lt;br /&gt;39) I learnt this word "Crikey" when I was in UK.&lt;br /&gt;40) I bought a "Crikey" tag when I was in Australia visiting my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;41) That tag is now stuck onto my car window :)&lt;br /&gt;42) I tend to use the UK slang "init" instead of "isn't it".&lt;br /&gt;43) I have the same single-sleeved blouse as cousin B.&lt;br /&gt;44) This was the number of the house I stayed in while studying in college.&lt;br /&gt;45) I previously worked in Customer Service Dept. in Crown Relocations.&lt;br /&gt;46) There were 3 of us and we called ourselves "Crown Angels"&lt;br /&gt;47) I am Crown Angel 2.&lt;br /&gt;48) Crown Angel 1 is 2 years my senior.&lt;br /&gt;49) I am older then Crown Angel 3 by.... 2 years :)&lt;br /&gt;50) I am finally half-way thru the list!!&lt;br /&gt;51) Most of my friends are guys.&lt;br /&gt;52) My phonebook can testify that, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;53) I've travelled to Pulau Kapas alone.&lt;br /&gt;54) I've travelled to Pulau Langkawi alone.&lt;br /&gt;55) I've travelled to USA alone.&lt;br /&gt;56) I've been to Paris twice.&lt;br /&gt;57) I visited Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Belgium and Austria with a tour group.&lt;br /&gt;58) I signed up for that tour alone...and had the hotel rooms all to myself without having to pay the single-supplement cost!!&lt;br /&gt;59) I am having difficulty to think of more things to write.&lt;br /&gt;60) My typing skills improved tremendously, thanks to IRC.&lt;br /&gt;61) I worked as an Activity Leader in a summer school in UK.&lt;br /&gt;62) I visited many places in UK for free (as an Activity Leader).&lt;br /&gt;63) As an Activity Leader, my boarding and meals were paid for...&lt;br /&gt;64) ...and I got paid 100 quid a week :)&lt;br /&gt;65) I have worked for 5.5 years&lt;br /&gt;66) I prefer pants to skirts.&lt;br /&gt;67) I don't have a wardrobe cupboard in the current room I am renting now.&lt;br /&gt;68) I can't leave home without my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;69) What else can be said of this number??&lt;br /&gt;70) I hope if I reach this age, I would still be healthy and wise :)&lt;br /&gt;71) Golly, I need to leave office soon for a dinner appointment.&lt;br /&gt;72) I used to call my friends "Chicken" if they exasperated me.&lt;br /&gt;73) I have a number of friends by the name of Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;74) Most unusual name I've heard : Delthine.&lt;br /&gt;75) I use disposable contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;76) I can finish this list!&lt;br /&gt;77) I finally gave my aunt a pair of golf shoes after having worked in the golf shoe company for 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;78) That's the last 2 numbers of my birth year.&lt;br /&gt;79) Now whoever reads this blog knows my age.&lt;br /&gt;80) I am currently wearing a beige blouse...&lt;br /&gt;81) with a black cardigan over the blouse...&lt;br /&gt;82) ...which cousin B gave me :)&lt;br /&gt;83) I wore white shoes today.&lt;br /&gt;84) Friends say I look good in red.&lt;br /&gt;85) My grandma is 85 this year.&lt;br /&gt;86) I love my family and maternal relatives.&lt;br /&gt;87) My current boss is buggin me as I am trying to finish this list!&lt;br /&gt;88) Chinese ppl love this number.&lt;br /&gt;89) I am looking forward to my new job.&lt;br /&gt;90) Just 10 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;91) I am very late for my dinner appointment.&lt;br /&gt;92) If this was a time-test, I would've failed badly.&lt;br /&gt;93) I have keys to my office.&lt;br /&gt;94) I'm bad with road directions.&lt;br /&gt;95) I love to have tea at Teapot Cafe in ss2.&lt;br /&gt;96) Love the cakes in Alexis Bangsar.&lt;br /&gt;97) I have a gmail email.&lt;br /&gt;98) I have a yahoo email.&lt;br /&gt;99) I am finishing this list..woo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;100) It took me 53 mins to do this list....maaaannnn....!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-112246395970788802?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112246395970788802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Why? Because in my working experience, I've reported to L CHOOI P who reported to L CHOOI H, who reported to T CHOOI K. They had different surnames but the SAME Middle Name and all of them in the Marketing Dept! I didn't have bad experiences working with them but each had characteristics that bug the daylights of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when DLM called me for the final job interview, you could imagine how my whole body squirmed when I found out that the name of the Marketing Director was S CHOOI L! DLM offered me the job but the thought of having a superior with THAT Middle Name again, no thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12761274-112246010990961894?l=charmedcookie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112246010990961894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12761274&amp;postID=112246010990961894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/112246010990961894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12761274/posts/default/112246010990961894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedcookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/middle-name-that-sends-shivers-through.html' title='The Middle Name that sends shivers through my spine...'/><author><name>charmedcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280134967492081129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00499437034028935219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>