<?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-30232659</id><updated>2011-07-15T06:22:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am The Storyteller</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-1124826482097518255</id><published>2006-12-26T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:33:52.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit</title><content type='html'>I quit.&lt;br /&gt;I know I change my blog too often, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;But it's goodbye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-1124826482097518255?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/1124826482097518255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=1124826482097518255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/1124826482097518255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/1124826482097518255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/12/quit.html' title='Quit'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-3983440691152621356</id><published>2006-12-06T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:30:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love ♥ Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey all! Hope you guys like the new banner, the circus theme is so this season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very Panic! At The Disco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When asked what is love, honestly I don't know how to answer because I don't even fathom the real definition of it. Besides, everyone has a different version of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hollywood has its own version of love. Think passionate love scenes. Korean drama series have their own version. Think weeping and uttering lines like &lt;em&gt;oh paaaa, sarang hae!&lt;/em&gt; Bollywood also has its own version. Think singing and dancing in big groups, chasing each other in the bushes and rolling down hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Personally, I like how &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; is described in the bible.&lt;strong&gt; 1 Corinthians 13:4-13&lt;/strong&gt; is one of my all-time favourite verses. I still remember our school's Christian Fellowship's theme was Love Never Fails which was also taken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from this chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/loveee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even though the way the pastor preached about this was kinda boring, yet these verses are somehow self-explanatory. Very straightforward. And I just realized that I left out one line in that chapter. Go figure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-3983440691152621356?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3983440691152621356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=3983440691152621356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/3983440691152621356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/3983440691152621356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-part-one.html' title='Love &amp;hearts; Part One'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-1675608701630958937</id><published>2006-11-28T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:31:06.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought I</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you start to commit into your work, you are not able to spend much time with everyone else. Lesser time to do what I really love to do. Lesser time spent with family and friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What should I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-1675608701630958937?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/1675608701630958937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=1675608701630958937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/1675608701630958937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/1675608701630958937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-thought-i.html' title='Random Thought I'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-6160777902568509514</id><published>2006-11-25T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:42:53.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey people, I know I know I've not been updating despite having so many things to blog about. Call me lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to reinvent my blog. A new concept, new banner, new whatever I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-6160777902568509514?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6160777902568509514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=6160777902568509514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/6160777902568509514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/6160777902568509514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/11/whole-new-blog.html' title='A Whole New Blog'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-116358978703736369</id><published>2006-11-15T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:11:28.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Give You-Seth Sayang Jin Xie Garrett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/chat.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/chat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Chelsea for having her first baby on the 9th of November. Initially her baby was suppose to be born during the end of this month but she chose a C-Sect. According to her, the recovery period after a C-sect hurts more than natural birth. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/jin%20xie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/320/jin%20xie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The baby is named &lt;strong&gt;Seth Sayang Jin Xie Garrett&lt;/strong&gt;. Dad is a &lt;strong&gt;African-American&lt;/strong&gt; while Mummy is &lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;. Dad loves the name &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt; alot therefore he decided to name his son sayang. I bet they sayang their baby alot. As for Jin Xie, I don't know what does it stand for. Will find out from her. Look at her baby, so fair. Where got look like African? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum, Biatch and I were discussing about Seth. Mum said he is very fair, so it's approved if me and biatch were to marry black guys. &lt;em&gt;Lol&lt;/em&gt;. Right, mum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-116358978703736369?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/116358978703736369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=116358978703736369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116358978703736369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116358978703736369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-give-you-seth-sayang-jin-xie.html' title='We Give You-Seth Sayang Jin Xie Garrett'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-116239344298375488</id><published>2006-11-01T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:20:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soulful Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was about to blog about something else, when Jinie sent me this mail about relationships. When she sent me this mail, I was in the middle of some relationship confusion. I've never been in a relationship, and when I am in one, I believe commitment is really important. I'm not sure I am ready for a commitment or not. Maybe I was afraid of getting hurt, maybe I wasn't ready, maybe I was afraid to lose many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets really complicated when it comes to relationships, for me I've not been through any of this. Talk about the lack of knowledge about relationships and all that, really got into me &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;. When I read this article, it made me think alot. But then again, I shouldn't think too much about it because I don't think it's time for me to commit yet. It's all about God's timing. God knows who is the right one for you. It comes just like, &lt;em&gt;that.&lt;/em&gt; Before you even know it, you've already fallen in love&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cupids: Fat, Naked and Dangerous. They cast love spells. haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A SOULFUL RELATIONSHIP - by Ronald McFadden&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're not married yet, share this with a friend. If you are married, share it with your spouse or other married couples and reflect on it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An African proverb states, &lt;strong&gt;"Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low self-esteem, make you blind to warning signs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults aren't really important. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you decide to commit to someone, over time his or her flaws, vulnerabilities, pet peeves, and differences will become more obvious. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you love your mate and want the relationship to grow and evolve, you've got to learn to close one eye and not let every little thing bother you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and your mate have many different expectations, emotional needs, values, dreams, weaknesses, and strengths. You are two unique individual children of God who have decided to share a life together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neither of you are perfect, but are you perfect for each other?&lt;/strong&gt; Do you bring out the best in each other? Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare, and control? What do you bring to the relationship? Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't take someone to the altar to alter him or her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't make someone love you or make someone stay. If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment, and "a life", you won't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness or responsible for your pain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manipulation, control, jealousy, neediness, and selfishness&lt;/strong&gt; are not the ingredients of a thriving, healthy, loving and lasting relationship! Seeking status,wealth, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;What keeps a relationship strong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Communication, intimacy, trust, a sense of humor,sharing household tasks, some getaway time without business or children and daily exchanges &lt;strong&gt;(a meal, shared activity, a hug, a call, a touch, a note)? Leave a nice message on the voicemail or send an email. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hare common goals and interests. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growth&lt;/strong&gt; is important. Grow together,not away from each other, giving each other space to grow without feeling insecure. &lt;strong&gt;Allow your mate to have outside interests&lt;/strong&gt;. You can't always be together. &lt;strong&gt;Give each other a sense of belonging and assurances of commitment.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Don't try to control one another&lt;/strong&gt;. Learn each other's family situation. Respect his or her parents regardless. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't put pressure on each other for material goods. &lt;strong&gt;Remember for richer or for poorer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If these qualities are missing,the relationship will erode as resentment, withdrawal, abuse, neglect, dishonesty, and pain replace the passion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The difference between 'United' and 'Untied' is where you put the "I"!!!! &lt;/strong&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;The greatest glory of living is not in never falling, but in rising everytime you fall .......... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Speaking of marriage, not many couples really sit down and talk, solving problems together. Instead, they just give each other a cold shoulder. Refusing to even look at each other, or speak a single word. They just remain silent and every single problem is still stored inside their hearts. Never solved, just let it pass away itself. In my life, I've witnessed a couple of failed marriages in my family. There was once violence played a part in my family. It affects me somehow. It made me developed the fear for men, marriage and also relationships.  Especially being an Asian, we are the people who don't tend to show love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even apologizing is difficult. I don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a note to all of  you, before you jump into a relationship, it's best that both of you get to know each other better first. Don't rush into things, you wouldn't want to scare each other. The harder you try to impress the person, the worse its going to be. Don't try too hard, just let it be. Go with the flow. Try to understand each other and always be a good listener. Be patient, time will tell. Oh, and always be honest to each other. Never hide things, things would be much easier to solve if both of you share it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till then, XOXO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-116239344298375488?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/116239344298375488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=116239344298375488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116239344298375488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116239344298375488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/11/soulful-relationship.html' title='A Soulful Relationship'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-116184216820453667</id><published>2006-10-26T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:00:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51 Things Girls Don't Know About Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the things girls would like to understand most is boys. Well, this is it. I personally don't agree to all 51, all guys are different right? Just read on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51 things girls didn't know about guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/emo_grass_seems_so_green_5_by_szym.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sluts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;"Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?"&lt;/em&gt; - Two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Before they call, guys&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; forgets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and makes it up as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys go &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; over a girl's smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/secret_smile_by_aokiiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys will do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're going for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A guy who likes you wants to be the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; get jealous easily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more emotional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Giving a guy a hanging message like &lt;em&gt;"You know what? ...uh...never mind…"&lt;/em&gt; would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/emo_grass_seems_so_green_6_by_szym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Its good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need to give advice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when he teases you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls, they &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rarely use beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. If a guy uses that, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he likes you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;personality is key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/d4d1ro6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faking it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, &lt;em&gt;"Please come and listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listen to him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;definitely thinking something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;femininity not feebleness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be a snob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just not too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Guys hate rejection, but they &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate being led on even more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAD confusing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not all guys are assholes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Just because ONE is a jackass doesn’t mean he represents &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-116184216820453667?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/116184216820453667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=116184216820453667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116184216820453667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116184216820453667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/10/51-things-girls-dont-know-about-guys.html' title='51 Things Girls Don&apos;t Know About Guys'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-116157737280443766</id><published>2006-10-23T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:28:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death &amp; Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know how to put these feelings into words, too difficult to describe. Death has been one thing that most people fear of. Losing a loved one, it's like a part of you is gone. So empty. Que Nie's grandfather passed away, when I visited her, she's like knowing nothing about it. She's only five years old, and to her, her grandfather is not dead, just taking a long long nap. She said &lt;em&gt;"my ah kong is sleeping."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart just sank when I see her like that. Her grandmother looked so haggard and have grown thinner. Her eyes swollen, must have cried for days. The atmosphere in the whole house is so awkward, I don't know what to say to make them feel better, I just sat there in silence, hugging Que Nie. It must have been hard for the whole family to deal with the death of a family member. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandfather died, I was only two then. I don't know the sorrow of losing a family member. When we go to the cemetery to pay respect to my grandfather during Ching Ming every year, my grandmother would just sit there, looking at his picture, touching it and tears will start rolling down her eyes. Then I asked her, &lt;em&gt;" Are you okay?", she would say "I'm ok, I just miss him alot."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to fear, not death. But it's the fear of not able to tell them about God. The salvation for my family members and close friends matter alot to me. I'm afraid that before I could tell them who Jesus is, they will be gone. Thank God Michelle has been saved, and Ai Mei and Elaine too.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so meaningless without God you know. My mother calls herself as a freethinker, but when she faces problems, she dooesn't know who to turn to. Her friends cannot even understand her completely. Some of you wonder,&lt;strong&gt; WHY CHRISTIANS ALWAYS LOOK SO HAPPY?&lt;/strong&gt; It's because we have God to help us through thick and thin. When we are down, we could talk to God. Sorry if all this sound like bullcrap to you. I'm just sharing my experiences. God made me who I am today, if it wasn't Him, bet I'll be living in a big fat lie, not knowing myself, not being myself, not being free and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe some of you who are reading this don't know what am I talking about. I would be so glad if you want to know more. I would like to share this article with you. I pray that God will speak to you while reading this. God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiritlessons.com/Mary_K_Baxter_A_Divine_Revelation_of_Hell.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Click Here&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/30232659-116157737280443766?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/116157737280443766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=116157737280443766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116157737280443766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116157737280443766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/10/death-salvation.html' title='Death &amp; Salvation'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-116130803371658282</id><published>2006-10-20T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:01:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila Datuk K berumur 27 dan Siti berumur 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenangan Manis Datuk K dan Siti Nurhaliza....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/NewImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wah piang eh, like father and daughter leh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-116130803371658282?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/116130803371658282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=116130803371658282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116130803371658282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116130803371658282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/10/bila-datuk-k-berumur-27-dan-siti.html' title='Bila Datuk K berumur 27 dan Siti berumur 7'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-116105669987527387</id><published>2006-10-17T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:45:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who would have thought two fresh graduates, who started a small business just in a garage can become &lt;strong&gt;billionaires&lt;/strong&gt; just like, that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about Google co-founders Larry Page and Sergey Brin.&lt;br /&gt;When Page and Brin first moved in the garage, Google had just been incorporated with a bankroll of $1 million raised from a handful of investors. Today, Google has about &lt;strong&gt;$10 billion in cash and a market value of $125 billion!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their headquarters, known as Googleplex is situated in Mountain View, Silicon Valley in California. Wish this was our office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lava Lamps. Retro!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The employees' workspaces are all about individuality. The atmosphere is relaxed, couches are everyhwere and they can just lie down to take a break if they want to. If we did that in the office, I'll probably get fired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Google's employees have meetings at the corridors or at the pool table. Look at that guy, meeting while riding on a scooter. So cool lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They can even bring their pets to work. Their pets are also allowed to wander around the office. Many staffs have pets. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's a rule within Google: that there &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be food within 100 feet of every employee. There was once an engineer who felt a bit ripped off about that rule because his nearest food counter was 120 feet away, so he asked for the error to be corrected, tongue in cheek. The relevant department replied: "There's a restaurant right above your desk, and you are definitely less than 100 feet from that one." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks like a toyshop more than a workspace! My workspace doesn't even have that many things. I think it's time for me to do something about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rumor has it, a dude who had just joined Google had not been able to find a flat, so he lived at Google HQ for &lt;strong&gt;a month&lt;/strong&gt;. He lived a lot better than Tom Hanks in The Terminal. Meals are provided, couches everywhere, there are showers in the bathrooms, a gym and a swimming machine. There are even pianos in music rooms you could use. Better than the facilities at home! The dude didn't leave Google HQ for a month straight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fun at work=No Stress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The room with full of &lt;strong&gt;food!&lt;/strong&gt; Close to looking like a supermarket. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Behold! Chocolates and candies. Such joy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e183/rawk_chiq/untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Laundry room for the staffs' convenience. No need to buy washing machine also can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a note, Google is &lt;strong&gt;HIRING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-116105669987527387?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/116105669987527387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=116105669987527387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116105669987527387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116105669987527387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/10/google-office.html' title='Google Office'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-116082887389455460</id><published>2006-10-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:27:53.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Axe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/guitar%20x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/320/guitar%20x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I painted this guitar some time ago and it would be great to see what do you have to say about it. I will be back with more posts later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-116082887389455460?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/116082887389455460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=116082887389455460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116082887389455460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116082887389455460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/10/axe.html' title='Axe'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-116048953511470274</id><published>2006-10-10T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:18:41.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not Allowed To Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rR5PdsiUhw4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guarantee this video will make you go LOL-ing, LMAO-ing and ROFL-ing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I salute the Taiwanese, I mean how can they manage to pull off an entertainment show so well? I bet most of you watch taiwanese entertainment shows especially those hosted by Jacky Wu. Now this one is classic. The "students" are having music class. Whatever the teachers are teaching, the students are not allowed to laugh. This video needs no description. It speaks for itself. The Ah Ma is frickin funny, and the guru disiplin. Super ganas wey. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/gd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&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/30232659-116048953511470274?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/116048953511470274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=116048953511470274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116048953511470274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116048953511470274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-not-allowed-to-laugh.html' title='You&apos;re Not Allowed To Laugh'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-116021817381308793</id><published>2006-10-07T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:53:46.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Fought Over Paris Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEVD5HbavGI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found this video of Nick Carter fighting with his brother, Aaron Carter. I find it hilarious and at the same time, shocked. Personally, I don't think it's made up. Now Nick is pissed off just because Aaron is playing music at midnight while Nick is trying to get some sleep. And Nick got a little over the top and starts bringing up the topic of Paris Hilton. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reason Nick picked up a fight with Aaron is because he had a fling with Paris Hilton just after Nick broke up with Paris. Here are some of the memorable quotes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nick: Let me tell you something real quick. (there goes his Gayish rapping style hand gestures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aaron: Don't spit in my face dawg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nick: (interrupts) Alright? Alright?! You're gonna respect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aaron: (impatiently) Don't spit in my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nick: (interrupts again) Alright?! (and starts poking Aaron's face, poke poke poke.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aaron: Everytime you fight with me, I runaway from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nick:..a picture of her, HER, smiling like this! (There he goes again, so gay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nick looked a little gay and almost in tears while yelling at the near end of the video. I was wondering, Aaron, what kind of dance is that? LOL. Nick has temper, a bad one. Honestly, Nick needs to be taught how to manage his anger. I don't know. You decide and leave comments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-116021817381308793?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/116021817381308793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=116021817381308793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116021817381308793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/116021817381308793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-fought-over-paris-hilton_07.html' title='We Fought Over Paris Hilton'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-115936330582168842</id><published>2006-09-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:21:45.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter To You</title><content type='html'>Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just changed this layout, but it's temporary.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to make a layout of my own, it may turn out to be simple yet screams INDIVIDUALITY. That's the main point of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your patience would be much appreciated. You could leave some comments or just leave a message in my Cbox. Replies guaranteed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-115936330582168842?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/115936330582168842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=115936330582168842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115936330582168842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115936330582168842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/09/letter-to-you.html' title='A Letter To You'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-115867470827541080</id><published>2006-09-19T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:46:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beng Beng Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hey everybody! I'm back with an update. Recently Wynesse gave me chocolates that her brother bought from Indonesia. I was fascinated by the name of it, I thought it was humourous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mempersembahkan,Coklat Beng-Beng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/Picture%20002%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/320/Picture%20002%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think the person who named this chocolate must be an &lt;strong&gt;Ah Beng. &lt;/strong&gt;That's not all, I spent some time spotting the grammar errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/6612-000190.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/Picture%20002%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/320/Picture%20002%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apologies for the blurry image.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Error number one:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4&lt;strong&gt; Kelezetan&lt;/strong&gt; sekali gigit, supposed to be&lt;strong&gt; Kelazatan. &lt;/strong&gt;And sekali gigit is wrong. Unfortunately, my BM is really bad. I don't know how to correct it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Error number two:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wafer&lt;/strong&gt; should be spelt as &lt;strong&gt;Waffle&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Error number three:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;. Can there be a celup chocolate? I don't think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The last one. At the top corner of it says &lt;strong&gt;Big Prize Inside&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a gimmick. First of all, how can a BIG prize fit into a tiny chocolate wrapper? And when i opened it, no prize inside. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/6612-000190.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-115867470827541080?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/115867470827541080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=115867470827541080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115867470827541080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115867470827541080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/09/beng-beng-chocolate.html' title='Beng Beng Chocolate'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-115746380338323477</id><published>2006-09-05T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:43:23.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Work Place</title><content type='html'>I would like to share with all of you about my work place.&lt;br /&gt;It's located in Cyberview Lodge Resort in Cyberjaya. It's a great place to work in. FYI, I &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt; work in the resort. I work in the resort's office block.&lt;br /&gt;The company's name is &lt;strong&gt;Pulse Group.&lt;/strong&gt; We do market research. For more info, click on the banner below this page. Be sure to join as a member, I will tell you the perks of joining as a member. Do ask me, no need to feel shy whatsoever. I don't bite. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/penang%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/320/penang%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pool beside the office.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/penang%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/320/penang%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Front view of the office&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/penang%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/320/penang%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/1600/penang%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5963/3237/320/penang%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you about my colleagues? Well, they are all really nice people, fun to work with. Sounds surreal eh? At first I thought people in the corporate world are mean, blood-sucking vampires, &lt;strong&gt;WRONG. &lt;/strong&gt;I would definitely recommend you to come work in Pulse Group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-115746380338323477?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/115746380338323477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=115746380338323477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115746380338323477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115746380338323477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-work-place.html' title='My Work Place'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-115660823157349473</id><published>2006-08-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:03:51.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't So Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>I just felt like bashing those friggin spoiled kids everytime i watch My Super Sweet 16. There was this girl who goes like "ooh, daddy can i have this car, pleeease". Daddy this, daddy that.and they have this so called "self-confidence" where they go "oh my god, i am like, soooo HOT! Everybody's gonna be like, sooo jealous of me because i am the hottest girl around" with their dramatic facial expressions. The truth is, they AREN'T that hot, i mean, look at them. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's episode was this guy named Darnell, who actually asked Rihanna to be his Princess for the party, and he did was just let her sit there, while he flirts with other girls, Rihanna just looks on and rolled her eyes. Yeah. I pity her. Come on, she's Rihanna, the IT girl, yet still so humble, show her some respect yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i hate them rich kids. nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-115660823157349473?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/115660823157349473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=115660823157349473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115660823157349473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115660823157349473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/08/aint-so-sweet-sixteen.html' title='Ain&apos;t So Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-115651375148026114</id><published>2006-08-25T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:49:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've not blogged for ages.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got so many things to tell you guys about my office, my colleagues and everything. &lt;br /&gt;later for that.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that God put me there for a specific reason. and I know it very well He has a plan for me. He has been opening many doors too. I have a colleague who also shares the same faith as me. Her name is Faye. She has shared alot with me about God, how she backslided and came back to God. I was so encouraged by her testimonies. It made me want to be a better person, and live life to the fullest, for God and God &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new colleague( i shall not reveal her name--privacy lah) started her first day of work today, we were talking and she just said she is a malay, but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;a muslim. She's a Christian. My jaw just dropped literally. lol.Her dad left them. Her mum converted to a Christian and her family actually persecuted her mum. Her mum had no place to go, and decided to reside in UK. Her mum is now preaching the gospel around. I had goosebumps, I was speechless. Her mum had been through so many hardships, yet she is still so strong. Praise the Lord. I've learned alot from both of them.&lt;br /&gt;i will update everyday, pinkie promise! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out, God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-115651375148026114?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/115651375148026114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=115651375148026114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115651375148026114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115651375148026114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-not-blogged-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30232659.post-115315075837577546</id><published>2006-07-17T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:39:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost for words</title><content type='html'>I received Alexis's letter from USA!&lt;br /&gt;that made my day. i can't stop smiling when i was reading her letter. how i wish i could visit her now. oh, and of course Cameron too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels kinda awkward to write in an online journal bacause i was so used to writing my thoughts in a book. not to mention that i am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; an expressive person when it comes to putting my thoughts into words. i am bad at describing things, situations and feelings.so please people, bear with me. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30232659-115315075837577546?l=mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/115315075837577546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30232659&amp;postID=115315075837577546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115315075837577546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30232659/posts/default/115315075837577546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchmisfit.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-for-words.html' title='lost for words'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730677719048028910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
