tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21938635409008243692024-03-05T09:46:57.879-08:00seemyeewrite today's worry on the sand, chisel yesterday's victory on the stoneseemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-62807673213542765142012-07-08T07:56:00.006-07:002012-07-08T07:58:53.619-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Whats right and whats wrong? What are the dos and donts? I really dont know.</div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-45208023922052577762012-04-02T09:53:00.003-07:002012-04-02T09:59:03.320-07:00Looking back all the memories we have created, they were mostly unhappy ones. Most of the days were filled with anger and argument. However, I chose to forgive you because Christ has forgiven me, in the same manner, I hope you forgive whatever wrong I have done to you in the past. Seeing you with your new girlfriend, I am truly happy for both of you. God bless you both :)<div><br /></div><div>P.S.: If you ever happen to drop by and see this post. Take care.</div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-79835250137378239332012-02-28T01:37:00.000-08:002012-02-28T01:37:00.199-08:00You have no idea how those words hurt me until this very day and moment. Best thing is that you never mind even saying sorry, like what you always used to be. And you will always be like that. Thank you for making my life miserable.seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-15091647347821793522012-02-22T02:06:00.000-08:002012-02-22T02:06:00.198-08:00YEONG SEEM YEE PLEASE STAY FOCUS!<br />F.O.C.U.S!seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-79032615720678310842012-02-16T18:18:00.000-08:002012-02-16T18:18:00.189-08:00Lord please heal me of all my physical discomfort, I want to trust in You and find peace and rest in You, Amen.seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-81232733889952957252011-10-16T09:25:00.000-07:002011-10-16T09:26:09.428-07:00FrustratedRushing three assignments in one day ain't fun at all. Plus my back is so painful now... I wonder when will all these come to an end :'(seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-49448644713397928572011-10-16T03:08:00.000-07:002011-10-16T03:10:30.549-07:00Letting go.Last month, today. And this is what God told me today:<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Letting go of the past is not easy, especially if you have wounds that have never properly healed. But, the past is past and living there may be preventing you from fully experiencing the present. Likewise fear of what may be looming around the corner can also prevent you from fully enjoying the present. Live in the moment and look forward to eternity with God, now that's a great present. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Thank You for your unfailing love, and I will put my confidence in You always. I love you Jesus.</span></span></div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-15845224772074250792011-09-19T07:15:00.000-07:002011-09-19T07:16:21.305-07:00Must I cry myself to sleep every night? I'm exhausted from crying...seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-304582193074852102011-09-15T09:50:00.000-07:002011-09-15T09:55:47.231-07:00It ended where we started... Strangers, again. But am thankful to know you and you taught me many things, I know one day when I look back I am still thankful no matter how painful it seems to be right now. Wish you all the best in life. Take care.seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-35626699965215038742011-09-14T10:06:00.001-07:002011-09-14T10:06:22.796-07:00My life is screwed up.seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-18060174205777137342011-09-13T06:40:00.000-07:002011-09-13T07:24:38.030-07:00"I love you"?"I love you" only when you behave.<div>"I love you" when you do things according my way.</div><div>"I love you" when you don't go against me.</div><div>"I love you" when you say only nice things about me.</div><div>"I love you" when you are emotional stable.</div><div>"I love you" when you don't bug me and give me least inconveniences. </div><div><br /></div><div>"I really love you".</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel so miserable right now. Everything is a mess right now. I don't feel loved by you nor my family, especially mum. Perhaps, some wounds just won't heal. Those bad memories come back once in a while to haunt you. I am so tired to have to pretend that I am strong. Pretend that I am ok, pretend that everything is fine. I am tired...</div><div><br /></div><div>And you, who are you trying to please? Everyone? I wish you would just disappear from my life, because I don't like you at all. </div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-517778223784239402011-09-01T00:40:00.000-07:002011-09-01T00:41:11.948-07:00Can't stop crying, I wonder how long I can stand...seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-30981505623983600102011-08-04T11:06:00.000-07:002011-08-04T11:37:02.097-07:00Anger management<span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqL-bJJgYwg-L1CaLGpthDVyJ03wrtjrabpb3ysrVWhtNs8IfA6fR8CfvJzyoPyl3Bf2pufo9hLR1ShJIweNv7bpP88GIqCPvm7vakXlZg8InKVqfhXQ6zLVGYRb3DnvkF0_ACQmvVfcs/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqL-bJJgYwg-L1CaLGpthDVyJ03wrtjrabpb3ysrVWhtNs8IfA6fR8CfvJzyoPyl3Bf2pufo9hLR1ShJIweNv7bpP88GIqCPvm7vakXlZg8InKVqfhXQ6zLVGYRb3DnvkF0_ACQmvVfcs/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637070984291310898" /></a><br />As I grow older, I slowly realised that I can't act like a kid nor talk like a kid. Sometimes when you happen to be very very angry, you don't bang the door or throw things because you know you're an adult, not a kid anymore. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Recently, I really have a problem with that. I feel so suffering to hold all that anger inside and I dont know where to release them. Sometimes I become so angry that I keep accusing myself for being angry and cry my heart out under the blanket. Can anyone tell me how should I handle them in a christian way? Cuz its really wearing me out.</span></div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-19836965921099796272010-12-12T04:25:00.000-08:002010-12-12T04:25:00.307-08:00Thank You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1hdFgeHba0g4ppJ5N8Vk1wtChepzEOaFT2AlAnKdnhZpes2dl11jg4rH_NSFo0dY3XiinkMH4okjPZWjIJ1fIJGtONrI9-p7GGOQO4lQ6JwQg3XXyYvkKtq4Rc4lTZTHVY5uZZIPlj6k/s1600/jesus-holding-lamb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1hdFgeHba0g4ppJ5N8Vk1wtChepzEOaFT2AlAnKdnhZpes2dl11jg4rH_NSFo0dY3XiinkMH4okjPZWjIJ1fIJGtONrI9-p7GGOQO4lQ6JwQg3XXyYvkKtq4Rc4lTZTHVY5uZZIPlj6k/s320/jesus-holding-lamb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549523660477998994" /></a><br />His is my Comforter. <div><br /></div><div>At fragile times, when I feel so small and useless, </div><div>I look to my Father who call me His own. </div><div>And I know, I can always turn to Him for comfort and He gladly shelter me and gently whisper </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">'I love you like no one else...'</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for the comfort my Lord and Saviour.</div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-67133634777343845992009-11-23T19:55:00.000-08:002009-11-23T22:34:02.724-08:00Beauty of imperfection...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSm5CI5wwE8zoPRpcvGsNipa1LnsCOVVecOLnweUXuHWUYIdbRpNwPH2wEa4tyMXQWUf6gDzSk3j5d_hSkifu0pJwLgVVoTj5_CAZ9a67YbvPC7FW5mY-rgg3NeDYhlcXZPiYjM4OPb0/s1600/CIMG8203.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSm5CI5wwE8zoPRpcvGsNipa1LnsCOVVecOLnweUXuHWUYIdbRpNwPH2wEa4tyMXQWUf6gDzSk3j5d_hSkifu0pJwLgVVoTj5_CAZ9a67YbvPC7FW5mY-rgg3NeDYhlcXZPiYjM4OPb0/s320/CIMG8203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407266002215884146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Love me tender, love me sweet</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Never let me go</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />You have made my life complete</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And I love you so</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Love me tender, love me true</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />All my dreams fulfill</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />For, my darling I love you</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And I always will.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Love me tender, love me dear</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Tell me you are mine</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I'll be yours through all the years</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />'Till the end of time</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Love me tender, love me true</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />All my dreams fulfill</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />For, my darling I love you</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And I always will</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Love me tender, love me true</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />All my dreams fulfill</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />For, my darling<br />I love you</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />And I always will</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Always will<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">by Norah Jones</span><br /></span></div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-87273941765604980362009-04-23T04:00:00.000-07:002009-11-23T03:59:09.363-08:00Give me...<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi085aL6CUwFhGpmKDWEzpznGXlZa67kEaRFlCBBcIZIot4BiNdxt0OjbGfNiB9Hc6Q3pkhKYlU6fz3_NKxEXnPL2PbIJEHvRnslIyE48-4bzGd_RguflADjYnrCNQaCJgeHwNDkw1Yb3I/s1600-h/433387032_5d03838782_m%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327983543590352370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi085aL6CUwFhGpmKDWEzpznGXlZa67kEaRFlCBBcIZIot4BiNdxt0OjbGfNiB9Hc6Q3pkhKYlU6fz3_NKxEXnPL2PbIJEHvRnslIyE48-4bzGd_RguflADjYnrCNQaCJgeHwNDkw1Yb3I/s320/433387032_5d03838782_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left"><em>Give me strength, for I am weak...</em></div><div align="left"><em>like a flower that bloom and wither.<br /></em></div><em></em><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><em>Give me assurance, for I am fearful..</em><em>.</em></div><div align="left"><em>not knowing what the future would bring.<br /></em></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><em>Give me direction, for I am lost...</em></div><div align="left"><em>like a ship sailing without a compass.<br /></em></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><em>Give me hope, for I am staring at the dark night sky, </em></div><div align="left"><em>wishing to catch a glimpse of you...perhaps.<br /></em><br />I made this few months ago, may not up to the standard but felt like expressing myself in a poem during the time of sadness...and it work for me. Hope you like it. God bless :)</div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-2274329802522497062009-04-22T20:00:00.000-07:002009-04-22T20:00:00.425-07:00ha!<span >Ha! Haha! Hahaha!!! I'm back.......................................heeeeeeeha~ yea, I sot already because i just finished my second semester! (literally) Its not finish yet, but gonna have another paper tomorrow. English communication. Ah...who is gonna study for that. Dont care =D Feeling exhausted now cuz just came back from midvalley. Went there had lunch with friends and tried to look for a suitable gown for wedding dinner and orchestra concert...those dresses were really expensive T.T but they are really beautiful. </span><br /><span >Oh yea, I did something embarrassing before entering exam hall this morning. </span><br /><span >Okay, before sitting for exam, you will need to have your student id and an exam token. So, bofore I step in to the exam hall, I showed those two things to the examiner there. And when I was ready to set my foot on the hall, one of the examiner said: "Eh, we don't have maybank here la lady..." Then when I look at it only I know I shown him my maybank atm card @..@ After that I ran all the way from block c to block a to get my temporarily student id... zzz lol...</span><br /><span >Anyway, after tomorrow, I'm gonna be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I've waited it for so long XD And I 'm so glad that I'm going home...after for two months... *sob sob*</span><br /><span ></span>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-63437637067624699532009-03-05T15:30:00.000-08:002009-03-05T15:30:00.297-08:00Seven Wonders...Hey people, I'm back...again! lol Just a little bit of updates here... Been doing fine... Still in good condition despite all the assignments and homeworks. Midterms around the corner...seven wonders of the ancient world is coming out for midterm test. Well, I've always HATED HISTORY...especially the one I had during secondary school... yacksss!!! But not this time...started to love history though after reading about seven wonders. You know what, among the wonders I love The Hanging Garden of Babylon the most.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIIXgNg0MPxvOlMcS3GbILg7vsXLis7xuUQMCsqFa2KAiSA-gaZtXxQwWG5GVrrYLnCB8JQjPugiRCdpLxIjDa2en2brK4ygUAM32UfmTQk50DSawi52-83ePYRenI7QfsLMDOS9CSKLM/s1600-h/Hanging_Gardens_of_Babylon.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309605143639888274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIIXgNg0MPxvOlMcS3GbILg7vsXLis7xuUQMCsqFa2KAiSA-gaZtXxQwWG5GVrrYLnCB8JQjPugiRCdpLxIjDa2en2brK4ygUAM32UfmTQk50DSawi52-83ePYRenI7QfsLMDOS9CSKLM/s320/Hanging_Gardens_of_Babylon.png" border="0" /></a><br />It was built by King Nebuchadnezzar II for his wife because his wife's homesickness. King Nebuchadnezzar II selected plants and tress of his wife's homeland in order to please her... wow... can you imagine if one day your the other half build a garden just to please you?<br /><br />I want one!!! XD<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">kidding la... =P</span>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-74523088519463175562009-01-01T03:33:00.000-08:002009-01-02T09:04:24.724-08:00Happy New Year!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Happy New Year! Blessed New Year!</strong></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hohohoh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">XD</span><br />...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hmmm</span> is there anyone still reading my blog? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hmmm</span>... after three months of absence? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hahaha</span> anyway, I'm doing fine... life in university is good... enjoying what I'm doing... =D<br />By His grace and unfailing love I've gone through first semester! And I'm still on the journey of learning many things in life...and in this new year, I wish you (whoever is reading this) a very blessed new year =) Yea you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">XD</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">One of my favourite song...</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Fear by Casting Crowns</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Oh, what I would do to have the kind of faith it takes </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">To climb out of this boat I'm in onto the crashing waves</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">To step out of my comfort zone into the realm of the unknown </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Where Jesus is, and he's holding out his hand</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">But the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">The waves they keep on telling me time and time again</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">"Boy, you'll never win, you'll never win, you'll never win."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Oh, what I would do to have the kind of strength it takes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">To stand before a giant with just a sling and stone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors shaking in their armour</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">But the giant's calling out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">my name</span> and he laughs at me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">The giant keeps on telling me time and time again</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">"Boy you'll never win, you'll never win, you'll never win."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">But the stone was just the right size to take the giant down</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">And the waves don't seem so high when I'm standing on top of them looking down</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">And I'd soar with the wings of eagles if I could just ignore the sound</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Of the waves and the giants, the waves and the giants in my mind</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Lord, you've not given me a spirit of fear</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">But of power and of love, and of a sound mind</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">So from now on, I won't let the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">tempter's</span> lies turn my eyes away from the prize</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">That you have set before me. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">That you have set before me.<br /></div></span><span style="color:#009900;"><p></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><em>Life without Him is indeed...meaningless.</em></span></p>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-6314919551620157302008-09-02T16:24:00.000-07:002008-09-02T01:37:00.148-07:00lost and found XDMuahahahahahaha I'm back!!! lol sorry for the long absence. Find myself lazy to update my blog =P I'm doing fine. And I've moved to KL for studies already. At last....... XD Taking foundation in architectural studies in UCSI... just move in to the school hostel yesterday. Brought a lot of stuff and I'm staying at the highest floor... @.@ So after settling down I went and check out the toilet...then I saw some 'objects' floating in the toilet bowl... lol By the way, I'm still 'roommateless' at the moment XD<br /><br /><div><div><div>This is how my room looks like... (just cleaned it up)<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241332898515917058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0pE-ia5Ug-rRCJS9GEJPqtS_RUMdICShcU4n1c9WdB3ZKp7NRiff6uYLgfym4TwjqfuN_o_dV67xFRmq1Bv8mubft_1AhWUM-IvHpPjBZ7drdC1KpzaV2oh0YMQE5HjcZuD7YzMl6iU/s320/CIMG7362.JPG" border="0" /></div>the corridor... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241339490195832242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5pwSEHSG6UUTRHUTH9SoQLsIT3E64VnAl4qO3Glo81pXpQiVVZSjD8hzY81JZF1MxxlOz-0MeuGv9NscZT14OICnzG879lZIfOfh9MXO8_87GQMUhdAIcstx1rAyhoJun9GGgHmCrhY/s320/CIMG7368.JPG" border="0" />room door... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241339835721367474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYuIJGfqCXomNKX2hydVWjv6c4pYBxXaGrx-OUSZgCSgIZCbgQBatHa8LORRSYr1xyX_ZSojAXxxK_9qDyty6Kd4Kwixgy-TYsrJDQH9O7gfws1FCUm25O8fj8q37PjuUjfEQx9z_2hAM/s320/CIMG7369.JPG" border="0" /><br />Today was my first day of school. First class is at 8 in the morning... Woke up late...was so panic... Thought gonna miss bus...but the bus came late too *phew* It was kinda rush so didnt take breakfast then straight away go to the auditorium. Sitting in there wondering how my lecturer look like...then after five minutes, a lady came in and told the us :" the lecturer couldnt make it for lecture today...so class dismiss" At first I was like... =_________________________=" then after that I was like... XD *yay! enjoy breakfast* muahahahahaha... After that ended up in my room doing nothing... great =..=.</div></div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-29915759816197826192008-06-17T00:14:00.000-07:002008-06-17T00:26:04.600-07:00what is love?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyK4N7e6zhzJGbW31ROZskA0Sso2XsJnqV26PARmQRl2b3YjU9yITcR37ZofqhpN_b7Fj3q3f7vHFdm1LQpU_Xm4If1rGLNYE3Iz2dS5VL6Ybxvz27MMer5cvYEIzcbF4MXLiIdqk_HM/s1600-h/heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212747340775206610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyK4N7e6zhzJGbW31ROZskA0Sso2XsJnqV26PARmQRl2b3YjU9yITcR37ZofqhpN_b7Fj3q3f7vHFdm1LQpU_Xm4If1rGLNYE3Iz2dS5VL6Ybxvz27MMer5cvYEIzcbF4MXLiIdqk_HM/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>What is Love?I often ask.</div><div>A real big question beyond my grasps.</div><div>Something that can't be easily defined.</div><div>Its just a mystery to human mind.</div><br /><div></div><div>Its not just a feeling I am sure.</div><div>As it goes from feelings to actions so pure.</div><div>And nor is just a trick of the hormones.<br />Or just a sensation in the human mind.</div><br /><div></div><div>Even thought its left unknown by and by.</div><div>Though people try to define with words so high.</div><div>I am sure its depth is so much indeed.</div><div>Yet its seen in every one in need.</div><br /><div></div><div>I have seen that love in my mother first.</div><div>The way she cared me her best.</div><div>And so is all mothers to there child.</div><div>But is there love the best of all kind.</div><br /><div>And there comes the love of Lovers.</div><div>Seen all around the world and covers.</div><div>But yet its so easily faded and gone.</div><div>A simple thing can break it alone.</div><br /><div>But still in life I seen real Love.</div><div>Unshakable unreasonable Love.</div><div>Unworthy was I for that much Love.</div><div>When the Father gave his one and only oneHe Loved.</div><br /><div></div><div>So much he cared and loved me.</div><div>That he send his Son to that tree.</div><div>To die a death so much in depth.</div><div>Without any reason oppressed.</div><br /><div>But then I saw his hands so wide.</div><div>In the cross in two sides.</div><div>And that was when I did realize.</div><div>What is love looking like.</div><br /><div></div><div>If you have not yet know what love is.</div><div>Open your Heart to the One bliss.</div><div>The one whom died in the Cross.</div><div>To come to your life and show Love a lot.</div><br /><div></div><div>By,Thompson David Cherian.</div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-57256172868286856752008-05-23T18:40:00.000-07:002008-05-23T18:40:01.421-07:00I S2 to draw<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203515759524314706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0T8LWjdAi9xJOE9Pi3kiI54gchyphenhyphenwPjLKtqSB1XUeVffVHNlJcXv8t9ufV0Q-8cYsE4AX6iO6rEUaepaa1Y1bvIAoGg399VVXzP2w9Nas5hHw7MOY5zmqujEMHYozjBeYHKY4I-IVsRQU/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP449Y2IMxorljYC6Z4yg82QwabNsg7fFLQhEgZSTG5w8iN07PGwbXTQ8zAqrjedss2DbMj4fzETHSgy-3msR9SNzMwbFeb8K28Hp-IpIiaM-qj8KUwrVQYrcwjmht_yrYrKaYOAYlTc/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203518482533580466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP449Y2IMxorljYC6Z4yg82QwabNsg7fFLQhEgZSTG5w8iN07PGwbXTQ8zAqrjedss2DbMj4fzETHSgy-3msR9SNzMwbFeb8K28Hp-IpIiaM-qj8KUwrVQYrcwjmht_yrYrKaYOAYlTc/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cW63FMPQmRSLIzSJscOojLKzIEoH6fIulq_dPphWiH46Za93iE_Mb9YXjZCCOkd7tssbEOf2H6qDQjgj4OoeiUMU8AuCHYpH726fio1sWJ5arK1WNyOVnbTngWpucT-d_zAX-nwJmRg/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203517451741429410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cW63FMPQmRSLIzSJscOojLKzIEoH6fIulq_dPphWiH46Za93iE_Mb9YXjZCCOkd7tssbEOf2H6qDQjgj4OoeiUMU8AuCHYpH726fio1sWJ5arK1WNyOVnbTngWpucT-d_zAX-nwJmRg/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpj_L340Fpr5gmGgQHywmRwj5CRkB0_eKUsEx66wPtu5aqquGjyV_IqSgy9jkuuJ1JKxF63M_8JTx59Ef4cLroXcs0G_RxgzONB86mDAubdIM7dBI1pOPsbUgQJKqUlzQ-fu5MDhgrxQ/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203517288532672146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpj_L340Fpr5gmGgQHywmRwj5CRkB0_eKUsEx66wPtu5aqquGjyV_IqSgy9jkuuJ1JKxF63M_8JTx59Ef4cLroXcs0G_RxgzONB86mDAubdIM7dBI1pOPsbUgQJKqUlzQ-fu5MDhgrxQ/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSemAbJ8o-u8cZxZKO5h-a4r-We1Om81NZv3iq7Brzhh30Emf__7j9Whfq9LietjYBVGuiNjpZH3bDLww16JVyZMLjm-IPT0fRx8BHz-DNm4BHruAeC4aFDdWPDkan6-qq8Yh4U3iOKTc/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203516760251694722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSemAbJ8o-u8cZxZKO5h-a4r-We1Om81NZv3iq7Brzhh30Emf__7j9Whfq9LietjYBVGuiNjpZH3bDLww16JVyZMLjm-IPT0fRx8BHz-DNm4BHruAeC4aFDdWPDkan6-qq8Yh4U3iOKTc/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jrVFrrihyc7ymA558ZTfzwmaMD20nVtL894_fHfZurY8hpFCu9fxZkVw-xbboIHV8OntyrNynfDrwrIxYYDknHMWq3xaXQDlVKMq74MEZ9JdNwGAMR9llOYqNGwsrlznj8BzOLew0eo/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203516575568100978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jrVFrrihyc7ymA558ZTfzwmaMD20nVtL894_fHfZurY8hpFCu9fxZkVw-xbboIHV8OntyrNynfDrwrIxYYDknHMWq3xaXQDlVKMq74MEZ9JdNwGAMR9llOYqNGwsrlznj8BzOLew0eo/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgCAOGWS9XQUKwR7MWHDAm8F0NIszCPUMas558U3yp5FRJCrq6brMlmarRFD_2j_Td1QDFdDzo0_RWKgtmDqMzuiooPl7vzI8gvvabOEspgX2UvArt1VC-gOCufpGTl-pIRohyZK81Gw/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203516180431109730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgCAOGWS9XQUKwR7MWHDAm8F0NIszCPUMas558U3yp5FRJCrq6brMlmarRFD_2j_Td1QDFdDzo0_RWKgtmDqMzuiooPl7vzI8gvvabOEspgX2UvArt1VC-gOCufpGTl-pIRohyZK81Gw/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Updates updates!!! hahahahahaha *why am I laughing =..=.* Anyway, as some of you know, I'm on holiday. Yes, still on holiday. Until I got so tired of it I want no more holidays =..=." (don't hate me for saying this XD) I found myself getting emo so easily these days...maybe I have too much spare time =..=. </div><div>Draw...thats what I do recently =)<br /><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-87193046250811624192008-05-18T21:39:00.000-07:002008-05-18T21:39:01.188-07:00......!I want to.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................S.C.R.E.A.M!!! dont ask me why T..Tseemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-63093938218288962392008-04-26T14:34:00.000-07:002008-04-26T10:43:38.951-07:00a milk carton<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVo4gTOLhAKPgSMC2DRmdU6c9sPu3HX20FqpcfFFU5lsiEUviSPTwHDA1417HrIKwIqAkX5HpdO079f10Lyn5pO_2ZxalvfsnnaWecsJkG4UCGTawzFrqhufo7QVAEEy3Lfy5D4Oi5DTE/s1600-h/CIMG5448.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193433009815138674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVo4gTOLhAKPgSMC2DRmdU6c9sPu3HX20FqpcfFFU5lsiEUviSPTwHDA1417HrIKwIqAkX5HpdO079f10Lyn5pO_2ZxalvfsnnaWecsJkG4UCGTawzFrqhufo7QVAEEy3Lfy5D4Oi5DTE/s320/CIMG5448.JPG" border="0" /></a>This a milk carton. Pronounciation of carton is /'ka:tn/. Meaning is a light cardboard or plastic box or pot for holding goods, especially food or liquid. Okay, stop the crap. This not the purpose of the post here >..< <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193441062878818722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WK9Zg4uq4pZsBbOHSqLXBzlE_3w_BU3tDXpjpnWIoZp1i3yCyiql6H6Cu5aGHbFPfSeHUbj25C6ajXiFF4ZIpYLtDOldSM-HncIqtVudS7XRCjAhoptyWRCv69OcGFbxD9Ey-5-idCo/s320/CIMG5450.JPG" border="0" />You haven't got a clue yet? Okay, come closer....come come come...<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><br /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193434053492191634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyMuPxMqt7x_fA49RyQcmfJz6M4r4CwAoIfPWGNlqxkL3yjDwSHLk3BXgnnAO6a0pF-0DX1ctYC_lYd0kX4oNSKExh3fn7EFRQ-CQzMGgj-7U95692gUwMmvULbd9IDNx_6KdaAFe7to/s320/CIMG5452.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="left">Notice the expiry date??? Its <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>19.5.2008</strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">... What is so special about it? If you don't know, I'm going to tell you. This my......listen carefully......*get near to your ears then breathe in and shout*</span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"> </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>MY BIRTHDAY!!! </strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;">Want me to tell you again? hahaha Perasan le...never mind la...once a year only... By the way, I'm turning 19 already... </span></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#333333;">PLEASE BEAR THAT IN MIND XD</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#333333;">Ah, one more thing which is far more important. <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Festa delle mamma is on the second sunday of May</span></strong>. What is Festa delle mamma??? Its Mother's Day!!! Make sure you are going to do something on that day ya ;)</span></p>seemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193863540900824369.post-55782465565229757992008-04-25T20:22:00.000-07:002008-04-25T22:58:31.383-07:00seemyee's secret recipeI've always wanted to cook. Not instant noodle or any other instant stuff, but my very own dish. And this afternoon I happen to be alone at home. Give it a try...no harm right? hahaha I found some mushroom, rempah, and cheese powder in the fridge...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193147982900474082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6UPvlfslhTCThVES2GkdFlKwmGyREUIwL8tEerYmodDTG1I1yFcuLk1YjKke7gKGNAqG72lEX0oboSnT3-K1kHlFR-uOfr7EkezNFQGRk1o8kpHetFqJGnVQfUUNqQ_K1m7LHsI7Nco/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193158140498129250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uFGrUifC-H1Pdw8UuFatuaslfjn7GawnkVbFLUZU0c19QjMI1SS8tUpPSZ880ToBBv9K8tcbco754LbaQtI1HkKcwGyh14HPP1m-HmIuh6yRmQEg9S7UBzFK4_-MJL_M8ZrYR0nEiNs/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193150319362683138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj67QH1FweovPlRM1rjSs8E4lNO5gntZbseRx3IrpAVBUIbhaWWbljgd9bJ8FOf3cyfiR0QWPZ3o1AQO52DHyC76yC2e7-whyhf0zIz8IcZzIEJBRDYi1kKcC4tkaA8Mo3qqtUrVLCLEU/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /> Firstly, boil some hot water then put in the mushroom. Boil it for......five minutes. Then remove the water. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193150804693987602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCeqUTEDKUzM1ltZb4OI-JkCIzCZRr99QaaABOiN-2M9CIVCy6EROjsxZVh73oBC676Gu08yIG6aoGGSZKxldhUQATP7Aa60q3qw7_A2MhmoEw28Q1hBMZY3HIsjkOdAWlMOr2LIlu_a0/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>After that fry the rempah stick then put in mushroom...egg...cheese powder...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193151294320259362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2x6hIGotuHSpuV89ljI7FZWRAB4qBvrtkVTvV_JKAeYjvkdXw0zqJQuDUvh-th92ggf_2B3Ud2SJYz4QkDM1klTmQd2aHNYbbCrTxoczcgc6mZyPSwmd0-SrXPKLvh_o_PEFO-GPXyY/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193151835486138674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UId2EC8GEr9FKOjIHwyxrqicDgHy1hItYJmzCQznc95PYhWphPqU0qAB0Z79Zju3CQZUP7hEdtk_3VS-kzEg0NdRhhK31D0qu7l4KQTqRRojyN90NadtzfwgfvR9WgtXg9igdiLI13Y/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193152299342606658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ch8870ZS6tduR3GFB84Rzl_dMLajtKb7wxSS5shH8rOXqenDEqKs6eDBovemE7zqUcY2j_wbJMaDVFCCU-cvsEiRvjxPlhjxVpsUDPw-bWQO1YzU8c3NGnPEQF8of6BmGH3IBgr0_zE/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" />What's next? The food is serve!<br /></p><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>hmmm...let me taste...hmmm...it tasted......................................................AWFUL!!! YACKS!!! </p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>All ended up in the - dustbin.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193155894230233426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uGoHxrVJROfle9rPpMSpu2nzOMhh5g-JQ9j9v_gQKrEA8SjxSwNrNAcDo2Iki0ZKWwR5A3aB7zhUgxf1tB1zmEE6bTCh0VgUlXMQqoQQbH343jGqD_TKHSHRPiuN9WEm0ZgFZ69brBk/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /></p><br />Sigh...all to no avail T..Tseemyeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12228713743952216476noreply@blogger.com2