<?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-8606719823325438985</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:52:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~* |n my OwN woR|d, i’M a sTaR *~~</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't forget who you are! Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2185859729926120119</id><published>2012-01-29T19:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:43:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight one more round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pn5kKU59e_8/TyUtrxZcPzI/AAAAAAAABts/kJiEvMom2yQ/s1600/Fightonemoreround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703014733152272178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pn5kKU59e_8/TyUtrxZcPzI/AAAAAAAABts/kJiEvMom2yQ/s400/Fightonemoreround.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be true, be strong, have faith, have courage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it easy? If you walked her steps, you might know the answer. It's not the worse, but each has their own stories to tell. Each has their own battle to fight. The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strengths from distress, and grows brave by reflection. You, listen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fight one more round. When your arms are so tired that you can hardly lift your hands to come on guard, fight one more round.When you nose is bleeding and your eyes are black and you are so tired that you wish you opponent would crack you one on the jaws and put you to sleep, fight one more round, remembering that the man who always fights are more round is never whipped!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2185859729926120119?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2185859729926120119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2185859729926120119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2185859729926120119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2185859729926120119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/fight-one-more-round.html' title='Fight one more round'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pn5kKU59e_8/TyUtrxZcPzI/AAAAAAAABts/kJiEvMom2yQ/s72-c/Fightonemoreround.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4471174073892841802</id><published>2012-01-28T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:24:36.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, be good to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Storms, pretty big storms these days. The storms are so big and strong, inside and outside. She holds on to the captain of the boat. He says to her to be brave and promised that He will not give her storms so big that she cannot manage. Just hold on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, be good to me&lt;br /&gt;The world is so big&lt;br /&gt;My ship is so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6x15n9y3vw/TyUrXJP9cuI/AAAAAAAABtU/aQyP9Oea71o/s1600/Myshipissosmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703012179754447586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6x15n9y3vw/TyUrXJP9cuI/AAAAAAAABtU/aQyP9Oea71o/s400/Myshipissosmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4471174073892841802?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4471174073892841802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4471174073892841802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4471174073892841802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4471174073892841802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/lord-be-good-to-me.html' title='Lord, be good to me'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6x15n9y3vw/TyUrXJP9cuI/AAAAAAAABtU/aQyP9Oea71o/s72-c/Myshipissosmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-7775483939963800011</id><published>2011-10-15T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:05:04.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second year, far far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;October 15th, 2011... Second year, so far away. It's something that will never be forgotten. Though she's not here, who said that memories cannot be kept forever? Who said that only the present must be treasured, the past to be let go of? Nobody... nobody should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time flies by, but let the good times roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzgQUVg_PLg/Tpkh_tfLk2I/AAAAAAAABtA/NPEeYDWcZC8/s1600/secondyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663595384820962146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzgQUVg_PLg/Tpkh_tfLk2I/AAAAAAAABtA/NPEeYDWcZC8/s400/secondyear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-7775483939963800011?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7775483939963800011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=7775483939963800011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7775483939963800011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7775483939963800011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/second-year-far-far-away.html' title='Second year, far far away'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzgQUVg_PLg/Tpkh_tfLk2I/AAAAAAAABtA/NPEeYDWcZC8/s72-c/secondyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-6930023357624479872</id><published>2011-03-30T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:54:45.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A grateful heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no such thing as gratitude unexpressed. If it is unexpressed, then it is plain, old fashion ingratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She had a tough time, a rough one. Then a friend came along who reached her hand into the darkness and pulled her into the light. In the card, it wrotes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A day is really made beautiful when kindness touches it. When my life overwhelms and does me in, you did what you did. You didn’t have to do it, but you did anyway. I’ll always think of you with a grateful heart. You’re one of the nicest person I’ve ever met. You’re very special, and that’s a fact! What you did really meant a lot to me. It will always glow in my memory." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulled another into the light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3jgkmNtcb2Y/TZMZcq7aUkI/AAAAAAAABs0/HUyhyMOea6I/s1600/youreached.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589839542847427138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3jgkmNtcb2Y/TZMZcq7aUkI/AAAAAAAABs0/HUyhyMOea6I/s400/youreached.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She has to admit that the card is a 'duplicate' from her previous card because her brain juice machine broke down, and is therefore under repair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8606719823325438985-6930023357624479872?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6930023357624479872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=6930023357624479872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6930023357624479872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6930023357624479872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/grateful-heart.html' title='A grateful heart'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3jgkmNtcb2Y/TZMZcq7aUkI/AAAAAAAABs0/HUyhyMOea6I/s72-c/youreached.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-7585224450525835983</id><published>2011-03-19T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:41:16.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging by a thread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These nights had been really tough... these nights had been very long, so long it feels like there is no dawn. These nights had been a struggle, a struggle to stay on Earth... These nights she really is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging by a thread &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFUI6Hu7FA4/TYSkU0mxtlI/AAAAAAAABss/3LvEPLRN0ck/s1600/hangingbyathread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585770115471881810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFUI6Hu7FA4/TYSkU0mxtlI/AAAAAAAABss/3LvEPLRN0ck/s400/hangingbyathread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-7585224450525835983?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7585224450525835983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=7585224450525835983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7585224450525835983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7585224450525835983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/hanging-by-thread.html' title='Hanging by a thread'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFUI6Hu7FA4/TYSkU0mxtlI/AAAAAAAABss/3LvEPLRN0ck/s72-c/hangingbyathread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-8051359861924811434</id><published>2011-03-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:45:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quietly, a prayer is said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone said that everything will be all right in the end. If it's not all right, then it is not the end. When will it be? She had waited long, trying harder than hard... would it ever come to an end? How or what would this 'end' be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quietly, I say a prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DW8ihxWY1Ts/TYSkUtI4hpI/AAAAAAAABsk/yF4817rqGns/s1600/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585770113467451026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DW8ihxWY1Ts/TYSkUtI4hpI/AAAAAAAABsk/yF4817rqGns/s400/prayer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She wondered if anyone heard, if anyone cares... at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/8606719823325438985-8051359861924811434?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8051359861924811434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=8051359861924811434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8051359861924811434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8051359861924811434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/quietly-prayer-is-said.html' title='Quietly, a prayer is said'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DW8ihxWY1Ts/TYSkUtI4hpI/AAAAAAAABsk/yF4817rqGns/s72-c/prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-3816870066338159386</id><published>2011-03-17T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:37:15.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The willow tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People say to be like the trees - stand tall, stand firm. The firmest tree, the strongest tree, they all bend, they all crack when the wind is strong enough. In the weather, they all wither, they all crumble... sooner or later... just a matter of when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would the trees be so proud of themselves because they HAD stood so strong? Or would they be ashamed of themselves because they could no longer fight the weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked. Maybe she should learn from the bamboo or the willow, because they survive pretty well... by bending with the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes the quote below. Close your eyes and imagine. It's a beautiful scene, a peaceful one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The willow tree plays the water&lt;br /&gt;like a harp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WjNvuM8FdA/TYQIF1i1NII/AAAAAAAABsc/qTtDiUP0PRs/s1600/willowtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585598334211798146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WjNvuM8FdA/TYQIF1i1NII/AAAAAAAABsc/qTtDiUP0PRs/s400/willowtree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-3816870066338159386?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3816870066338159386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=3816870066338159386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3816870066338159386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3816870066338159386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/willow-tree.html' title='The willow tree'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WjNvuM8FdA/TYQIF1i1NII/AAAAAAAABsc/qTtDiUP0PRs/s72-c/willowtree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1827979738822948887</id><published>2011-02-07T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:33:48.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be kinder than necessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many things had happened since her return to Singapore. Good and bad. People gets upset and angry with each other. Disappointment, sadness etc. It has been a tough month for her. Everyone is feeling those feelings with everyone. Everyone had gossiped. As she said before, gossips (words) are the most lethal poison ever existed. Therefore, she made a card to remind her, you you and you to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be kinder than necessary,&lt;br /&gt;for everyone you meet&lt;br /&gt;is fighting some kind of battle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_kv5s-ReI/AAAAAAAABr0/Y_L2Mbh0txg/s1600/bekinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570922775675028962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_kv5s-ReI/AAAAAAAABr0/Y_L2Mbh0txg/s400/bekinder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is definitely easier said than done. But she believes it's achievable. How you may ask. She can only say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you add a little kindness to a little kindness&lt;br /&gt;And then do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the little kindness shall be much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_mE4gsO4I/AAAAAAAABr8/IEWfRBkTmhQ/s1600/alittleatatime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570924235643960194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_mE4gsO4I/AAAAAAAABr8/IEWfRBkTmhQ/s400/alittleatatime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1827979738822948887?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1827979738822948887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1827979738822948887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1827979738822948887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1827979738822948887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-kinder-than-necessary.html' title='Be kinder than necessary'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_kv5s-ReI/AAAAAAAABr0/Y_L2Mbh0txg/s72-c/bekinder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-5672375791326267723</id><published>2011-02-06T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:47:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When someone you treasure the most is gone, the Earth seems greatly depopulated. Today you see them, tomorrow you don't. She once thought she could hold her forever. But things happened so suddenly. It is still hard to accept. The grieve never leaves. When she comes to her mind, the feeling of her restless body falling into her arms, everything about her last few moments comes flashing back. Ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gather the rosebuds while you may&lt;br /&gt;Old time is still a-flying&lt;br /&gt;And this same flower that smiles today&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_o3e3UjkI/AAAAAAAABsE/7zDmZ3l1mW0/s1600/Gathertherrosebuds.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570927303956139586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_o3e3UjkI/AAAAAAAABsE/7zDmZ3l1mW0/s400/Gathertherrosebuds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8606719823325438985-5672375791326267723?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5672375791326267723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=5672375791326267723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5672375791326267723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5672375791326267723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-someone-you-treasure-most-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_o3e3UjkI/AAAAAAAABsE/7zDmZ3l1mW0/s72-c/Gathertherrosebuds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1488138847575609717</id><published>2011-02-05T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:46:59.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time heals wounds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things always change, they never stop. Change is the only thing that is consistent in this universe. When certain things change, it leaves a scar. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. When changes occurs, wounds are created, people say that time heals all wounds. Is that really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say time heals all wounds&lt;br /&gt;But what if time has already passed for an eternity?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_o3dGzVwI/AAAAAAAABsM/i-L-gyPlIPg/s1600/Timeheals.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570927303484200706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_o3dGzVwI/AAAAAAAABsM/i-L-gyPlIPg/s400/Timeheals.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1488138847575609717?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1488138847575609717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1488138847575609717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1488138847575609717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1488138847575609717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-heals-wounds.html' title='Time heals wounds?'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TU_o3dGzVwI/AAAAAAAABsM/i-L-gyPlIPg/s72-c/Timeheals.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-8890852832234111814</id><published>2011-01-13T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:00:20.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendar 2011 (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, after such a long time, she squeezes a little time to upload the second half of 2011's calendar. Almost forgotten that it ever existed. She wished she had taken the photo of the second set. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561591759032220498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-PP7a-1I/AAAAAAAABrA/NtLlKBhID-0/s400/julyc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;August&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-Pb3JbUI/AAAAAAAABrI/2gZjWivQYv0/s1600/augustc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561591762235518274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-Pb3JbUI/AAAAAAAABrI/2gZjWivQYv0/s400/augustc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-PjLLOYI/AAAAAAAABrQ/AfOjXWbwYps/s1600/septemberc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561591764198570370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-PjLLOYI/AAAAAAAABrQ/AfOjXWbwYps/s400/septemberc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;October&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-P0JgHgI/AAAAAAAABrY/olt8AsiYHx8/s1600/octoberc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561591768754953730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-P0JgHgI/AAAAAAAABrY/olt8AsiYHx8/s400/octoberc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-QEdQHNI/AAAAAAAABrg/ZJ102CpZgQQ/s1600/novemberc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561591773132758226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-QEdQHNI/AAAAAAAABrg/ZJ102CpZgQQ/s400/novemberc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-VJcEZBI/AAAAAAAABro/qFoEjJnpcXE/s1600/decemberc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561591860369318930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-VJcEZBI/AAAAAAAABro/qFoEjJnpcXE/s400/decemberc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-8890852832234111814?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8890852832234111814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=8890852832234111814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8890852832234111814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8890852832234111814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/calendar-2011-2.html' title='Calendar 2011 (2)'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TS6-PP7a-1I/AAAAAAAABrA/NtLlKBhID-0/s72-c/julyc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-5812023092523671239</id><published>2010-11-22T21:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:23:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendar 2011 (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is one of the things she has been busy with. She did 2, but she forgot the photos of the 2nd! Looks simple, but it is real time consuming. Confession that procrastination did put its nose in quite a bit. At the end, the time and effort spent are all worth it. It always does... always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOpthUdnI7I/AAAAAAAABq0/5DJGxDPn5f0/s1600/coverc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542362710628836274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOpthUdnI7I/AAAAAAAABq0/5DJGxDPn5f0/s400/coverc.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOpsxE_wWNI/AAAAAAAABqE/P3ucBEV1WFs/s1600/januaryc.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542361881843357906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOpsxE_wWNI/AAAAAAAABqE/P3ucBEV1WFs/s400/januaryc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOpsyGSQ-_I/AAAAAAAABqM/O5VEFavZzrk/s1600/februaryc.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542361899369298930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOpsyGSQ-_I/AAAAAAAABqM/O5VEFavZzrk/s400/februaryc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542361917759715346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOpszKy4eBI/AAAAAAAABqU/ko83mGTL6Gk/s400/marchc.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOps0f3f0zI/AAAAAAAABqc/MGd-X8aG7JY/s1600/aprilc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542361940596085554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOps0f3f0zI/AAAAAAAABqc/MGd-X8aG7JY/s400/aprilc.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOps1VjE6rI/AAAAAAAABqk/sdJhIyacPm0/s1600/mayc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542361955005950642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOps1VjE6rI/AAAAAAAABqk/sdJhIyacPm0/s400/mayc.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOptCcp2bDI/AAAAAAAABqs/-pftPjiQZ2w/s1600/junec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542362180251708466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOptCcp2bDI/AAAAAAAABqs/-pftPjiQZ2w/s400/junec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-5812023092523671239?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5812023092523671239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=5812023092523671239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5812023092523671239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5812023092523671239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/calendar-2011-1.html' title='Calendar 2011 (1)'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOpthUdnI7I/AAAAAAAABq0/5DJGxDPn5f0/s72-c/coverc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1443868947754303907</id><published>2010-11-21T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:54:01.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas for Someone Special... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This card is called 'mosaic of Christmas cards'. She designed 9 simple little cards then put them together. New idea. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In it wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I find that it would be uncomfortable to live in a world where I had no person to thank. I wish I could leave a trail of gratefulness behing me that you could see - glowing thanks. My recovery walks real slowly, with a walking cane, and whenever the light in my goes out, it is often rekindled by a spark from you. I can carry on and on, but at the end, all I want to say is... Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May the meaning of Christmas be deeper,&lt;br /&gt;its friendships stronger,&lt;br /&gt;and its hopes brighter&lt;br /&gt;as it comes to you this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkV1SMebQI/AAAAAAAABp8/wFWBYymzWkc/s1600/christmasc.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541984821617519874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkV1SMebQI/AAAAAAAABp8/wFWBYymzWkc/s400/christmasc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1443868947754303907?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1443868947754303907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1443868947754303907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1443868947754303907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1443868947754303907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-for-someone-special-again.html' title='Christmas for Someone Special... again'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkV1SMebQI/AAAAAAAABp8/wFWBYymzWkc/s72-c/christmasc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-3618144139131011549</id><published>2010-10-15T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:26:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's her Lady girl's first death anniversary. While she held on to Lady's ashes, sadness overcame her. The heart pierce. Pirece because there were regrets. Regrets that she cannot forgive herself for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The ashes sits on her table, Lady is forever so near to her... but... so near, yet so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lady, wait for her at the rainbow bridge. She will come. WAIT for her. In the meantime, play with God. She is sure He will take care of you. Wait for her, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When someone you love becomes a memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The memory becomes a treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TLhHxK2w2lI/AAAAAAAABpU/64RsoIxHTa4/s1600/1stAnniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528247452650494546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TLhHxK2w2lI/AAAAAAAABpU/64RsoIxHTa4/s400/1stAnniversary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-3618144139131011549?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3618144139131011549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=3618144139131011549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3618144139131011549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3618144139131011549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-anniversary.html' title='1st Anniversary'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TLhHxK2w2lI/AAAAAAAABpU/64RsoIxHTa4/s72-c/1stAnniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-5969452245405052769</id><published>2010-06-13T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:56:43.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enchanted worlds still exist because the child within us never dies. The doorways may be more obscure, but we can still seek them out. There are still noble adventures to undertake. There are still trees that speak and caverns that lead to nether realms. There will always be faeries and elves within nature because they will always be dancing within our hearts ~Ted Andrews~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wall is silent, the grass is asleep&lt;br /&gt;Tall trees of peace their vigil keep&lt;br /&gt;And the fairy of dreams with mo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBRkjdLbzKI/AAAAAAAABo8/99bq9_Rndng/s1600/softflute.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;th-wings furled&lt;br /&gt;Plays soft on the flute to the drowsy world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482117206707522722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBRkjdLbzKI/AAAAAAAABo8/99bq9_Rndng/s400/softflute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-5969452245405052769?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5969452245405052769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=5969452245405052769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5969452245405052769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5969452245405052769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/fantasy.html' title='Fantasy'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBRkjdLbzKI/AAAAAAAABo8/99bq9_Rndng/s72-c/softflute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2501884673488172574</id><published>2010-06-12T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:03:03.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sits with her all the time, through good, bad or tough times, this keychain always seems to speak these words. They were just engraved into an ordinary wooden plaque. But it speaks, it does. Set sail. Just sail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't quit or give up when struggles you face&lt;br /&gt;Those who keep trying will finish the race.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBRmUHqfwyI/AAAAAAAABpE/1UvTWMto01M/s1600/keeptrying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482119142257443618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBRmUHqfwyI/AAAAAAAABpE/1UvTWMto01M/s400/keeptrying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2501884673488172574?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2501884673488172574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2501884673488172574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2501884673488172574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2501884673488172574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-sail.html' title='Just sail'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBRmUHqfwyI/AAAAAAAABpE/1UvTWMto01M/s72-c/keeptrying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-8222626632211039176</id><published>2010-06-11T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:40:27.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A magic place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are those the magic fairy wands glistening on the tree or only the winter icicle that you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she has the influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, she should ask that the gift for each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life. She, so agrees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep within the forest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;among the snowdrift wide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can find a magic place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where all the fairies hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBRgylQL5BI/AAAAAAAABo0/8smj3ImQ-Cw/s1600/magicplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482113068526461970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBRgylQL5BI/AAAAAAAABo0/8smj3ImQ-Cw/s400/magicplace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-8222626632211039176?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8222626632211039176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=8222626632211039176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8222626632211039176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8222626632211039176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/magic-place.html' title='A magic place'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBRgylQL5BI/AAAAAAAABo0/8smj3ImQ-Cw/s72-c/magicplace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-6188571568061533490</id><published>2010-06-10T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:05:00.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamcatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In some culture, they held the hoop in the highest esteem, because it symbolized strength and unity. A lot of symbols evolved around the hoop, and one of these is the Dreamcatcher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is believed to have the power to catch all of a person's dreams, filtering out the bad ones, letting only the good dreams pass through. She needs the dreamcatcher for bad dreams often occurs. She doesn't like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May the dreamcatcher works for her and everyone out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep well sweet child, Don't worry your head.&lt;br /&gt;Your Dream Catcher is humming, above your bed&lt;br /&gt;Listen so softly&lt;br /&gt;I know you can hear.&lt;br /&gt;The tone of beyond&lt;br /&gt;Close to your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481840526551179938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBNo6jRsYqI/AAAAAAAABos/y1fzIy4OFOw/s400/dreamcatcher.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is alive&lt;br /&gt;And living in you.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all your troubles&lt;br /&gt;Where good dreams are true&lt;br /&gt;~~By Toni.~~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-6188571568061533490?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6188571568061533490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=6188571568061533490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6188571568061533490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6188571568061533490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreamcatcher.html' title='Dreamcatcher'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TBNo6jRsYqI/AAAAAAAABos/y1fzIy4OFOw/s72-c/dreamcatcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-7058745136266305170</id><published>2010-06-06T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:34:49.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory becomes a treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If dreams were the only place they could meet, let her stay asleep... for a little while longer. Make the night longer, so there are stars... No, no. Perhaps they are not stars, but rather, they are openings in heaven where the love of her lost one pours through and shines down upon to let her know that she is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone you love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;becomes a memory&lt;br /&gt;The memory &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAzK5QB4XdI/AAAAAAAABok/9V2bzGSun7A/s1600/memoryistreasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479977931507260882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAzK5QB4XdI/AAAAAAAABok/9V2bzGSun7A/s400/memoryistreasure.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where her photo and her ashes sits, right beside her, memory of her floods. She never knew that one could look back on their tears and laugh, but she never thought she would look back at her laughter and cry. The laughter between her and her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8606719823325438985-7058745136266305170?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7058745136266305170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=7058745136266305170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7058745136266305170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7058745136266305170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/memory-becomes-treasure.html' title='Memory becomes a treasure'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAzK5QB4XdI/AAAAAAAABok/9V2bzGSun7A/s72-c/memoryistreasure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4673360423255932831</id><published>2010-06-05T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:15:49.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses in Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She feels that memory is the power to gather roses in Winter. Though there is no winter where she is, does it matter? There is Winter in her heart. It's cold out there when she misses her... again. She see her in her dreams. Once, twice, thrice... and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wonders... &lt;strong&gt;为什么她在梦里得到的跟现实生活中失去的同样多?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God gave us memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so that we can have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses in December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAudpTlDZYI/AAAAAAAABoM/bbzUrPFcWEE/s1600/Godgavememories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479646704582223234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAudpTlDZYI/AAAAAAAABoM/bbzUrPFcWEE/s400/Godgavememories.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4673360423255932831?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4673360423255932831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4673360423255932831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4673360423255932831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4673360423255932831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/roses-in-winter.html' title='Roses in Winter'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAudpTlDZYI/AAAAAAAABoM/bbzUrPFcWEE/s72-c/Godgavememories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-9160411208590436711</id><published>2010-06-04T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:52:31.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Butterfly speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The butterfly agrees. If we just live, would there be a purpose? Beginning to live may be the best way of preparing for life, but what if we do not notice the flowers along the way, or the freedom around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the butterfly speaks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just living is not enough," &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;said the butterfly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One must have sunshine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;freedom and a little flower"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAuZI7i1dQI/AAAAAAAABoE/HwCP9_YBqwc/s1600/justliving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479641750328145154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAuZI7i1dQI/AAAAAAAABoE/HwCP9_YBqwc/s400/justliving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is an Irish blessings that goes like this -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day. May songbirds serenade you every step along the way. May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that’s always blue. And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-9160411208590436711?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9160411208590436711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=9160411208590436711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/9160411208590436711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/9160411208590436711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/butterfly-speaks.html' title='The Butterfly speaks'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAuZI7i1dQI/AAAAAAAABoE/HwCP9_YBqwc/s72-c/justliving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2889415386070770209</id><published>2010-06-01T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:59:22.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When fences are up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The grass on the other side of the fence may seem to be greener, but what it seems may not be what the truth is. The same applies when you see a turtle up on top of a fence, you know he had some help. If you don't know why it was up, then don't try to bring it down. It might be feeling safer up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read deeper into the quote below. We sometimes build up fences inside for a some reason. For her, the fence keeps her safe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ever take a fence down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;until you know why it was up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAURzBq49kI/AAAAAAAABn8/slWw6et-6RU/s1600/takedownafence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477804090085406274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAURzBq49kI/AAAAAAAABn8/slWw6et-6RU/s400/takedownafence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2889415386070770209?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2889415386070770209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2889415386070770209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2889415386070770209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2889415386070770209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-fences-are-up.html' title='When fences are up'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAURzBq49kI/AAAAAAAABn8/slWw6et-6RU/s72-c/takedownafence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-9022135422435045073</id><published>2010-05-31T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:42:30.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carefully, she sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People say not to ask for the meaning of the song of the bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Hope' is just the same. It is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words, and never stops ... at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To her, birds seems to signifies hope because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope is like a bird that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;senses the dawn and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;carefully starts to sing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;while it is still dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAUNDBTjFsI/AAAAAAAABn0/iTOCVev58dk/s1600/startstosing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477798867307271874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAUNDBTjFsI/AAAAAAAABn0/iTOCVev58dk/s400/startstosing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-9022135422435045073?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9022135422435045073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=9022135422435045073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/9022135422435045073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/9022135422435045073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/carefully-she-sings.html' title='Carefully, she sings'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAUNDBTjFsI/AAAAAAAABn0/iTOCVev58dk/s72-c/startstosing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1592783881045716120</id><published>2010-05-30T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:28:53.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever saw a wild thing felt sorry for itself? A small may drop frozen dead from a branch without ever feeling sorry for itself. When life ends, would you want to be like a bird that would arise to heaven without feeling sorry for yourself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Do what you can, with what you have. Don't ask for more, be contented. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be a bird that perched &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on a frail brunch though she &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feels bending beneath her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still, she sings away all the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing she has wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAUKVGNSqMI/AAAAAAAABns/HScEZhDRhKI/s1600/shehaswings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477795879325968578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAUKVGNSqMI/AAAAAAAABns/HScEZhDRhKI/s400/shehaswings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1592783881045716120?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1592783881045716120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1592783881045716120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1592783881045716120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1592783881045716120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-has-wings.html' title='It has wings'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAUKVGNSqMI/AAAAAAAABns/HScEZhDRhKI/s72-c/shehaswings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4695909532573491920</id><published>2010-05-29T19:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:17:24.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...they say it flies against, not with the wind. It's easy to imagine. Have you tried flying against the wind? Try it. Just throw your dreams into space like a kite. You do not know what it will bring back... a new life... a new friend... a new goal... a new beginning... a new ending?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try, but remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you send your kite flying up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ll at once you're lighter than air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can dance on the breeze &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;over houses and trees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With your fist holding tight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the string of your kite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAD2J3PI4yI/AAAAAAAABnc/3X9d-yM4PJQ/s1600/senditflyingup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476647796189225762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAD2J3PI4yI/AAAAAAAABnc/3X9d-yM4PJQ/s400/senditflyingup.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;... remember...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fist holding tight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the string of your kite!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4695909532573491920?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4695909532573491920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4695909532573491920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4695909532573491920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4695909532573491920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/kites.html' title='Kites...'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAD2J3PI4yI/AAAAAAAABnc/3X9d-yM4PJQ/s72-c/senditflyingup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-3885682622673018424</id><published>2010-05-28T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:39:06.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's start with a quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Ideals are like stars; you'll not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man in the desert of waters, you chose them as your guides. Following them, you will reach your destiny" &lt;br /&gt;-Carl Schurz-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to remind herself that nothing is perfect. There is crack in everything. That is how the light gets in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have no fear of Perfection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never reach it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAD7buYn-7I/AAAAAAAABnk/hWM9aZvoCOc/s1600/perfection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476653600608877490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAD7buYn-7I/AAAAAAAABnk/hWM9aZvoCOc/s400/perfection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-3885682622673018424?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3885682622673018424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=3885682622673018424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3885682622673018424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3885682622673018424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TAD7buYn-7I/AAAAAAAABnk/hWM9aZvoCOc/s72-c/perfection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-7316474121471134693</id><published>2010-05-25T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:48:01.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment is growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Long long ago, disappointment to her was devastating. Long ago, it was terrible. Now, it's sadness. People grow with experience. How true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappointment is Growth too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_viWKNzb5I/AAAAAAAABnU/40Oz3xRusKw/s1600/isgrowth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475218642326220690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_viWKNzb5I/AAAAAAAABnU/40Oz3xRusKw/s400/isgrowth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is experiencing disappointment again. This time, she is upset. What she had been working hard and aiming for through the past years, the goal, the dream... failed. Through this sadness, he, a friend, whom had made a great difference in my life said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The goal is not your only dream. It enables the future but you still have what it takes to succeed."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She was comforted. Whenever she feels the sadness and pain, she reminds herself of that statement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She smiles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-7316474121471134693?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7316474121471134693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=7316474121471134693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7316474121471134693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7316474121471134693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/disappointment-is-growth.html' title='Disappointment is growth'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_viWKNzb5I/AAAAAAAABnU/40Oz3xRusKw/s72-c/isgrowth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-6763793178046242936</id><published>2010-05-24T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:20:42.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be taught to fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A reminder for her to stay strong. Things might be hard, and always will be. That's challenges. It makes her grow. But God has promised that when He bring her to it, He will bring her through it. It's a promise. There is nothing too big that God and her can't solve. Nothing! She still holds faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came across this quote...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you have come to the edge of all light that you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And are about to drop into the darkness of the unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith is knowing one of two things will happen;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will be something solid to stand on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or you will be taught to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_vbpXSb1QI/AAAAAAAABnM/kOi9oze0g8U/s1600/attheedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475211275671426306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_vbpXSb1QI/AAAAAAAABnM/kOi9oze0g8U/s400/attheedge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-6763793178046242936?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6763793178046242936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=6763793178046242936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6763793178046242936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6763793178046242936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/youll-be-taught-to-fly.html' title='You&apos;ll be taught to fly'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_vbpXSb1QI/AAAAAAAABnM/kOi9oze0g8U/s72-c/attheedge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-100219984354236835</id><published>2010-05-23T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:50:43.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasured... Appreciated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a simple card to tell you, you, and more youS that you are treasured and appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adapt yourself to the life you have been given; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and truly love the people with whom destiny has surrounded you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_vHBcWCwDI/AAAAAAAABnE/gDTfuA4dy18/s1600/flowerheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475188599601414194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_vHBcWCwDI/AAAAAAAABnE/gDTfuA4dy18/s400/flowerheart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-100219984354236835?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/100219984354236835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=100219984354236835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/100219984354236835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/100219984354236835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/treasured-appreciated.html' title='Treasured... Appreciated'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_vHBcWCwDI/AAAAAAAABnE/gDTfuA4dy18/s72-c/flowerheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4795162816384765957</id><published>2010-05-22T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:51:15.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want the rainbow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Skies have been raining these days, in reality, and in her heart. She is disappointed about not getting what she had always wanted. She wish for a rainbow soon. Not that what she wanted would come... but acceptance it will be. She still did not learn her lesson of not having much expectation, for less expectation, at the end of the day, she can still say 'Though she wish for it, it's ok that it didn't come too'. Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want the rainbow? First embrace the rain...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_vEISqJ2kI/AAAAAAAABm8/spCXSNmV84s/s1600/wanttherainbow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475185418725612098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_vEISqJ2kI/AAAAAAAABm8/spCXSNmV84s/s400/wanttherainbow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4795162816384765957?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4795162816384765957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4795162816384765957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4795162816384765957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4795162816384765957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/want-rainbow.html' title='Want the rainbow?'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_vEISqJ2kI/AAAAAAAABm8/spCXSNmV84s/s72-c/wanttherainbow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-729437332834246737</id><published>2010-05-09T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:22:42.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the hands of a gifted teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Principal would be leaving soon. Everyone wanted to tell her how dear she is to me, you and us. This Mother's Day, we gave her a card, a card that expresses all our heartfelt thanks and the amount of difference she had made in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 gigantic rose represents her, and 22 little roses represents each and every staff. Butterflies in the background, is a reminder for her to fly, fly to where her heart leads her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475167770583856626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_u0FCNRdfI/AAAAAAAABm0/whvYepV4_2Y/s400/mothersdaycard.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back of the card, it reads... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the hands of a gifted teacher&lt;br /&gt;A classroom is a magical place&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a gifted teacher&lt;br /&gt;There is a smile on each childs' face&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a gifted teacher&lt;br /&gt;Creative energy is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a gifted teacher&lt;br /&gt;There's a catalyst who genuinely cares&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a gifted teacher&lt;br /&gt;Desire and wonder and awakened&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a gifted teacher&lt;br /&gt;The education agenda is shaken&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a gifted teacher&lt;br /&gt;Self-management skills are modelled&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a gifted teacher&lt;br /&gt;The best of reality is bottled&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a gifted teacher&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and talents are refined&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a gifted teacher&lt;br /&gt;The willed future is designed&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of you&lt;br /&gt;You are like a mother to us&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers' Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-729437332834246737?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/729437332834246737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=729437332834246737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/729437332834246737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/729437332834246737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-hands-of-gifted-teacher.html' title='In the hands of a gifted teacher'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/S_u0FCNRdfI/AAAAAAAABm0/whvYepV4_2Y/s72-c/mothersdaycard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-7944676177627432485</id><published>2009-11-12T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:21:05.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always remember... Always remembered</title><content type='html'>Memories of her will always be in her heart... Always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Female, Cocker Spaniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LADY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21 January 1999 - 15 October 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvTC63FlOI/AAAAAAAABms/PkCwX9J-x3U/s1600-h/ladyfrontpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403144225074549986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvTC63FlOI/AAAAAAAABms/PkCwX9J-x3U/s400/ladyfrontpage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-7944676177627432485?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7944676177627432485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=7944676177627432485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7944676177627432485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7944676177627432485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/always-remember-always-remembered.html' title='Always remember... Always remembered'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvTC63FlOI/AAAAAAAABms/PkCwX9J-x3U/s72-c/ladyfrontpage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-6579761213286331429</id><published>2009-11-12T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:18:05.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestest Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She remembers her as all these things and much much more... the one and only only one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvSni5rN_I/AAAAAAAABmk/OOdbuTLvaFE/s1600-h/lady2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403143754786486258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvSni5rN_I/AAAAAAAABmk/OOdbuTLvaFE/s400/lady2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's her bestest friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-6579761213286331429?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6579761213286331429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=6579761213286331429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6579761213286331429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6579761213286331429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/bestest-friend.html' title='Bestest Friend'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvSni5rN_I/AAAAAAAABmk/OOdbuTLvaFE/s72-c/lady2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2413264131987671389</id><published>2009-11-12T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:16:05.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pet's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read this poem over and over again to remind herself that she did not make a wrong decision. It was a decision that was made out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it should be, that I grow frail and weak,&lt;br /&gt;And pain should keep me from my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Then, you must do what must be done&lt;br /&gt;For this, the last battle, can't be won.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your grief stay your hand,&lt;br /&gt;For this day more than the rest,&lt;br /&gt;Your love and friendship stand the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've had so many years,&lt;br /&gt;What is to come can hold no fear.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not want me to suffer, so&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes, please let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Take me where my needs they'll tend,&lt;br /&gt;Only, stay with me to the end&lt;br /&gt;And hold me firm and speak to me&lt;br /&gt;Until my eyes no longer see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvR6j6IbgI/AAAAAAAABmc/Ib-gwE3iQrU/s1600-h/lady3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403142981962722818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvR6j6IbgI/AAAAAAAABmc/Ib-gwE3iQrU/s400/lady3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know in time you'll see it is a kindness you do for me&lt;br /&gt;Although my tail its last has waved,&lt;br /&gt;From pain and suffering I've been saved.&lt;br /&gt;Don't grieve it should be you who this thing decides to do.&lt;br /&gt;We've been so close, we two, these years,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your heart hold tears.&lt;br /&gt;Smile, for we have walked together &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2413264131987671389?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2413264131987671389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2413264131987671389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2413264131987671389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2413264131987671389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/pets-prayer.html' title='A Pet&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvR6j6IbgI/AAAAAAAABmc/Ib-gwE3iQrU/s72-c/lady3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-9092123059753498841</id><published>2009-11-12T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:11:55.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pawprints in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's her dog, HERS, and only hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's my dog, MINE&lt;br /&gt;She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;My other ears that hear above the winds&lt;br /&gt;She has told me more than a thousand times over&lt;br /&gt;That I am her reason for being -&lt;br /&gt;By the way she snugs against my leg,&lt;br /&gt;by the way she wags her tail upon seeing me,&lt;br /&gt;byt he way she shows hurt when I leave without taking her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive&lt;br /&gt;When I am sad, she clowns to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;When I am happy, we shared the joy&lt;br /&gt;When I am a fool, she ignores it&lt;br /&gt;When I succeed, she brags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403142118911579698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvRIUytFjI/AAAAAAAABmU/gvdYhsEaf0Q/s400/lady4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without her, I am only another person&lt;br /&gt;With her, my life is made meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has taught me the meaning of&lt;br /&gt;devotion is loyatly itself&lt;br /&gt;With her, I know the secret of comfort and a private peace&lt;br /&gt;She has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her head on my knee heal all the hurts&lt;br /&gt;She may be timid, but still,&lt;br /&gt;Her presence by my side is protection against&lt;br /&gt;my fears of dark and unknown things&lt;br /&gt;She has promised to wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever... wherever... in case I need her&lt;br /&gt;And I expect I will, as I always have&lt;br /&gt;She's my dog, MINE&lt;br /&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/8606719823325438985-9092123059753498841?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9092123059753498841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=9092123059753498841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/9092123059753498841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/9092123059753498841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/pawprints-in-my-heart.html' title='Pawprints in my heart'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvRIUytFjI/AAAAAAAABmU/gvdYhsEaf0Q/s72-c/lady4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-6011556734799095509</id><published>2009-11-12T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:02:46.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's Doggy door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Behind the door, writes a story of her and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My best friend closed her eyes that night,&lt;br /&gt;As her head was in my arm.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctors said she was in pain,&lt;br /&gt;And it was hard for her to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts that scurried through my head,&lt;br /&gt;As I cradled her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;Were of how I could go on without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was no gentle nudge&lt;br /&gt;With an intense "I love you gaze",&lt;br /&gt;Only a heart thats filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;Remembering our joy filled days.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for an Angel to appeared to me,&lt;br /&gt;And says,&lt;br /&gt;"You should cry no more,&lt;br /&gt;God also loves our canine friends,&lt;br /&gt;He's installed a 'doggy-door"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvOzmmZl7I/AAAAAAAABmM/OBvrFI3kZbg/s1600-h/lady5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403139563891300274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvOzmmZl7I/AAAAAAAABmM/OBvrFI3kZbg/s400/lady5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So she knows that she is warm and safe till they both meet at the Rainbow Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8606719823325438985-6011556734799095509?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6011556734799095509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=6011556734799095509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6011556734799095509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6011556734799095509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/heavens-doggy-door.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Doggy door'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvOzmmZl7I/AAAAAAAABmM/OBvrFI3kZbg/s72-c/lady5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-7090176017655600569</id><published>2009-11-12T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:55:30.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If tears could build a stairway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And memories a lane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll walk right up to Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And bring you Home again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvNGPKxwCI/AAAAAAAABmE/yS-tRX1qiN0/s1600-h/lady6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403137684995686434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvNGPKxwCI/AAAAAAAABmE/yS-tRX1qiN0/s400/lady6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's difficult to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-7090176017655600569?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7090176017655600569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=7090176017655600569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7090176017655600569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7090176017655600569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway to Heaven'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvNGPKxwCI/AAAAAAAABmE/yS-tRX1qiN0/s72-c/lady6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-7976336015618829055</id><published>2009-11-12T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:55:47.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rainbow Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever heard of the Rainbow Bridge? She asked many people. It's a special place for all our canine friends when they leave this place. It's a beautiful place, she can only imagine it as one... She feels the pinch, but she knows that all will be well... for her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When an animal dies that has been especially &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;close to someone here on Earth, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so they can run and play together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and our friends are warm and comfortable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvLIO35jaI/AAAAAAAABls/JXNW7wCIaIg/s1600-h/lady7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403135520252988834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvLIO35jaI/AAAAAAAABls/JXNW7wCIaIg/s400/lady7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They all run and play together, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her bright eyes are intent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her eager body quivers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her legs carry him faster and faster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The happy kisses rain upon your face;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hands again caress the beloved head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvLIRL1t9I/AAAAAAAABl0/xFrVTlFvTkA/s1600-h/lady8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403135520873494482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvLIRL1t9I/AAAAAAAABl0/xFrVTlFvTkA/s400/lady8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-7976336015618829055?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7976336015618829055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=7976336015618829055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7976336015618829055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7976336015618829055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/rainbow-bridge.html' title='The Rainbow Bridge'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SvvLIO35jaI/AAAAAAAABls/JXNW7wCIaIg/s72-c/lady7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-6677694686929879289</id><published>2009-10-31T19:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:59:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A g... journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perhaps she needs a hand to help her a little bit... just a little bit... to carry her up so that she can continue to walk, and maybe, sometimes, stumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere inside, she still wants to believe in fairies because once upon an enchanted evening, fireflies would dance, and fairies will make wishes come true. She only has one wish and she asked the fairies to please grant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Suwj1hsnWyI/AAAAAAAABks/662GBgprnnI/s1600-h/believeinfairies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398729455795919650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Suwj1hsnWyI/AAAAAAAABks/662GBgprnnI/s400/believeinfairies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deepest sympathy card for her to... ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Suwj1zBVhxI/AAAAAAAABk0/mgn6ToNCLIk/s1600-h/deepestsympathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398729460446234386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Suwj1zBVhxI/AAAAAAAABk0/mgn6ToNCLIk/s400/deepestsympathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for those who had lent a shoulder to cry on, to those who had lent a listening ear, to those who had lent a helping hand. This blue rose is for you, you and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Suwj2GkghkI/AAAAAAAABk8/F8uK8RrOycQ/s1600-h/rosethanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398729465694029378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Suwj2GkghkI/AAAAAAAABk8/F8uK8RrOycQ/s400/rosethanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, can you hear that she misses you? Very very very much. Very. See you on the rainbow bridge... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Suwj2VgyLcI/AAAAAAAABlE/praLXJHzUhU/s1600-h/missyouverymuch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398729469704940994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Suwj2VgyLcI/AAAAAAAABlE/praLXJHzUhU/s400/missyouverymuch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-6677694686929879289?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6677694686929879289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=6677694686929879289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6677694686929879289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6677694686929879289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/g-journey.html' title='A g... journey'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Suwj1hsnWyI/AAAAAAAABks/662GBgprnnI/s72-c/believeinfairies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-8527299524527329444</id><published>2009-10-25T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:54:13.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a stroll down the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do take some time to stroll down the beach. Watch the sunset, walk the soft sand, hear the waves, listen to the whistling of the wind... It's such a beautiful thing to do. I read that - In every grain of the sand, there is a story of the Earth. So beautifully described. Visual this in your minds' eyes. Enjoy the moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't grow up too quickly,&lt;br /&gt;Lest you forget how much&lt;br /&gt;you love the beach &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuRJRujWZkI/AAAAAAAABkA/cAWx_Oonye0/s1600-h/lovethebeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396518822399600194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuRJRujWZkI/AAAAAAAABkA/cAWx_Oonye0/s400/lovethebeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She imagines herself walking along the beach and she realizes that her life is like a stroll on the beach... as near to the edge as she can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If she was still little, if only she was still litte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminders of the carefree days,&lt;br /&gt;Building castles in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuRJRzJfoYI/AAAAAAAABkI/xMRx6bwCrFM/s1600-h/carefreedays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396518823633330562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuRJRzJfoYI/AAAAAAAABkI/xMRx6bwCrFM/s400/carefreedays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-8527299524527329444?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8527299524527329444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=8527299524527329444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8527299524527329444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8527299524527329444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-stroll-down-beach.html' title='Take a stroll down the beach'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuRJRujWZkI/AAAAAAAABkA/cAWx_Oonye0/s72-c/lovethebeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2372835867678596505</id><published>2009-10-24T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:15:00.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She works with children not because she loves children, but because she loves working with them. There is a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she watched the world and the children, there was a pain in her heart - neglected, abandoned, abused, forgotten... This shouldn't be happening to them for they are the most innocent of all beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could put faith, love and hope together, we can raise positive children in a negative world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitter are the tears of a child:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweeten them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep are the thoughts of a child:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiet them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharp is the grief of a child:&lt;br /&gt;Take it from him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soft is the heart of a child:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not harden it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuROwv4dmHI/AAAAAAAABkg/17xdZUpbZJY/s1600-h/heartofachild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396524852890671218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuROwv4dmHI/AAAAAAAABkg/17xdZUpbZJY/s400/heartofachild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2372835867678596505?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2372835867678596505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2372835867678596505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2372835867678596505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2372835867678596505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/child.html' title='A child...'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuROwv4dmHI/AAAAAAAABkg/17xdZUpbZJY/s72-c/heartofachild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-8555254151905409904</id><published>2009-10-23T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:15:43.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put on your dancing dress and start to dance like nobody is watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life may not be the party we hoped for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But while we are here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We should party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuRMEQ9JNZI/AAAAAAAABkY/5aM4pSCyazA/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396521889651307922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuRMEQ9JNZI/AAAAAAAABkY/5aM4pSCyazA/s400/party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-8555254151905409904?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8555254151905409904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=8555254151905409904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8555254151905409904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8555254151905409904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-party.html' title='Let&apos;s party'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SuRMEQ9JNZI/AAAAAAAABkY/5aM4pSCyazA/s72-c/party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2198737842929866684</id><published>2009-05-10T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:37:39.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... Live in the water...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wouldn't that be real cool? Did the centre beading and did not know how to continue to finish the card. Suddenly thought about the project approach - Underwater Theme - which I'm planning to do with my children this coming June. And I started to imagine being able to live in the water. How would it be? Free fun scary exciting adventurous wonderful....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SgbWgUtR8PI/AAAAAAAABj4/-v64gy4CdRc/s1600-h/inthewater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334186659469717746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SgbWgUtR8PI/AAAAAAAABj4/-v64gy4CdRc/s400/inthewater.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I'll know after June. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2198737842929866684?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2198737842929866684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2198737842929866684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2198737842929866684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2198737842929866684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-i-could.html' title='If I could...'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SgbWgUtR8PI/AAAAAAAABj4/-v64gy4CdRc/s72-c/inthewater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4585458136986579239</id><published>2009-05-09T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:24:45.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your blessings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... It's not easy because it seems that the bad things are easier to attract our attention. Count them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SgbVQagXR2I/AAAAAAAABjw/Is6qNhHR6hU/s1600-h/countthem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334185286636619618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SgbVQagXR2I/AAAAAAAABjw/Is6qNhHR6hU/s400/countthem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4585458136986579239?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4585458136986579239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4585458136986579239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4585458136986579239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4585458136986579239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count your blessings...'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SgbVQagXR2I/AAAAAAAABjw/Is6qNhHR6hU/s72-c/countthem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2386538111172536070</id><published>2009-05-01T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:12:47.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For showing and reminding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SfqQz-VzayI/AAAAAAAABjo/u6XMniJuwTs/s1600-h/thankyoustrips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330732331528579874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SfqQz-VzayI/AAAAAAAABjo/u6XMniJuwTs/s400/thankyoustrips.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for showing me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...there is more to life than increasing it's speed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SfqQz6X3QkI/AAAAAAAABjY/6bBi1-g6YGM/s1600-h/moretolife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330732330463478338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SfqQz6X3QkI/AAAAAAAABjY/6bBi1-g6YGM/s400/moretolife.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for reminding me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... when one door of happiness closes, another opens&lt;br /&gt;But often, we look so long at the closed door&lt;br /&gt;we do not see the one that has been opened for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SfqQz0HgnKI/AAAAAAAABjg/8IOL1wQ_BpY/s1600-h/doorofhappiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330732328784272546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SfqQz0HgnKI/AAAAAAAABjg/8IOL1wQ_BpY/s400/doorofhappiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8606719823325438985-2386538111172536070?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2386538111172536070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2386538111172536070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2386538111172536070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2386538111172536070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-showing-and-reminding.html' title='For showing and reminding'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SfqQz-VzayI/AAAAAAAABjo/u6XMniJuwTs/s72-c/thankyoustrips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-8393811606731571078</id><published>2009-04-18T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:15:51.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A land of fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, she wishes to live in the land of the fairies. As if in the fairytales, as if everything is innocent, as if there is no need to fight, as if she is free, as if they are all happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325941939133977730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SemL-cBvlII/AAAAAAAABjQ/bastTE1hrdw/s400/fairies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-8393811606731571078?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8393811606731571078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=8393811606731571078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8393811606731571078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8393811606731571078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/land-of-fairy.html' title='A land of fairy'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SemL-cBvlII/AAAAAAAABjQ/bastTE1hrdw/s72-c/fairies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-3477590146770732103</id><published>2009-04-13T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:18:58.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You shine! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SeMfLl9PLwI/AAAAAAAABjA/t5NKKjMbP3E/s1600-h/ushine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324133468510039810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SeMfLl9PLwI/AAAAAAAABjA/t5NKKjMbP3E/s400/ushine.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks a bunch&lt;br /&gt;for shining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SeMfP_rPc-I/AAAAAAAABjI/oJF9KBAjaTw/s1600-h/thanksabunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324133544133358562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SeMfP_rPc-I/AAAAAAAABjI/oJF9KBAjaTw/s400/thanksabunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-3477590146770732103?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3477590146770732103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=3477590146770732103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3477590146770732103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3477590146770732103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/u-shine.html' title='U shine'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SeMfLl9PLwI/AAAAAAAABjA/t5NKKjMbP3E/s72-c/ushine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-761226561829824632</id><published>2009-04-05T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:15:52.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the simple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy the&lt;br /&gt;simple things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sdis8aLQP0I/AAAAAAAABiw/LFrP8OGJzbM/s1600-h/taketime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321193113556893506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sdis8aLQP0I/AAAAAAAABiw/LFrP8OGJzbM/s400/taketime.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lifes' pace is getting real fast, so fast we all have failed to stop and notice the flowers that are growing at our feet. You pass by more than you could ever imagine. It is time to relax, and go slower. There is only one life, why hurry pass it? There are many things we can enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you run and you run&lt;br /&gt;to catch up with the sun&lt;br /&gt;But it's sinking&lt;br /&gt;racing around&lt;br /&gt;to come up&lt;br /&gt;behind you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sdis8dWvMaI/AAAAAAAABio/-lPUPbfGvnY/s1600-h/racingaround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321193114410365346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sdis8dWvMaI/AAAAAAAABio/-lPUPbfGvnY/s400/racingaround.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, we run and run, chasing after time. But we forgot that the sun will always come up behind us again. So, why run against time? All sounds so perfect if we can really slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experiences teaches slowly,&lt;br /&gt;and often at the cost of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sdis8o8-s2I/AAAAAAAABi4/iAKzLalcMf0/s1600-h/costofmistakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321193117523555170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sdis8o8-s2I/AAAAAAAABi4/iAKzLalcMf0/s400/costofmistakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's ok that you have been real fast in your pace. It's never too late to slow down. We all make mistakes of going too fast. It's an experience. And through this experience, we realise the mistakes. We will someday learn that we do need to take time to look at the beautiful things around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-761226561829824632?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/761226561829824632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=761226561829824632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/761226561829824632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/761226561829824632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/enjoy-simple-things.html' title='Enjoy the simple things'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sdis8aLQP0I/AAAAAAAABiw/LFrP8OGJzbM/s72-c/taketime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-8639535385266805761</id><published>2009-03-31T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:14:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheer up you. Don't frown for too long. I made you a card, to send a wish for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wish of happiness... Smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SdN2gzFIhSI/AAAAAAAABiY/T41Hl5dc-0U/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319725890694317346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SdN2gzFIhSI/AAAAAAAABiY/T41Hl5dc-0U/s400/happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-8639535385266805761?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8639535385266805761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=8639535385266805761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8639535385266805761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8639535385266805761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SdN2gzFIhSI/AAAAAAAABiY/T41Hl5dc-0U/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-3880249898225513344</id><published>2009-03-30T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:54:21.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I handmade the blue flower. The effect is not too bad huh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best wishes to those who are&lt;br /&gt;embarking on their new journey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SdgA74ZhPJI/AAAAAAAABig/J1u38Idy6XU/s1600-h/bestwishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321003988489944210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SdgA74ZhPJI/AAAAAAAABig/J1u38Idy6XU/s400/bestwishes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-3880249898225513344?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3880249898225513344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=3880249898225513344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3880249898225513344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3880249898225513344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-wishes.html' title='Best Wishes'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SdgA74ZhPJI/AAAAAAAABig/J1u38Idy6XU/s72-c/bestwishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4299332826425402568</id><published>2009-03-29T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:21:42.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird of paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bird of paradise alights only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;upon the hands that does not grasp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sc91KbVCssI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Cl7umU8RgbE/s1600-h/grasp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318598506943001282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sc91KbVCssI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Cl7umU8RgbE/s400/grasp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves this phrase... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What does it mean to you? To her, it meant freedom. Beautiful things will come upon those who are self-less, upon those who truly love, truly give. To whoever around them. The bird will sense the rare human sincerity, and land upon your hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4299332826425402568?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4299332826425402568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4299332826425402568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4299332826425402568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4299332826425402568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/bird-of-paradise.html' title='Bird of paradise'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sc91KbVCssI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Cl7umU8RgbE/s72-c/grasp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1243704007072848644</id><published>2009-03-28T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:14:06.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang in there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how tough, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I get to the end of the rope, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll tie a knot and hang in there! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang in there, you! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sc9zXhfQD4I/AAAAAAAABiI/SPwsDbM2XKw/s1600-h/tieaknot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318596532911476610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sc9zXhfQD4I/AAAAAAAABiI/SPwsDbM2XKw/s400/tieaknot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sc9zNaxGSYI/AAAAAAAABiA/Jod25YA4mgg/s1600-h/grasp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1243704007072848644?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1243704007072848644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1243704007072848644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1243704007072848644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1243704007072848644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/hang-in-there.html' title='Hang in there!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sc9zXhfQD4I/AAAAAAAABiI/SPwsDbM2XKw/s72-c/tieaknot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4006533203688148033</id><published>2009-03-28T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:37:19.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope whispers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work has engulfed her life, and she is really tired. Children are great, but partners need loads more effort to work with. Alot of times, she has the temptation that nags 'I quit!'. But she remembers she's doing all things for her children, and furthermore, she has a bond. The second reason sounds very much like an obligation! However, indeed, she loves her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she made herself a card that says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the world says 'give up',&lt;br /&gt;Hope whispers, 'Try it one more time.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sc39gFZXTjI/AAAAAAAABh4/ZCpJqhlq76Y/s1600-h/whispers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318185462640627250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sc39gFZXTjI/AAAAAAAABh4/ZCpJqhlq76Y/s400/whispers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4006533203688148033?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4006533203688148033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4006533203688148033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4006533203688148033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4006533203688148033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope-whispers.html' title='Hope whispers'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sc39gFZXTjI/AAAAAAAABh4/ZCpJqhlq76Y/s72-c/whispers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4662933441794439318</id><published>2009-03-04T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:08:12.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did this a couple of days ago. Knew that work is going to take up a lot of my time. Therefore, spent a little more time on a little more confusing card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a bookmark that reads: If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the other end of your own arm. So cute. So... I'll take my hand, and I make sure we (me, myself and I) will make it through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll make it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sa5SOY4P3jI/AAAAAAAABhw/an50WOgUDgo/s1600-h/holdmyhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309271417866411570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sa5SOY4P3jI/AAAAAAAABhw/an50WOgUDgo/s400/holdmyhand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4662933441794439318?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4662933441794439318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4662933441794439318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4662933441794439318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4662933441794439318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-my-hand.html' title='Take my hand'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/Sa5SOY4P3jI/AAAAAAAABhw/an50WOgUDgo/s72-c/holdmyhand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1870319357656404751</id><published>2009-02-26T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:06:16.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing and fly free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is seriously tune-deaf. But it's ok. Music is part of life. Therefore, let us just sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like nobody's listening!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaqTfCduADI/AAAAAAAABhg/cp7kKmDak7o/s1600-h/sing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308217272256299058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaqTfCduADI/AAAAAAAABhg/cp7kKmDak7o/s400/sing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not just merely self-entertainment. It tells her to feel free to sing, to fly, to soar. No matter what other's think or say&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(somebody somewhere will always be saying something unneccessary about us)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, just remember she's worth it. Just continue to sing, and to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fly high!&lt;br /&gt;Fly Free!&lt;br /&gt;Be what you are meant to be!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaqTfGVzc4I/AAAAAAAABho/O_c8pR6-Z0g/s1600-h/flyhigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308217273296843650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaqTfGVzc4I/AAAAAAAABho/O_c8pR6-Z0g/s400/flyhigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1870319357656404751?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1870319357656404751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1870319357656404751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1870319357656404751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1870319357656404751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/sing-and-fly-free.html' title='Sing and fly free!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaqTfCduADI/AAAAAAAABhg/cp7kKmDak7o/s72-c/sing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-5832161859849323848</id><published>2009-02-22T10:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:48:57.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Celebrate... I'm not too sure celebrate what too. Her graduation? Her career? Her good doings (oops)? Whatever it is, it is all worth celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC8KAs4f3I/AAAAAAAABhA/YCKb82E_4DM/s1600-h/celebrate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305447241215410034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC8KAs4f3I/AAAAAAAABhA/YCKb82E_4DM/s400/celebrate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We can celebrate the happy, we can also celebrate the sad times. Sad times make us stronger, why not celebrate? Not easy, I believe so too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The happiest of people don't necessary &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have the best of everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They just make the most of everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that comes along their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC8KCV35eI/AAAAAAAABhI/VQ40ja-NX6E/s1600-h/thehappiest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305447241655772642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC8KCV35eI/AAAAAAAABhI/VQ40ja-NX6E/s400/thehappiest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To make the most of everything that comes along your way, believe. Let's believe, and hold on to faith, love and hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith makes things possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love makes things easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope makes things bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC8KTHulWI/AAAAAAAABhQ/irkUuooMB5o/s1600-h/faithlovehope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305447246159844706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC8KTHulWI/AAAAAAAABhQ/irkUuooMB5o/s400/faithlovehope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-5832161859849323848?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5832161859849323848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=5832161859849323848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5832161859849323848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5832161859849323848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC8KAs4f3I/AAAAAAAABhA/YCKb82E_4DM/s72-c/celebrate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1118332751494718370</id><published>2009-02-21T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:50:33.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like the transparent see through effect of the 'T'. A simple card, yet so elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A card to thank her for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC52MwU3BI/AAAAAAAABg4/QOvjnyYitd8/s1600-h/whitethanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444701830437906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC52MwU3BI/AAAAAAAABg4/QOvjnyYitd8/s400/whitethanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1118332751494718370?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1118332751494718370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1118332751494718370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1118332751494718370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1118332751494718370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-her.html' title='Thank her'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC52MwU3BI/AAAAAAAABg4/QOvjnyYitd8/s72-c/whitethanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1209766631345016600</id><published>2009-02-20T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:50:21.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make time to give</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Almost all the cards have gone to charity again. Good girl me. Can use my craft to help others, what a wonderful and meaningful thing to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make time to give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC5GFnNp2I/AAAAAAAABgw/IkVhxFBbn68/s1600-h/maketimetogive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305443875279447906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC5GFnNp2I/AAAAAAAABgw/IkVhxFBbn68/s400/maketimetogive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1209766631345016600?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1209766631345016600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1209766631345016600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1209766631345016600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1209766631345016600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-time-to-give.html' title='Make time to give'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SaC5GFnNp2I/AAAAAAAABgw/IkVhxFBbn68/s72-c/maketimetogive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-470664847435558167</id><published>2009-02-16T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:07:54.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful occupation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every occupation has it's purpose. As long as one does not break the law or do things against their conscience, the job is truly useful, because they are contributing in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a zookeeper when I was little. It was so much fun to be with animals than with human species. They may be dangerous, but more dangerous are humans' mind. But fact has convinced me that science plays a big part, and hopelessly, I'm not good at it. So, perhaps that occupation needs more thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read about 'The little prince'. Yah, that story again. It's a beautiful story. So much about humans' behavior and adults thoughts/world. And he described an occupation so beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he lights his street lamp&lt;br /&gt;it is as if he brought one more star to life, or one flower&lt;br /&gt;When he puts out his lamp&lt;br /&gt;he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep&lt;br /&gt;That is a beautiful occupation&lt;br /&gt;And since it is beautiful, it is truly useful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SZlxdQF0FQI/AAAAAAAABgo/5WQ4dLocvXM/s1600-h/streetlamps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303394783554966786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SZlxdQF0FQI/AAAAAAAABgo/5WQ4dLocvXM/s400/streetlamps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-470664847435558167?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/470664847435558167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=470664847435558167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/470664847435558167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/470664847435558167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-occupation.html' title='A beautiful occupation'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SZlxdQF0FQI/AAAAAAAABgo/5WQ4dLocvXM/s72-c/streetlamps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2716770222729348975</id><published>2009-02-10T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:48:44.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the only person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you looking high and low for someone who can put a smile on your face? Or for someone to make your day? Or for anything to at all to change your thoughts, feelings and self? The best place to look for, would be within yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is only one person &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who could ever make you happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that person is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SZFpSLo-iiI/AAAAAAAABgg/cgmJTX_9A3M/s1600-h/onlyoneperson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301133997475007010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SZFpSLo-iiI/AAAAAAAABgg/cgmJTX_9A3M/s400/onlyoneperson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2716770222729348975?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2716770222729348975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2716770222729348975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2716770222729348975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2716770222729348975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-only-person.html' title='You&apos;re the only person'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SZFpSLo-iiI/AAAAAAAABgg/cgmJTX_9A3M/s72-c/onlyoneperson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-3840411196567485327</id><published>2009-02-09T09:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:48:12.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surrounded by people, whom can we really call our friends? What's your definition of friendship? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone who lends a helping hand when you're in need? Someone who laughs and cries with you? Someone who knows every little secret about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, true friendship is when he/she accepts and loves you for who you are, just who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a small pot of plant from M. Such a sweet and unique thought. It was funny, when we tried to light that candle... the memory still remains, carved deep, real deep. Thank you friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True friendship comes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the silence between two people &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is comfortable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SY-KvisDCJI/AAAAAAAABgQ/oESpjMSPu4U/s1600-h/silentfriendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300607835808401554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SY-KvisDCJI/AAAAAAAABgQ/oESpjMSPu4U/s400/silentfriendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends, so happy together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SY-Kv8ASQpI/AAAAAAAABgY/uU8D7SKl4zM/s1600-h/sohappytogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300607842604171922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SY-Kv8ASQpI/AAAAAAAABgY/uU8D7SKl4zM/s400/sohappytogether.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-3840411196567485327?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3840411196567485327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=3840411196567485327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3840411196567485327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3840411196567485327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-friendship.html' title='True friendship'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SY-KvisDCJI/AAAAAAAABgQ/oESpjMSPu4U/s72-c/silentfriendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2158636842171651383</id><published>2009-02-06T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:02:54.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wing of dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haven't had time for cards. Now that all is slow and easy again, I'll probably enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kites, are the wing of dreams. It teaches alot of lessons. It teaches that we should not be afriad of opposition, for the kite rises against, not with the wind. It is the contrary wind that raises it higher. This is call true courage. Therefore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made a kite for you today, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you'll have to look up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SYxCe5pSOCI/AAAAAAAABgI/1NwkEXNTIuY/s1600-h/kite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299683960145721378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SYxCe5pSOCI/AAAAAAAABgI/1NwkEXNTIuY/s400/kite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2158636842171651383?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2158636842171651383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2158636842171651383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2158636842171651383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2158636842171651383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/wing-of-dreams.html' title='Wing of dreams'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SYxCe5pSOCI/AAAAAAAABgI/1NwkEXNTIuY/s72-c/kite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1557325354169236899</id><published>2009-01-14T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:57:58.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destroy the weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like a gardener, he plants grass and notices that weeds have sprouted among the good grass. He goes to work to kill the weeds. He has to destroy the weeds or else it will destroy the good grass. You have to do the same. Destroy the weeds (negative thoughts) that are growing within you before they kill off the good grass (positive thoughts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always be mindful of what you are thinking and the effect that it will have on your life. When you notice the weed, kill it, before it kills the grasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, just this week, she will only hold positive, life empowering thoughts that move her closer to her goals. And we will destroy weeds that hold us back. Can you do that for yourself this week? I know she can. Don’t try to do it – DO IT. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://infoticle.com/you-cant-plant-apple-seeds-and-expect-oranges.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dawn Fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weeds can't grow in places&lt;br /&gt;you have planted flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SW3ulbA7emI/AAAAAAAABfY/m27iwjZV2Pk/s1600-h/weedscan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291147463904426594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SW3ulbA7emI/AAAAAAAABfY/m27iwjZV2Pk/s400/weedscan%27tgrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1557325354169236899?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1557325354169236899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1557325354169236899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1557325354169236899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1557325354169236899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/destroy-weeds.html' title='Destroy the weeds'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SW3ulbA7emI/AAAAAAAABfY/m27iwjZV2Pk/s72-c/weedscan%27tgrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-5040642763104688287</id><published>2009-01-11T20:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:49:20.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple occupation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From the 'Little Prince'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When he lights his street lamp, it is as if he brought one more star to life, or one flower. When he puts out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep. That is a beautiful occupation. And since it is beautiful, it is truly useful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple occupation, but as long as it means something, as long as it makes something different, perhaps just for a second or two, it's all worth it. Difficult things or work as maybe sometimes - maybe all the time, for some of us - whatever we sow today, we will reap tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the effort today, promises a result tomorrow, but if not tomorrow, then someday. Just keep sowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may not be easy&lt;br /&gt;but it will always be worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SWno6VQ9lHI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5xlYm0Wh-so/s1600-h/maynotbeasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290015326161704050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SWno6VQ9lHI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5xlYm0Wh-so/s400/maynotbeasy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-5040642763104688287?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5040642763104688287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=5040642763104688287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5040642763104688287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5040642763104688287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-occupation.html' title='A simple occupation'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SWno6VQ9lHI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5xlYm0Wh-so/s72-c/maynotbeasy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2894825942415466825</id><published>2008-12-30T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:56:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No smile is beautiful as the one that struggles through tears. She saw it on her face before. It happened when someone offered that hand. Everything was not the same, it became different after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare to reach out your hand into the darkness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to pull another hand into the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SVmpmW76FwI/AAAAAAAABfI/qZ0a_a9dOWQ/s1600-h/intothedarkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285442114152961794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SVmpmW76FwI/AAAAAAAABfI/qZ0a_a9dOWQ/s400/intothedarkness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2894825942415466825?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2894825942415466825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2894825942415466825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2894825942415466825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2894825942415466825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-my-hand.html' title='Take my hand'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SVmpmW76FwI/AAAAAAAABfI/qZ0a_a9dOWQ/s72-c/intothedarkness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-7558987232805180035</id><published>2008-12-25T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:42:36.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk the earth like brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The actual piece is MUCH nicer than the scanned image! The words isn't very clear as well. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have tried to achieve much. From deep till the core of this planet, to the highest and furthest point in the universe. In the hope of reaching the moon, men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet. What a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children can tell you that. They notices the smallest detail that adults failed to see. Grown-ups are walking way too fast. Ask a child and he can tell you the difference between the swimming motion of a whale and a shark. A child told me that. I didn't know. They Observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she can still live in childhood, with him... Perhaps, he will teach her how to better walk this earth with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have flown the air like birds&lt;br /&gt;And swam the sea like fishes&lt;br /&gt;But have yet to learn the simple act of&lt;br /&gt;walking the earth like brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SVN-E1ydSuI/AAAAAAAABfA/NAWHbBTfeos/s1600-h/likebrothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283705409459014370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SVN-E1ydSuI/AAAAAAAABfA/NAWHbBTfeos/s400/likebrothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-7558987232805180035?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7558987232805180035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=7558987232805180035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7558987232805180035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/7558987232805180035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/walk-earth-like-brothers.html' title='Walk the earth like brothers'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SVN-E1ydSuI/AAAAAAAABfA/NAWHbBTfeos/s72-c/likebrothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4232603488503774461</id><published>2008-12-21T08:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:44:57.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey within</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remembered someone told her 'Go out there and made a difference... because you can'. No matter how small that difference you made, it changes their life, and it changes yours as well. Surely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When is the last time you made a difference in someone else's life? Is this one of the reasons that make life more meaningful? Is this what she can live on to do? How many more hearts can she touch? She'll have to first touch her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only journey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the journey within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SU2QgkVhYmI/AAAAAAAABeU/DDu3zieIU-U/s1600-h/journeywithin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282036827159618146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SU2QgkVhYmI/AAAAAAAABeU/DDu3zieIU-U/s400/journeywithin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There can be no happiness if the things we believe in&lt;br /&gt;are different from the things we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The little prince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SU2QhLmJWKI/AAAAAAAABec/ZJgd2erjb_0/s1600-h/nohappinessif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282036837698328738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SU2QhLmJWKI/AAAAAAAABec/ZJgd2erjb_0/s400/nohappinessif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4232603488503774461?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4232603488503774461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4232603488503774461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4232603488503774461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4232603488503774461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/journey-within.html' title='A journey within'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SU2QgkVhYmI/AAAAAAAABeU/DDu3zieIU-U/s72-c/journeywithin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-5018782887096254228</id><published>2008-12-18T08:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:33:15.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A special Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love this Christmas card. Made for the very special someone who made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The spirit of Christmas is in the peace, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;joy and hope that it brings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May it touch your heart and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remain in your part of the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today and always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SU2OE2LDBsI/AAAAAAAABeM/GfImosVQAl0/s1600-h/christmasflowerbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282034151887931074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SU2OE2LDBsI/AAAAAAAABeM/GfImosVQAl0/s400/christmasflowerbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-5018782887096254228?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5018782887096254228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=5018782887096254228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5018782887096254228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5018782887096254228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/special-christmas.html' title='A special Christmas'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SU2OE2LDBsI/AAAAAAAABeM/GfImosVQAl0/s72-c/christmasflowerbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-3105806146800057763</id><published>2008-12-11T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:36:10.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears are telescopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems that tears are abundant these days for people around me. Is it the festive season that sometimes accompanies a little of loneliness? Is it the year coming to an year and changes will be just less than a month away? The anticipation of it can be upsetting sometimes. It's probably the downward coaster ride for some right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A card to remind us that it's ok to cry, for tears clenses the eyes so as to help us see further. May you tear because of joy, not sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears are often the telescope&lt;br /&gt;by which men see far into heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SUBuEY7wo4I/AAAAAAAABeE/CBhxdq3EJOI/s1600-h/telescopeheaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278339784969855874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SUBuEY7wo4I/AAAAAAAABeE/CBhxdq3EJOI/s400/telescopeheaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-3105806146800057763?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3105806146800057763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=3105806146800057763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3105806146800057763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3105806146800057763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/tears-are-telescopes.html' title='Tears are telescopes'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SUBuEY7wo4I/AAAAAAAABeE/CBhxdq3EJOI/s72-c/telescopeheaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1703559761704093893</id><published>2008-12-08T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:48:58.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A star of wonder, in the starry night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keeping watch of their flocks at night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An angel of the Lord appeared to them, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the glory of the Lord shone around them, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and they were terrified. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bring you good news of great joy that will for all the people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he is Christ the Lord.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STzfD-LEPBI/AAAAAAAABds/Y9lYgO9ve4o/s1600-h/christmaswonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338122693393426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STzfD-LEPBI/AAAAAAAABds/Y9lYgO9ve4o/s400/christmaswonder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STzfDrJ--CI/AAAAAAAABdk/98bXPpUsRr8/s1600-h/christmasnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338117588580386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STzfDrJ--CI/AAAAAAAABdk/98bXPpUsRr8/s400/christmasnight.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/8606719823325438985-1703559761704093893?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1703559761704093893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1703559761704093893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1703559761704093893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1703559761704093893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-star.html' title='Christmas star'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STzfD-LEPBI/AAAAAAAABds/Y9lYgO9ve4o/s72-c/christmaswonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-895124012894782915</id><published>2008-12-07T07:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:50:13.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas is forever, not for just one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for loving, sharing, giving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;are not to put awaylike bells and lights and tinsel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in some box upon a shelf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good you do for others is good you do yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STsPT2odXPI/AAAAAAAABc8/VlGvYM__b4k/s1600-h/christmastar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276828222151810290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STsPT2odXPI/AAAAAAAABc8/VlGvYM__b4k/s400/christmastar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas hollies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STsPTqtkUyI/AAAAAAAABc0/zRDKFwpYn-E/s1600-h/christmasholly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276828218952012578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STsPTqtkUyI/AAAAAAAABc0/zRDKFwpYn-E/s400/christmasholly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-895124012894782915?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/895124012894782915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=895124012894782915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/895124012894782915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/895124012894782915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-forever.html' title='Christmas is forever'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STsPT2odXPI/AAAAAAAABc8/VlGvYM__b4k/s72-c/christmastar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-388755863502185272</id><published>2008-12-06T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:31:32.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The draft of this card had sat on my table for quite a while. The word 'embrace'... I wasn't quite sure what is the thing she'll want to hold close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen rainbow 3 times. The full 7 colors. Perhaps I'm considered lucky to those who hasn't seen it before. It's nature, I love nature. Nobody draws it, nobody created it, nobody 'photoshoped' it. It happens by itself, for a reason. Always for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old saying - after the rain, the rainbow appears. I love rainbow. I love rain. I love it most when both comes together. Especially love the&lt;a href="http://dalesdesigns.net/firerainbow.jpg"&gt; fire rainbow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;you must first embrace the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STpULyytyRI/AAAAAAAABcs/8ygxaPtcN70/s1600-h/embrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276622475007740178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STpULyytyRI/AAAAAAAABcs/8ygxaPtcN70/s400/embrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-388755863502185272?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/388755863502185272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=388755863502185272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/388755863502185272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/388755863502185272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/embrace.html' title='Embrace'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STpULyytyRI/AAAAAAAABcs/8ygxaPtcN70/s72-c/embrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2337767797067842782</id><published>2008-12-04T07:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:41:02.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;During this Christmas season&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed&lt;br /&gt;With the spirit of the season&lt;br /&gt;which is peace&lt;br /&gt;The gladness of the season&lt;br /&gt;which is hope&lt;br /&gt;And the heart of the season&lt;br /&gt;which is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STcYjv-AAwI/AAAAAAAABck/lGD3boK8woY/s1600-h/christmaschild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275712490938827522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STcYjv-AAwI/AAAAAAAABck/lGD3boK8woY/s400/christmaschild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STcYjW3r7II/AAAAAAAABcc/7sXj0cuaTuI/s1600-h/christmassnowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275712484201458818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STcYjW3r7II/AAAAAAAABcc/7sXj0cuaTuI/s400/christmassnowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2337767797067842782?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2337767797067842782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2337767797067842782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2337767797067842782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2337767797067842782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-christmas-season.html' title='This Christmas Season'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STcYjv-AAwI/AAAAAAAABck/lGD3boK8woY/s72-c/christmaschild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-523056681036374987</id><published>2008-11-29T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:15:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is tenderness for the past, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;courage for the present, hope for the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a fervent wish that every cup &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that every path may lead to peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Christmas in your heart, everyday is Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STE_l0kkqnI/AAAAAAAABcU/-Fzg3uEwf-k/s1600-h/christmasflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274066557627312754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STE_l0kkqnI/AAAAAAAABcU/-Fzg3uEwf-k/s400/christmasflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STE_l3CWlLI/AAAAAAAABcM/vS6gvNxNEEw/s1600-h/christmasnoel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274066558289089714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STE_l3CWlLI/AAAAAAAABcM/vS6gvNxNEEw/s400/christmasnoel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-523056681036374987?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/523056681036374987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=523056681036374987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/523056681036374987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/523056681036374987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-christmas.html' title='What is Christmas?'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/STE_l0kkqnI/AAAAAAAABcU/-Fzg3uEwf-k/s72-c/christmasflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-9072299416717421159</id><published>2008-11-27T20:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:17:56.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like the effect of how the wings turn out. Not the best neither is it the way I had in mind. But still, it looks kind of cool. The words don't seems to compliment it either. Shall stop criticizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No bird soars too high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he soars with his own wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SS6O3MvVq1I/AAAAAAAABcE/kVu-pBNuW1U/s1600-h/withownwings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273309292661156690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SS6O3MvVq1I/AAAAAAAABcE/kVu-pBNuW1U/s400/withownwings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tried to find words for this card. But I couldn't. Somehow, it just explains itself. Soar, us... with your own wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-9072299416717421159?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9072299416717421159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=9072299416717421159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/9072299416717421159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/9072299416717421159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/soar.html' title='Soar'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SS6O3MvVq1I/AAAAAAAABcE/kVu-pBNuW1U/s72-c/withownwings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-249807388269247760</id><published>2008-11-26T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:39:16.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hourglass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isn't the story of the hourglass beautiful? It tells us that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment because it will never come again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What we leave behind is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not as important as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how we had lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SS1BXGQYKPI/AAAAAAAABb8/avMmtOyFrXQ/s1600-h/hourglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272942603792820466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SS1BXGQYKPI/AAAAAAAABb8/avMmtOyFrXQ/s400/hourglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-249807388269247760?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/249807388269247760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=249807388269247760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/249807388269247760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/249807388269247760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/hourglass.html' title='The hourglass'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SS1BXGQYKPI/AAAAAAAABb8/avMmtOyFrXQ/s72-c/hourglass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1645324039806945508</id><published>2008-11-22T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:50:48.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 feathered creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite my house sits a bird-shop. It has been there for as long as I can remember. 20 years I believe. The uncle watched me grow, I watched the uncle age. I wonder how someone can manage and take care of birds every day of their life for the past 20 odd years, definitely even more. Still remembered a bird that whistles whenever I walk past it. No idea where it is now. Seems like the trademark of this neighbourhood. So many things have moved in and out, but that shop remains, and the birds continue to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith is the bird that feels the light&lt;br /&gt;And sings when the dawn is still dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSf-pJaveqI/AAAAAAAABbk/iOvHYOhOIgI/s1600-h/birdfeelslight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271461871716629154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSf-pJaveqI/AAAAAAAABbk/iOvHYOhOIgI/s400/birdfeelslight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birds sing after a storm&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSf-pSrXINI/AAAAAAAABbs/hJCfsrXR6JA/s1600-h/birdssing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271461874202255570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSf-pSrXINI/AAAAAAAABbs/hJCfsrXR6JA/s400/birdssing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Hope' is the thing with feathers that perches in the sand&lt;br /&gt;And sings the tune without the words&lt;br /&gt;and never stops at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSf-pQ6dIEI/AAAAAAAABb0/tOa2Q-irFj8/s1600-h/withfeathers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271461873728692290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSf-pQ6dIEI/AAAAAAAABb0/tOa2Q-irFj8/s400/withfeathers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/8606719823325438985-1645324039806945508?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1645324039806945508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1645324039806945508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1645324039806945508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1645324039806945508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/winged.html' title='Winged'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSf-pJaveqI/AAAAAAAABbk/iOvHYOhOIgI/s72-c/birdfeelslight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-3224960084056889322</id><published>2008-11-16T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:09:55.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly flower hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a long time since I last made cards. Did 3 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things have been going on for the past one month. Felt like an eternity for her. So a sweet little butterfly card to remind her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith makes things possible&lt;br /&gt;Love makes things easy&lt;br /&gt;Hope makes things bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSAaH_WAEII/AAAAAAAABbU/ayfWaY0zuy0/s1600-h/faithbutterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269240288588599426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSAaH_WAEII/AAAAAAAABbU/ayfWaY0zuy0/s400/faithbutterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she learnt that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if we could see the miracle&lt;br /&gt;of one single flower clearly&lt;br /&gt;our whole life would change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSAaH5tCXaI/AAAAAAAABbM/zxOIDLRpGHg/s1600-h/singleflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269240287074606498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSAaH5tCXaI/AAAAAAAABbM/zxOIDLRpGHg/s400/singleflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To conclude the month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The human heart feels things that the eyes cannot see&lt;br /&gt;and knows what the mind cannot understand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The heart whispers, so listen closely, and feel deeply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSAaIJ3mGKI/AAAAAAAABbc/0qaFp2yw7ls/s1600-h/humanheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269240291413858466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSAaIJ3mGKI/AAAAAAAABbc/0qaFp2yw7ls/s400/humanheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-3224960084056889322?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3224960084056889322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=3224960084056889322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3224960084056889322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3224960084056889322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/butterfly-flower-hearts.html' title='Butterfly flower hearts'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SSAaH_WAEII/AAAAAAAABbU/ayfWaY0zuy0/s72-c/faithbutterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-466545309522892048</id><published>2008-11-01T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:02:33.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did this 2 weeks back. A reminder for you to 'be well'. No matter what, be well. Many things are inevitable, just be well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best way to know life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is to lose many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SQvwvn4lOWI/AAAAAAAABBU/W9vnNk7Nh7o/s1600-h/Bewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263565290463377762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SQvwvn4lOWI/AAAAAAAABBU/W9vnNk7Nh7o/s400/Bewell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-466545309522892048?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/466545309522892048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=466545309522892048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/466545309522892048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/466545309522892048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-well.html' title='Be well'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SQvwvn4lOWI/AAAAAAAABBU/W9vnNk7Nh7o/s72-c/Bewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-5487320325790690089</id><published>2008-10-22T08:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:59:32.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With one silent laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With one silent lie, they tilted the night, and the stars shattered to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With one silent laugh&lt;br /&gt;you tilted the night&lt;br /&gt;And the garden ran with stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SP5w2n8bk7I/AAAAAAAABBM/-YVRQDWMSXM/s1600-h/ranwithstars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259765498553013170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SP5w2n8bk7I/AAAAAAAABBM/-YVRQDWMSXM/s400/ranwithstars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-5487320325790690089?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5487320325790690089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=5487320325790690089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5487320325790690089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5487320325790690089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/with-one-silent-laugh.html' title='With one silent laugh'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SP5w2n8bk7I/AAAAAAAABBM/-YVRQDWMSXM/s72-c/ranwithstars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-694662889570215080</id><published>2008-10-21T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:30:18.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She told me she never believes that promises can be broken. Though it happens everyday, everywhere, she keeps her principle. A principle of trust, of self, and others. To know that a promise is genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are the only living species who are able make promises, and of cos, break them. Have they thought about the misery it can cause the other party? Especially when a major issue of trust is in jeopardy? A broken promise can cause sadness, anger, hate etc. Worst of all, it can cost - trust. Once trust lives no more in a person's soul... what happens? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promises are not meant to be broken&lt;br /&gt;Where is the trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SP1oBnrffkI/AAAAAAAABBE/Keg7IRWqBww/s1600-h/promises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259474316879167042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SP1oBnrffkI/AAAAAAAABBE/Keg7IRWqBww/s400/promises.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bud has fallen, so have the leaves. Broken.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-694662889570215080?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/694662889570215080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=694662889570215080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/694662889570215080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/694662889570215080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SP1oBnrffkI/AAAAAAAABBE/Keg7IRWqBww/s72-c/promises.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-6727989188941507129</id><published>2008-10-18T19:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:19:03.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Reminders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was browsing other cards on the net, they are beautiful, then I realise how simple and easy my cards are. Maybe one day, I'll &lt;em&gt;'advance'&lt;/em&gt; to those standards, but it's not my style. Perhaps not. So for now, I'll make do with what I feel I'm ok with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learn to be one thing... I need to nurture a lot more of my patience in these (many) areas. Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 simple cards as a reminder for you. Keep them in mind. Journey ahead will be a little easier. Hang in there, you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow your dreams, take one step at a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't settle for less; just continue to climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SPnRPn8XZLI/AAAAAAAABA8/P_2UmL9dfAE/s1600-h/continuetoclimb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258464106282181810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SPnRPn8XZLI/AAAAAAAABA8/P_2UmL9dfAE/s400/continuetoclimb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Unless you flap your wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never know how high you can fly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SPnRPZ9NObI/AAAAAAAABA0/WqTse0cON1A/s1600-h/flapyourwings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258464102527613362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SPnRPZ9NObI/AAAAAAAABA0/WqTse0cON1A/s400/flapyourwings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-6727989188941507129?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6727989188941507129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=6727989188941507129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6727989188941507129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6727989188941507129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-reminders.html' title='2 Reminders'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SPnRPn8XZLI/AAAAAAAABA8/P_2UmL9dfAE/s72-c/continuetoclimb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1993246287674646526</id><published>2008-10-15T11:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:45:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For souls out there in search of a glimspe of hope - Don't light your candles at both ends, is the advice. That glimpse of hope stands from the quote &lt;em&gt;'There is not enough darkness in the world to even put out the light of one small candle.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Candles, such a simple object, yet symbolises so many things - birth celebrations festivals peace joy sorrow sympathy condolences hope love light miracle... and when things comes to an end... ashes to ashes, dust to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My candle burns at both its ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will not last the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But oh my foes and friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It gives a lovely light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SPVl5iuTM1I/AAAAAAAABAs/SfODA8KHwjQ/s1600-h/mycandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257220179272872786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SPVl5iuTM1I/AAAAAAAABAs/SfODA8KHwjQ/s400/mycandle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1993246287674646526?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1993246287674646526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1993246287674646526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1993246287674646526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1993246287674646526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/candles.html' title='Candles'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SPVl5iuTM1I/AAAAAAAABAs/SfODA8KHwjQ/s72-c/mycandle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-8831289099423189091</id><published>2008-10-08T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:41:46.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A game of chess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever played a game of chess? Do you know how to play it? If not, learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things you don't want to know, but have to know, don't want to accept, but have to no matter what. Only 2 choices, either you do, or you don't. If you don't, it can cost a life. Life is like a game of chess. To win, sometimes we have to sacrifice some things. Including things you love, things you can't let go of, and at times... even a LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOybfuRWzBI/AAAAAAAABAk/N-j_0YIAixw/s1600-h/gameofchess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254745834533604370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOybfuRWzBI/AAAAAAAABAk/N-j_0YIAixw/s400/gameofchess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow, someone is not here anymore, accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-8831289099423189091?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8831289099423189091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=8831289099423189091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8831289099423189091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8831289099423189091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/game-of-chess.html' title='A game of chess'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOybfuRWzBI/AAAAAAAABAk/N-j_0YIAixw/s72-c/gameofchess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-5302682496447454086</id><published>2008-10-07T20:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:57:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a little boy, now a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Torey Hayden's book - One child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 years old Sheila was abandoned by her mother on the highway. She was sent to a class for severely retarded children after abducting a 3 year old neighborhood child, tied him to a tree in a nearby woodlot and burned him. What is going through this child's mind? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sheila was not the only victim; her father undoubtedly needed and deserved as much care as she did... Such a feeling so close to home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once there had been a little boy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whose pain and sufferings were never relieved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now there is a man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only there could be enough people to care, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enough people to love without reservation... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOtZmQnTWOI/AAAAAAAABAc/2xs1G46Ai50/s1600-h/enoughpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254391904087529698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOtZmQnTWOI/AAAAAAAABAc/2xs1G46Ai50/s400/enoughpeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of the school year, she wrote a letter to Torey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the rest came, they tried to make me laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They played their games with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some games for fun and some for keeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then they went away leaving me in the ruins of the games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not knowing which were for keeps and which were for fun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and leaving me with the echoes of laughter that was not mine. &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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With your funny way of being not quite human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you made me cry and you didn't seem to care if I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You just said the games are over and you waited... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until all my tears turned into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I teared. The only 2nd book that had made me teared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-5302682496447454086?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5302682496447454086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=5302682496447454086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5302682496447454086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/5302682496447454086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-little-boy-now-man.html' title='Once a little boy, now a man'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOtZmQnTWOI/AAAAAAAABAc/2xs1G46Ai50/s72-c/enoughpeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-341298581156286074</id><published>2008-10-06T19:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:31:31.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does 'tame' mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an act too often neglected. If you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the step that will be different from all the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One only understands the things that one tame. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Men&lt;/span&gt; have no time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Please tame me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOn1I-Yh4HI/AAAAAAAABAM/SuuaWc8dgNQ/s1600-h/menhavenotime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253999974838034546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOn1I-Yh4HI/AAAAAAAABAM/SuuaWc8dgNQ/s400/menhavenotime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the little prince tamed the fox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The hours of departure drew near, goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now here is my secret, a very simple secret: &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Men have forgotten this truth. But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOn1JG1kb0I/AAAAAAAABAU/7tYY0otEHoU/s1600-h/invisible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253999977107320642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOn1JG1kb0I/AAAAAAAABAU/7tYY0otEHoU/s400/invisible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-341298581156286074?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/341298581156286074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=341298581156286074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/341298581156286074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/341298581156286074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-prince.html' title='The little prince'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOn1I-Yh4HI/AAAAAAAABAM/SuuaWc8dgNQ/s72-c/menhavenotime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-3051943236333311181</id><published>2008-10-05T16:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:07:19.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For him and him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people don't believe in having true friends, some agree that a friend in need is a friend indeed. Which side do you stand on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are around you, don't forget to let them know that they're appreciated. It's always nice to hear it. Thank them for being around, bringing some joy-laughter-smile... Thank you dear pal. Thank you for all the 'whatevers', 'anythings' and 'do-you-think-I-cares?'. Thank you for being ridiculous, dumb, irritating, encouraging, humorous, childish... just everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you and you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOiDka-jSiI/AAAAAAAAA_8/5RiYnz7LZ58/s1600-h/hangingflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253593627067894306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOiDka-jSiI/AAAAAAAAA_8/5RiYnz7LZ58/s200/hangingflowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOiDkU4tgHI/AAAAAAAABAE/eYieqNInAao/s1600-h/whenyoumust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253593625432785010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOiDkU4tgHI/AAAAAAAABAE/eYieqNInAao/s200/whenyoumust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-3051943236333311181?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3051943236333311181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=3051943236333311181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3051943236333311181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/3051943236333311181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-him-and-him.html' title='For him and him'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOiDka-jSiI/AAAAAAAAA_8/5RiYnz7LZ58/s72-c/hangingflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4403824159477528832</id><published>2008-10-04T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:26:18.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not all that glitters are gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When things are done and accomplished with sincerity and passion, it can be felt by another; just like you can hear the person smiling at the end of another phone line. Not everything that appears to be easy are easy nor difficult are difficult. Some things that appear simple can be complex. Not all that glitters are gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, most of my cards have inspirational quotes on it - it is not meant to be just a card. I always believe that no matter how resilient or strong a person, we all need reminders at times. A simple reminder can go a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A burnt child dreads the fire.&lt;br /&gt;When you're afraid,&lt;br /&gt;do the things you're afraid of,&lt;br /&gt;and soon you'll lose fear of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOdemS9DNwI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Ads13tWSPp0/s1600-h/whenyouareafraid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253271502366914306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOdemS9DNwI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Ads13tWSPp0/s400/whenyouareafraid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry because it's over,&lt;br /&gt;smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOdel5k7U4I/AAAAAAAAA-s/zIqrUNltohc/s1600-h/don"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253271495554847618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOdel5k7U4I/AAAAAAAAA-s/zIqrUNltohc/s400/don%27tcry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.&lt;br /&gt;When you reach for the stars, you might not get one,&lt;br /&gt;but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOdemACUWCI/AAAAAAAAA-0/NLJYGgrkFU4/s1600-h/reachforthestars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253271497288734754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOdemACUWCI/AAAAAAAAA-0/NLJYGgrkFU4/s400/reachforthestars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk on with hope in your heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you'll never walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOdemEkdVMI/AAAAAAAAA-8/UEF5twg_e4s/s1600-h/walkwithhope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253271498505671874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOdemEkdVMI/AAAAAAAAA-8/UEF5twg_e4s/s400/walkwithhope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4403824159477528832?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4403824159477528832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4403824159477528832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4403824159477528832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4403824159477528832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-all-that-glitters-are-gold.html' title='Not all that glitters are gold'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOdemS9DNwI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Ads13tWSPp0/s72-c/whenyouareafraid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-277688101631235346</id><published>2008-10-03T09:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:54:01.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopes and dreams&lt;/em&gt; have turned wary, like the summer bird that has swiftly flown away. &lt;em&gt;Fear and uncertainty&lt;/em&gt; came knocking hard on the door, and it's really easy to give in to these fears. In these times, pain has blind my vision to see clearly through the rain. We all do, sometimes. But somehow, somewhere, there's a small, but still resilient voice, says that &lt;em&gt;hope is very near&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There can be miracles when you believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows what miracles you can achieve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you believe, somehow you will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOV5ocBVS-I/AAAAAAAAA-k/zUIt1fcRe1I/s1600-h/whenyoubelieve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252738276021062626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOV5ocBVS-I/AAAAAAAAA-k/zUIt1fcRe1I/s400/whenyoubelieve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click on image for larger view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How many times have miracles ever happened in our &lt;em&gt;(my)&lt;/em&gt; life? A couple of times, I can remember. Everyone of it brings along a little more hope. &lt;a href="http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/hope.html"&gt;Hope&lt;/a&gt; is why the stars light their candles every night. When you believe, it might not necessarily be miracles. But it's because you have believed, so it happened. &lt;em&gt;Whether you believe you can or believe you can't, either way you're probably right - Henry Ford. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-277688101631235346?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/277688101631235346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=277688101631235346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/277688101631235346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/277688101631235346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-you-believe.html' title='When you believe'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SOV5ocBVS-I/AAAAAAAAA-k/zUIt1fcRe1I/s72-c/whenyoubelieve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-6718089264035638458</id><published>2008-09-27T21:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:33:29.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny moments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had the ANIC rehearsal today. Remembered one we did in 2006. Then, thought about sadeaf's in-house rehearsals for anic and other performances. The laughters is something I believe everyone there will remember. It's the most enjoyable thing about being in Xtomic. We do stupid things, childish things, shoot words, play childhood games etc. Also, I can't help it but found the extremely funny clips on youtube that we posted last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those who sees their face in the videos, I'm so sorry. I can't help it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Links (click) and ANIC photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3GWOllaGSE"&gt;Aaron and his salty banana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-o5eHmopA0"&gt;Expressive Melvin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dv3h_Z_WC1E"&gt;The crab dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqGQqwabR90"&gt;Famous 5 poses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcfMUULstvs"&gt;'Old school' game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SN4z8gawgNI/AAAAAAAAA-U/kP_BdMHKUPM/s1600-h/anicscrapbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250691330147909842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SN4z8gawgNI/AAAAAAAAA-U/kP_BdMHKUPM/s400/anicscrapbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-6718089264035638458?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6718089264035638458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=6718089264035638458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6718089264035638458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6718089264035638458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/had-anic-rehearsal-today.html' title='Funny moments!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SN4z8gawgNI/AAAAAAAAA-U/kP_BdMHKUPM/s72-c/anicscrapbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2927565619289538038</id><published>2008-09-25T22:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:55:15.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's ok to dream, dream about the possibles, dream about the impossibles. No dream is too small. Imagine achieving them, imagine getting there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine all the people, living life in peace. Imagine all the people, sharing all the world. I maybe a dreamer, but this is too complicated a dream to be imagining for it will never happen in the rest of my life. But... it doesn't harm to imagine, because everything will be peaceful, everyone will live as one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click on image for larger view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249964353153816898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNuew4EyWUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/1Y21Q6Lvm_E/s400/imagine.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hell below us, above us only sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine all the people, living for today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing to kill or die for, and no religions too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine all the people, living life in peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine no possession, I wonder if you can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No need for greed or hunger, or brotherhood of man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine all the people, sharing all the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I'm not the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2927565619289538038?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2927565619289538038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2927565619289538038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2927565619289538038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2927565619289538038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNuew4EyWUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/1Y21Q6Lvm_E/s72-c/imagine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-6443837201128517684</id><published>2008-09-23T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:25:51.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She to him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't make this card. I was only the advisor. Miss L spent about 3 hours trying to get this right. Her patience, her concentration, her detailed-ness, her sincerity to him... wow. Women... Satisfied, very satified indeed she is. Her first handmade card, how could she not be proud. I think it's pretty. Prettier is the effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249191693472485218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNjgCKdbz2I/AAAAAAAAA90/OSx7FEnjkGY/s400/bluering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-6443837201128517684?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6443837201128517684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=6443837201128517684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6443837201128517684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/6443837201128517684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-to-him.html' title='She to him'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNjgCKdbz2I/AAAAAAAAA90/OSx7FEnjkGY/s72-c/bluering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4930943510861280487</id><published>2008-09-21T17:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:18:09.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowin' In the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did a &lt;a href="http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/search?q=blowin+in+the+wind"&gt;similar&lt;/a&gt; one before in card form. Now in A4 size, it looks as charming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First time cos of news about Palestine, second time cos those are questions whose answers I seek. How can people ever be so blind? It reminds us to slow down, to look, to think. Like the wind, the answer often whispers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The answer my friend&lt;br /&gt;is Blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248404426434315490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNYUBMM0hOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/YSWprHuvJ94/s400/blowin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many roads must a man walk down&lt;br /&gt;Before you call him a man&lt;br /&gt;how many seas must a white dove sail&lt;br /&gt;Before she sleeps in the sand&lt;br /&gt;how many times must the cannon balls fly&lt;br /&gt;Before they're forever banned&lt;br /&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many times must a man look up&lt;br /&gt;Before he can see the sky?&lt;br /&gt;how many ears must one man have&lt;br /&gt;Before he can hear people cry?&lt;br /&gt;how many deaths will it take till he knows&lt;br /&gt;That too many people have died?&lt;br /&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many years can a mountain exist&lt;br /&gt;Before it's washed to the sea?&lt;br /&gt;how many years can some people exist&lt;br /&gt;Before they're allowed to be free?&lt;br /&gt;How many times can a man turn his head,&lt;br /&gt;pretending he just doesn't see?&lt;br /&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4930943510861280487?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4930943510861280487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4930943510861280487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4930943510861280487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4930943510861280487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/blowin-in-wind.html' title='Blowin&apos; In the Wind'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNYUBMM0hOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/YSWprHuvJ94/s72-c/blowin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-8150545109203049334</id><published>2008-09-18T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:34:49.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors of the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heard this song in multi-language. Really loved it. The graphics that accompanies the lyrics, beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no venom like that of the tongue. Think before you speak because the cruel things people sometimes say to one another can hurt more than deadliest poison can. Let not the pot call the kettle black - do not criticise others for weakness that you might possess too - for if you walk the footstep of a stranger, you'll learn things you never knew. Listen more, and speak less. You'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you walk the footsteps of a stranger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll learn things you never knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261573077400066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNWSGB-cegI/AAAAAAAAA9E/nMmadX4UzIE/s400/pocahontas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-8150545109203049334?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8150545109203049334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=8150545109203049334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8150545109203049334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/8150545109203049334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/colors-of-wind.html' title='Colors of the Wind'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNWSGB-cegI/AAAAAAAAA9E/nMmadX4UzIE/s72-c/pocahontas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-2474072479994168407</id><published>2008-09-10T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:36:18.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same but different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cut from the same piece of paper, but different design. Ready designed papers are for 'lazy' people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Threaded beads to make the dangling 'ribbons'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Butterfly is from peel-off and I colored it. And I made it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for you &lt;em&gt;(me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNTdMVzhO_I/AAAAAAAAA80/-mnUxRX2rgU/s1600-h/butterfly+beads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248062669874871282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNTdMVzhO_I/AAAAAAAAA80/-mnUxRX2rgU/s400/butterfly+beads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Many thanks' and 2 green stars are all I added to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNTdMpywseI/AAAAAAAAA88/A5LepEvVk-k/s1600-h/manythanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248062675240399330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNTdMpywseI/AAAAAAAAA88/A5LepEvVk-k/s400/manythanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-2474072479994168407?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2474072479994168407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=2474072479994168407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2474072479994168407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/2474072479994168407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/same-but-different.html' title='Same but different'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SNTdMVzhO_I/AAAAAAAAA80/-mnUxRX2rgU/s72-c/butterfly+beads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4891129391767783787</id><published>2008-08-23T09:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:34:28.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeyore Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing to you... My Eeyore family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SK9oiqc9wGI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ZasAxpXJCuU/s1600-h/Bigeeyores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237519836375793762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SK9oiqc9wGI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ZasAxpXJCuU/s400/Bigeeyores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SK9oio7_9nI/AAAAAAAAA8c/MJ4anX7TPZk/s1600-h/bedeeyores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237519835969091186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SK9oio7_9nI/AAAAAAAAA8c/MJ4anX7TPZk/s400/bedeeyores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiny ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SK9oi6z4GlI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TPE_xfmIeRQ/s1600-h/babyeeyores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237519840766859858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SK9oi6z4GlI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TPE_xfmIeRQ/s400/babyeeyores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eeyore family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SK9oi7nCr7I/AAAAAAAAA8s/VCRFWogiIoo/s1600-h/Eeyorefamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237519840981462962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SK9oi7nCr7I/AAAAAAAAA8s/VCRFWogiIoo/s400/Eeyorefamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4891129391767783787?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4891129391767783787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4891129391767783787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4891129391767783787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4891129391767783787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/eeyore-family.html' title='Eeyore Family'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SK9oiqc9wGI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ZasAxpXJCuU/s72-c/Bigeeyores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1383897457231944485</id><published>2008-08-20T10:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:18:15.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few 'love' card. Not my favourite theme to do because there is no feel when doing the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKt-cKr_lPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/zPvNzx6oTNM/s1600-h/loveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236418014118647026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKt-cKr_lPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/zPvNzx6oTNM/s200/loveyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKt-cSdsQGI/AAAAAAAAA7s/kh1CHURq8e8/s1600-h/loveyouandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236418016206143586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKt-cSdsQGI/AAAAAAAAA7s/kh1CHURq8e8/s200/loveyouandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKt-cFU5McI/AAAAAAAAA7c/3fYDE2my_gA/s1600-h/whatIlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236418012679582146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKt-cFU5McI/AAAAAAAAA7c/3fYDE2my_gA/s200/whatIlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-1383897457231944485?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1383897457231944485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1383897457231944485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1383897457231944485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1383897457231944485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKt-cKr_lPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/zPvNzx6oTNM/s72-c/loveyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-1468508764377600341</id><published>2008-08-18T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:09:09.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celestial flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3D decoupage angel. Feel so bad for printing the picture instead of creating it myself. But I like the effect anyway. It gives a sense of peace and tranquility though some of you may not think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The flowers wear celestial colors, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the delicate texture of angel's wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236415907958119906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKt8hkoMXeI/AAAAAAAAA68/Ahd-M5hRMug/s400/celestial+flower.jpg" border="0" /&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/8606719823325438985-1468508764377600341?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1468508764377600341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=1468508764377600341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1468508764377600341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/1468508764377600341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/celestial-flower.html' title='Celestial flower'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKt8hkoMXeI/AAAAAAAAA68/Ahd-M5hRMug/s72-c/celestial+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4653028545405627147</id><published>2008-08-14T10:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:30:14.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's holiday and I've done quite a number of cards, but have yet to scan and upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 birthday cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This feels a little gypsied. Don't really like the color. But everything is worth a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234194220597745394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKOX6WQhlvI/AAAAAAAAA6s/XKVqyGJLP-8/s320/Silverbannerbirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Look carefully at teddy. It has flowers embossed on it. It's finally the opening ceremony of my new embossing plate I bought 2 months ago! This card is for my mum's best friend's birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234194218096785890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKOX6M8P-eI/AAAAAAAAA6k/oDsm00-KA8Y/s320/bearbirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4653028545405627147?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4653028545405627147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4653028545405627147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4653028545405627147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4653028545405627147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SKOX6WQhlvI/AAAAAAAAA6s/XKVqyGJLP-8/s72-c/Silverbannerbirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606719823325438985.post-4275741257761887724</id><published>2008-08-09T19:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:14:17.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mel mel's thank you cum congratulation card for his friend's promotion. Thanks for coming to me for the cards. And congrats to mel mel for getting the Ngee Ann Kongsi Scholarship. What a prestigious award that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May you grow higher and higher everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232489317937716834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SJ2JT860HmI/AAAAAAAAA6c/a0H8rHNzLTI/s320/flowerpot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the blue one very much. Feels simple, sweet, and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be like the butterflies, fly higher and higher, reach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232488420422921778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SJ2IftanLjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/J8DP_VA8DKU/s320/congrats.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606719823325438985-4275741257761887724?l=starinmyownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4275741257761887724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8606719823325438985&amp;postID=4275741257761887724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4275741257761887724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606719823325438985/posts/default/4275741257761887724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starinmyownworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/mels.html' title='Mel&apos;s'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04369275389752788041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/TOkTzWk86pI/AAAAAAAABpc/_keomA02_wk/S220/don%2527tforget.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpUKMf8oCIg/SJ2JT860HmI/AAAAAAAAA6c/a0H8rHNzLTI/s72-c/flowerpot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
