<?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-1723383820942156117</id><updated>2011-10-16T13:31:37.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh??</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-4649066986995880080</id><published>2010-10-17T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:10:30.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CATWOMAN!!</title><content type='html'>I realize i do have friends that look and behave like cats.....Hmmmm..... Joanne Voon Wen Hui, you are number one in my list. Francesca Elzabeth Madu, you are number two!! haha :P Jernestcia Febronia Gimbad, you are "kucing siam".... MUAHAHAHAHA :p :p :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-4649066986995880080?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/4649066986995880080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=4649066986995880080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/4649066986995880080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/4649066986995880080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2010/10/catwoman.html' title='CATWOMAN!!'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-5230480223454193312</id><published>2010-10-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:04:51.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK CAT and EDGAR ELLEN POE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529246554282194658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvUcieK9uI/AAAAAAAAABc/ppm0G8ZPFkw/s320/blackcat_01_wrightson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvP05Xjf0I/AAAAAAAAABU/-aW0dIac-m0/s1600/edgar-allan-poe-the-black-cat-cameron-hampton-psa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529241475187179330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvP05Xjf0I/AAAAAAAAABU/-aW0dIac-m0/s320/edgar-allan-poe-the-black-cat-cameron-hampton-psa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this picture shows Edgar Ellen Poe to be one with the cat. i really think this is one of the best posters available for this short story. when i look at this poster, i could easily link it to the story. maybe it talks about the relationship the main character had or has with his cat, Pluto. The whole story revolves around the main charater and the black cat. Every event that took place in this story also involves how the narrator felt about the cat. And since the narraton is not named in this story, it is easy to assume or even imagine Edgar himself to be the narrator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvPtSEeq4I/AAAAAAAAABM/9rvNhxCd8Po/s1600/62-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529241344379104130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvPtSEeq4I/AAAAAAAAABM/9rvNhxCd8Po/s320/62-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This poster looks very interesting to me bacause you can clearly say that it is not of this era. And to see the poster in a different point of view ( of the older generation) is also gaining a different perspective of the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvPmLx2HeI/AAAAAAAAABE/FdCDAfsAyrc/s1600/600full-edgar-allan-poe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529241222431251938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvPmLx2HeI/AAAAAAAAABE/FdCDAfsAyrc/s320/600full-edgar-allan-poe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Edgar Ellen Poe!!! i like this picture because he actually looks nice in this. Haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvOmALdx_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/4DWtdqqhdgc/s1600/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529240119805855730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvOmALdx_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/4DWtdqqhdgc/s320/thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mysterious.... Gloomy...This poster gives me the chills... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvOdGrjLXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bKoklx86chg/s1600/BlackCatDVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529239966932217202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvOdGrjLXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bKoklx86chg/s320/BlackCatDVD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best artistic version of "the black cat" so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-5230480223454193312?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/5230480223454193312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=5230480223454193312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/5230480223454193312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/5230480223454193312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2010/10/black-cat-and-edgar-ellen-poe.html' title='BLACK CAT and EDGAR ELLEN POE'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VKkUPm8Xp_o/TLvUcieK9uI/AAAAAAAAABc/ppm0G8ZPFkw/s72-c/blackcat_01_wrightson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-8193750623900300380</id><published>2010-10-17T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:09:33.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BLACK CAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/TLvIR8YIk9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/NpLMysPMZbk/s1600/BlackCatDVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529233178118099922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/TLvIR8YIk9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/NpLMysPMZbk/s320/BlackCatDVD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really suprises me how such a simple title could carry such a gloomy and mysterious effect. these are the things that came to my mind when i first heard the title :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Black cat??? Why cat???? Why black????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-Errr..... Who wrote it ah???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Wah.... so mysterious. Is the cat evil???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Cat??? why not dog..? Or cow?? or bird??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i think Edgar Ellen Poe really did a good job in choosing the title. So simple yet mysterious. The story IS about a black cat, and if Poe's intention IS to make us think of his work when we see a black cat, well...... i think it worked :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-8193750623900300380?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/8193750623900300380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=8193750623900300380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/8193750623900300380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/8193750623900300380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2010/10/black-cat.html' title='THE BLACK CAT'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/TLvIR8YIk9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/NpLMysPMZbk/s72-c/BlackCatDVD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-8883744604327356639</id><published>2010-02-20T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:12:50.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHOCOLATE DILEMMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/S4AXEfVBjuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eeCObgy0r_Y/s1600-h/chocolates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440373715760156386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/S4AXEfVBjuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eeCObgy0r_Y/s320/chocolates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why are women linked to chocolate? And flowers and cute teddy bears? And SHOPPING!! Seriously! ? Is it wrong for women to like something else for that matter? Maybe... Hmmm… Video games, red color, ugly teddy bears? Is that not feminine? Would that make a woman any less a woman? No, seriously guys… Why must a girl like pink? And if she says she doesn’t, they will go “but u are a girl! You must like Pink, chocolate, flowers and cute teddy bears!!” Why can’t a guy wear pink?? I think it looks good on them! Why are these things linked to women? Are women thought to like these things, or they learn to like it? Or is it something that a woman must like to be accepted as a woman?? Is it like a “must”? Or is it a label that the world put on women? Or they are just born with such same interest? Hmmm… This post is not for women that likes chocolates, flowers and cute teddy bears! This post is for those who THINKS that is all a woman is about, and that is what a woman should be! DON’T DARE TO TELL A WOMAN WHO SHE IS AND WHO SHE SHOULD BECOME!! SHE IS ALLOWED TO LIKE WHAT SHE LIKES, AND THERE IS NO WRONG IN THAT!! But seriously speaking, I like chocolate, flowers; I like certain pink and cute teddy bears. I only differ in certain things... Like the shopping part. And oh yea… I love pc games: P My point is… LET THEM BE WHAT THEY WANT… WOMEN ARE ALLOWED TO EXPRESS THEMSELVES (IN A DECENT WAY, NOT BREAKING THE LAW WAY (NATION AND NATURE) OF COURSE)… LET THEM LIVE OUT THEIR WOMENHOOD WITH DIGNITY!! WITH PRIDE!!! Be proud of them! It is time for women to create a new identity! NO more just about chocolates, flowers and cute teddy bears! Women should be seen not heard? What the heck?? I think women should be seen AND heard!! Come on WOMEN!! DARE TO BE DIFFERENT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-8883744604327356639?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/8883744604327356639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=8883744604327356639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/8883744604327356639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/8883744604327356639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2010/02/chocolate-dilemma-what-is-it-with-women.html' title='THE CHOCOLATE DILEMMA'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/S4AXEfVBjuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eeCObgy0r_Y/s72-c/chocolates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-1830481682267096400</id><published>2010-02-20T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:17:42.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME, READING AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/S4AG7nbRgiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-OH3s786mr4/s1600-h/boy_reading_book.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440355971128984098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/S4AG7nbRgiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-OH3s786mr4/s320/boy_reading_book.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What happen to me? What happened to my number one passion? Why don’t I like reading like before? Well, these are the questions that I ask myself nowadays whenever I come across an interesting book. Those days I was a bookworm! I always have something to read in my hands! Story books, novels, cooking book, magazines, comics, catalogs, news paper!!! You name it! I read everything!!! Doraemon series are my favourite!! Until now! Hehe.. Im actually quiet thankful I didn’t turn out a nerd. Truth to be told, I don’t think we have real geeks and nerds in Malaysia. The studious type we have, but not nerds and geeks. Maybe those who rather study in their rooms than going out having fun, yea.. We have alot of them! but geeks and nerds? Naah! But I remember taking few facebook quizzes regarding my personality, and 3 of them actually “confirmed” that I’m a nerd! What the heck???? Seriously!! 3 different quizzes gave me the same answer! Then I actually doubted myself for awhile… Maybe I am a nerd…But I just never realized it.. Haha… But please la... I don’t think I am... Hmmmm. I wonder what happened to me that I don’t like reading anymore. I’m just thinking. I am trying to relate any unpleasant experiences I had with reading… Maybe something traumatizing happened in the past while I was reading that caused me to never like reading again? … Hmm… Maybe a book tried to eat me once? Or, I got sucked into the book and came out alive after being stuck there for few years? Or maybe, a robber hold a gun to my head and shouted, READ!!! Or I’LL KILL YOU!!! I’m just wondering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Coming back to reading, i have this cousin who looooooveeeeeeees reading! Her name is Yegnese (for publicity reasons) Hehe.. Well, these girl have read half of the novels in University Malaya library ( I think). She brings back all kinda boring books and novels to my house (to read of course). And she tells me about the books she read! I actually find it very interesting! Then I wondered, have I been missing a lot since I don’t read novels that often anymore? Ehemm… more like, I don’t read anymore (ever ever)? So, right after that so called “eye opening” experience, I was actually determined to read a novel! Who knows if that would actually get me back in the right track and I might love reading again!! Then I grabbed one of Yegnese’s book. Something to do with murder. A true story. I don’t remember the title. Something about a man who killed his whole family… hmmm… I seriously can’t remember the title. I read a few pages, flipped here and there, can’t remember how long I was reading that book but eventually, I can’t take it anymore! It was so sick and…….. Gosh! I remember staring at the guy’s picture (the murderer) and i felt so sick! Some of the victim pictures were there too. I said a short prayer in my heart for them and slowly slided into my emo mood. That was it. I stopped reading and never went back. In other words, I blame Yegnese for blowing off the little spark of passion for reading that was in my heart! What was she thinking bringing that kinda book into the house?? Hehe… just kidding :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After many many months, I was again determined to get a novel to read. I remember clearly, it was a Sunday. Right after church, I rushed to MPH bookstore and grabbed a novel. I was so determined to read, I thought nothing could stop me! Not even Tom Welling calling me out for a date!! Hehe.. Who am I kidding =P. Well, I looked through the novel… hmmm… sounds boring... Grabbed another one! Hmmm…Lagi boring! Peeked into another?? Hmmmm… I wana sleep!!!!! That’s it….! I went to the Malaysian politic corner and grabbed a book. Then I spent 40 minutes just standing there reading that book! Gosh! Seriously Steph?? Malaysian politics over novels?? I’m so LAMEEEE! Since when I became such a boring person? I don’t know!!! I remember that I always kena peril by Yegnese for reading facts book and encyclopedias.. I love history books! I love kid’s story books! I love science books! I love poetry!! I love interesting facts book!! My dad bought one the other day and I can’t stop reading!!! It’s so awesome! Did you know that karate is originated in India but developed in China? Did you know that Cleopatra is Greek and not Egyptian? Did you know that Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissor and he can write and draw at the same time using both his hands? To me those are interesting facts! Those are amazing books! I rather spend my time gaining knowledge then just having fun reading! Hmmm.. Eerr.. Just realized something... Maybe I am a nerd. No normal people would make such statement! Gosh… That’s it! I’m a nerd who doesn’t know that she is a nerd! :P When I think further about it, there is nothing wrong with being a nerd what… Hmmm… IM NOT A NERD LAAAA!! END OF STORY!!! FULLSTOP!!!!!!!!!! Don’t try to confuse me STEPH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-1830481682267096400?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/1830481682267096400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=1830481682267096400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/1830481682267096400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/1830481682267096400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-reading-and-everything-in-between.html' title='ME, READING AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN2'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/S4AG7nbRgiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-OH3s786mr4/s72-c/boy_reading_book.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-817725975835816186</id><published>2009-12-14T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:15:47.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRAGIC "FRIENDSHIP" STORY...</title><content type='html'>Have not been blogging for awhile... Haha... just being lazy... many things happened since the last time i blogged. Good and bad... Maybe the most significant thing is loosing my so called "best friend". Dont ask what happened.. :( Its a tragic "friendship" story.. haha. Honesty it really hurts. Its just disapointing when you realize da person that you claim to know so much about is such a fake person. And this one thing he did just made me wonder over and over again if anything that he did before is true and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;              Hmmm... I am not a judgemental person, nor am i perfect. I would notdiscriminate a person even if he or she would have talked bad behind my back. But what hurt me most in this matter is the fact that he was wearing an innocent mask infront of me the entire time, and behind my back he was this whole different person... He was just plastic, fake and ugly. I forgave him once, but he dissapointed me again. I tried over looking this situation, but he kept on repeating the same mistake over and over again until i decided to just let go. I dont usually quit on my friends, but the problem is, he dont seem to see what he did was a mistake at all!&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           I hate it the most when a person hides behind their "religious" mask and act all holy infront the others but in reality they are just fakers. Please be fake all you want, but never hide under the mask of religion! Dont act asthough you love GOD so much when u clearly dont! Dont call yourself a christian when you clearly dont know what does it mean to be one! Im not saying that im a perfect person. I do screw up, but atleast i am who i am and i dont act or potray myself as someone im not! And do you know what is the most interesting part about this "break up" is? HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW THAT I KNOW!!!! Haha. He continues acting all holy infront of me, but in reality i know who he is behind that sweet looking mask. Well you might say, give him a chance...Let him explain himself... Hmmmm.... Yup, i will.... As soon as sem re-opens, he GOT a TONS on explaining to do!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;           He betrayed the trust i have on him, he broke my heart and dissapointed my friends that accepted him as one of us eventhough clearly, he was not. I have forgaven him for what he did, but i am not going to just let go and let him live his life that way because i care too much to see him fall into the unforgaving pit of sin. For GOD sake, im going to still love him and care because i know Jesus would want me to do that. I just pray for strength and hope i would not get hurt again. JESUS, I WILL DO THIS BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME EVENTHOUGH IM NOT DESERVING OF YOUR UNDIVIDED LOVE.. If Jesus decided to just quit on me everytime i screw up, I wouldnt have experianced His amazing love and grace. I am who I am because JESUS LOVES ME...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          Well, this post is just to LET OUT what i have inside.. Not to critisize him or make him look bad.. Would have written his name, address and phone number here if that is my intention.. ;) But of course im just human. I believe that the outcome of a problem solving lies on how the problem is approached in the first place. I pray that GOD will grant me windom... ALL GLORY TO GOD ALONE!!!!!!! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-817725975835816186?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/817725975835816186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=817725975835816186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/817725975835816186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/817725975835816186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2009/12/tragic-friendship-story.html' title='A TRAGIC &quot;FRIENDSHIP&quot; STORY...'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-7531644715871235073</id><published>2009-07-29T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:23:49.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy people in UPM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnFKBAPm0_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/GZmfZR1nhVM/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnFCqguwUpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OkEzpp87UPs/s320/Image105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364141929282949778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnFCE1j7aPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fmjBMbkONIA/s1600-h/Image104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnFCE1j7aPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fmjBMbkONIA/s320/Image104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364141282039654642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What does Uni students like us do best?? Learning? Reading? memorizing stuff? Hmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;A typical Uni student might be good in all that. But me and my crazy bunch of friends are NOT typical!! Of coz we do all of that too. BUT we do more than just that!!!! We love taking weird pictures AROUND UPM!!!!! But seriously, to me its important to have fun. Just chill out with friends, go shopping, catch a movie togather. What is wrong with that? As long u know your limit, and you don't go across that limit, everything would be just fine. Don't ever forget that whatever we do comes with a consequence. And if u are not willing to pay the price, DONT DO IT!!!!! This pics were taken after class when all of us were on our way to the CIMB bank! who knew withdrawing money could be a joyful event! Haha... My three crazy friends /coursemates / blockmates/ classmates are Francesca Elizabeth Madu A.K. A.Meling, Jesnestcia Febronia Gimbad and Pamela Ann Francis Xavier! Well, few of my crazy friends are not in the pictures! LOL!!! Guys, wish u were all there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-7531644715871235073?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/7531644715871235073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=7531644715871235073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/7531644715871235073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/7531644715871235073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-people-in-upm.html' title='Crazy people in UPM!!!'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnFKBAPm0_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/GZmfZR1nhVM/s72-c/Image138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-8473017097265679826</id><published>2009-07-29T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:09:51.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21st BIRTHDAY and ME!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnEcIXFLsCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fq-B5RGo5Kk/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnEmTIMGJXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pYEBwocxpPY/s320/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364110741232559474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnElElxUY6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/jF2q_P2dug0/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnElElxUY6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/jF2q_P2dug0/s320/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364109391963644834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnEuJk8VsAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RGKXjnjolLE/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnEuJk8VsAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RGKXjnjolLE/s320/Image062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364119373245427714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnEearaQM3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RLeLEyWWfHY/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnEearaQM3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RLeLEyWWfHY/s320/Image054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364102074853241714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21,21,21,21,21,21,21!!!!!!!! Im 21 this year! This post is dedicated to those who have made MY 21th Birthday SPECIAL!!!!!! Hahaha... Let me recap and see... hhmmm... Thanks to my mum, dad, bro and cousin, Yegnese for being a big part of it. My dad got me a ring! My mum got me a Cross chain, then i ate the best chocolate cake on my birthday ( So tempting coz its called "chocolate temptation") seriously chocolaty! I came down with fever after only having a piece! Haha... But it is all worth! Didnt do much, but really enjoyed myself! My bro wanted to take me out for a movie, go makan-makan ,but i was having an headache.So really not in the mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      On the 3rd of July few day after my birthday, i went for cellgroup or in Acts church''s language its called "HOMES". Took the KTM to Subang Jaya, then Ronson came to pick me and Elisha up. He drove to Samantha's house, pick her up and drove to Serdang! We usually have Cellgroup at Jacob Paul's place ( who i call Jacobpe and he calls me Stephe just for fun ) I remember Sam and Elisha rushing into the house, leaving me and Ronson outside taking off our shoes. So i took off my shoes and went in slowly, suddenly heard Ronson calling me from outside asking me to bring in his bible and car key if im not mistaken because he was on the phone and taking off his shoes at the same time. While i was taking the bible from him, holding my bible and Sam's at the same time, i heard someone singing "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" from the back. I was not sure what was happening at that moment, but i was definitely very very blur! Haha. When i looked to the front, i saw Jessica holding a beautiful cake, and others singing happy birthday to me. i was shocked and overwhelmed at the same time. Almost cried but controlled myself. Jessica came closer to me and i spoilt the moment by saying "WHAT SHOULD I DO?". I seriously was soooo blur! Then i blew the candles and Samantha asked me to cut the cake! I placed all the bibles i was holding on the table and cut the cake cautiously. The cake was SOOOOO SOFT! I worry i might destroy it! I remember Elisha complimenting the way i cut the cake. she said its soo neat!!! Then Samantha said the same thing. They actually said, never seen a cake that is cut soo neatly.I was thinking in my mind, don't destroy the cake, don't destroy the cake! But have to admit it was really hard to cut the cake. There were fruits, and almonds all over. I really took my time in cutting that one piece of CAKE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Ronson only finish talking on the phone after that, and he ask if we can do the whole thing all over again because he missed the singing and the cutting cake part. Hahaha. Then i went to Elisha and gave her a hug. I said THANK YOU. Elisha told me that Samantha is the one who planned everything. I went to Samantha and gave her a big long hug. I really sayang her. She is not only my mentor, but also an amazing person. She gave me a present. I was really touched. I gave Jessica a hug too. Ronson, Jacob, Jesmond and Sebastian was there too. Then Samantha took the task of cutting the cakes for all and i transformed into a photographer and started taking pictures. I remember asking Samantha to pose with the cake, she said "nonsense la you!". I don't know i always get that from her! Maybe because i always do or say stupid things around her. Just for fun actually. Then i took picture with all of them. Ronson actually said " i need a chair!" And i was wondering what he meant. Then i realize he was calling me short! Im not short, only not as tall as him! But we took picture eventually, without the chair! After eating the cake, and many more things that Samantha brought, we then started our cellgroup. And i did communion and remember accidentally placing my bible on the cake's cream! Elisha and Samantha actually helped cleaning my bible. So sweet of them! Elder Ken Yiak came visiting, we had a great cell group, then went back to Subang Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        On the way, we stopped to makan at one of the chinese shops in Subang. Only 4 of us. Ronson, Samantha, Elisha and me. Ronson and Elisha ordered some soupy mee stuff. Im not sure what that was. Pan mee if im not mistaken. Ronson was so amazed with the way the lady made the mee that he decided to order that! what a reason to order food. but i had to admit, the way the lady transforms dough into thin strings of noodles is facinating! But not facinating enough for me to wana eat it. Hahaha. I eventually ordered "chinese carrot cake" and Samantha didn't want to eat. I was stuffing myself with my food and i felt as though the food was not decreasing at all! and i ordered the SMALL PLATE! I took so long to finish eating half of it. In the end i surrendered! Samantha just looked at me, and she said " finish your food la Steph, dont waste". I told her i was too full. Then Samantha ask me to finish my food again. I was soo full, but still the way Samantha asked me just melted my heart. I cant say "no" to her. Haha. I don't know why. Maybe because i have too much respect and love for her. So i started forcing myself to eat. And so sweet of Sam, she helped me to makan also. I told her i don't like beansprout (who puts beansprout in carrot cake anyway?!)  She even ate all the beansprout for me ( i hate bean sprout, taste and smells weird). At last mission accomplished! i finish the food and i almost vomited then i was chewing the last piece of carrot cake in my mouth! Literally! I dropped few chunks of carrot cake here and there( u might think by purpose, but it was an honest mistake :P) Not very good in using chopsticks, but too stubborn to use a spoon. Then Ronson drove us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Elisha and i stayed over at Samantha's place that night. Samantha was doing some mopping here and there. By the time she was done, it was already 2 in the morning! Sam usually sleeps downstairs with me whenever i come over. The last time i tried sleeping in her room, i end up runnig downstairs 3 in the morning coz i couldnt breathe.  But that night i slept downstairs with Elisha. Around 2 am i was chatting with Elisha, she was sleepy and i was not! As usual i was still active and energetic at that moment. Elisha said i have an active brain and that is why i cant sleep, which is true! I would have to force myself to stop thinking so that i could go to sleep! Then Samantha came downstairs to switch off the lights, I asked her " hey Sam, are you gonna sleep now?" She said, "no lah, you wana come upstairs?" So i went upstairs to her room and we just chatted. I have so much of respect for her. I really don't know where did she find the time in the world to do whatever she is doing! To maintain the spirit of childishness and maturity at the same time, to be involved in every single thing she likes and giving her very best to the LORD! To be 22 years old, and still setting such a great example to everyone of her age, older and younger! I really praise God for placing her in my life! I only went to sleep around 5am! I was chatting with her till 3.30 am and then continue praying till 5am! I needed an answer from God, so i just prayed. And gladly to say, God answered!!!  Actually i can keep on talking to Sam till 6am, but poor Sam! She already look so sleepy. so i just needed to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       She did come downstairs to get something around 3.40am. She told me there is a note for me in the gift she bought me. i told her i haven't open the gift yet. I got excited and ask her "SHOULD I OPEN IT NOW?" (it was 3.45 in the morning at that moment) Sam said " Go sleep la u!"  She got a point. Haha. Then i fell a sleep at 5am! Elisha was already sleeping soundly by that time! Overall it was a good day. I thank God for all the amazing things God did for me through all these wonderful people. I would like to thank Samantha Yeoh, Elisha Menon, Janaronson, Jessica Wong, Jacob and Jesmond Paul and Sabastian for the wonderful birthday suprise. I really appreciate it guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - Sam got me a diary to write down my journey of being 21! How toughtful was that!!! And there was a sweet note written for me on the back page of the diary! That made the diary much more meaningful to me. Thanks Sam!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-8473017097265679826?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/8473017097265679826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=8473017097265679826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/8473017097265679826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/8473017097265679826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-21-and-me.html' title='21st BIRTHDAY and ME!!!!!'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SnEcIXFLsCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fq-B5RGo5Kk/s72-c/Image050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-2393979035206290013</id><published>2009-07-29T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:25:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>legally 21!!!!!</title><content type='html'>WOW! Im 21 years old this year! I is the always wondered what is the big deal of turning 21... hmmmm.....?! But now that im here, i would say its not all about the FREEDOM or DOING THINGS YOU CANT BEFORE. Its more about the responsibility and how you handle situations. As for me, i am taking more responsibilities for my actions, cautiously taking decisions and praying about every single thing im doing so that i won't end up looking back and regreting what i did. God has always been the biggest factor in my life. Where would i be without his unconditioned love. Brings tears to my eye just thinking about his mercy and love apon my life. Jesus is more than enough for me. So on my 21st birthday, i felt his calling apon my life. And i had a feeling that He have been waiting for me to turn 21! The past few  months before my birthday ive been doing alot of thinking. Oh boy! How much did i change in the past few months! God was dealing with every single emotions i have, every single weakness have been made strength in his glory! He really worked in me and changed me alot. I thank God for his amazing love in my life. I thank him for bringing joy and peace into my heart. I thank him for the wonderful people he have placed in my life. I thank him for placing me in UNIVERSITI PUTRA MALAYSIA and blessing me with amazing friends and seniors. I thank God for placing me in ACTS CHURCH for there is where i have found amazing friends and people who help me to grow stronger in the LORD. Thank you LORD for your LOVE. Thank you for painting your love apon my life. Jesus ROCKS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-2393979035206290013?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/2393979035206290013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=2393979035206290013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/2393979035206290013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/2393979035206290013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2009/07/legally-21.html' title='legally 21!!!!!'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-3651161697573703334</id><published>2009-06-11T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:59:29.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The  REVOLUTION of  DANCE???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SjHffnTXn8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/CboG1_f0pKs/s1600-h/n1302952467_30495548_6229134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SjHffnTXn8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/CboG1_f0pKs/s320/n1302952467_30495548_6229134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346299966884650946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SjHfXHzJKaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DNUfDJmYCYs/s1600-h/4539_1174977936944_1302952467_30495552_385784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SjHfXHzJKaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DNUfDJmYCYs/s320/4539_1174977936944_1302952467_30495552_385784_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346299820989032866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4TH, 5TH, 6TH of JUNE 2009, Revolution Conference took place at Acts Church, Summit Hotel, 2nd Floor, Subang Jaya, Selangor!!!! it was very awesome!!!! Wow... It made me laugh, cry, jump and shout! Of coz i dont do that at the Conference!!! (silly you!) Revo Party that took place at night was really awesome. The sermon was great, the praise and worship session, I loved the dance so much. The energy, the dance, the music, everything was just perfect! Not only that, i actually saw the level of commitment given by the dancers and it really made me appreciate the dance even more. The reason im saying this is because, my church friend, more like a sister to me, Samantha Yeoh (give her a round of applause)  is one of the dancers who performed in the dance on that day. Not forgetting Leona Lim (one of the funniest girl ive EVER met), Rachel Ann ( very nice and cute), Albert Ling ( da guy with the deepest voice), Jason Han ( i call him the gothic guy before i actually knew his name and only Sam knows this) and few more really cool people that im not very sure of their names * clap ur hands till it hurts*   were really commited to the dance practises that were held. These are young working adults and students we are talking about! I really salute them! There are many times they had to rush for practises after work, on Saturdays, Sundays, and even practise till 2 in the morning! Wow!!!! Well guys, all your hard work paid off... I wish i could dance like u guys! hahahaha..... Well, it takes more than a couple of cool moves to pull it of! These guys got da moves and the commitment to make it work!!!! Way to go guys! Proud of u all! More than that, i know GOD is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE-  The song "Paparazzi" by Lady Gaga is stuck in my head rite now! ( thanks to sumone who likes that song so much) hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-3651161697573703334?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/3651161697573703334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=3651161697573703334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/3651161697573703334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/3651161697573703334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2009/06/revolution-of-dance.html' title='The  REVOLUTION of  DANCE???'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SjHffnTXn8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/CboG1_f0pKs/s72-c/n1302952467_30495548_6229134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-1728255127124511085</id><published>2009-05-02T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:45:18.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNWAY PIRAMID!!!! HERE WE COME :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyT7T_X8mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7d0SCu8iv7Q/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331298706087473762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyT7T_X8mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7d0SCu8iv7Q/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyTbOk0XKI/AAAAAAAAADw/ziUruUuh21o/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331298154878098594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyTbOk0XKI/AAAAAAAAADw/ziUruUuh21o/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyS7XB1beI/AAAAAAAAADo/-MiM_zgZ4xI/s1600-h/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331297607391473122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyS7XB1beI/AAAAAAAAADo/-MiM_zgZ4xI/s320/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfySgixnOmI/AAAAAAAAADg/4mRJi5JcaN8/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331297146688191074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfySgixnOmI/AAAAAAAAADg/4mRJi5JcaN8/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyR0uU2yKI/AAAAAAAAADY/DAD6mLYdr0I/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331296393874557090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyR0uU2yKI/AAAAAAAAADY/DAD6mLYdr0I/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331292543579613970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyOUm3AaxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dkgAkWYxpB8/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyND9XxbTI/AAAAAAAAACw/oxczx-QxVYQ/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331291158053219634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyND9XxbTI/AAAAAAAAACw/oxczx-QxVYQ/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we celebrated Jessica Kan's birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy Birthday Jess! Love you!!!! Her real birthday is on the 26th of April 2009 but we celebrated earlier because the 26th was a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Sunway Piramid to celebrate her birthday. Peter Yong, Jessica Kan ( of course), Rachel Lo, Elisha Menon, Ian Toh Wye Kit ( my friend), and Mitchell Chan went togather. Mitchell actually drove all the way to my college in UPM to pick me and Ian up. Thanks Mitchell. As scary as she could be, she is still very very sweet! We reached Sunway Piramid around 1 pm, we went for makan. Peter and Elisha excused themselves to go to the washroom and came back with cakes for Jessica! We sang Happy Birthday for Jess and wacked the cake up! The lemon cheese cake from secret recipe was amazing! Wow... The cheese &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyLMCLqYdI/AAAAAAAAACo/bhp9afP9PQo/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is soooo rich!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went ice skating. It was my first time. I was excited! I didnt know what to expect. How slippery would it be? Would i fall? I thought, worst come to worst, i'll just stand still! That wouldnt be hard right? Or would it? Hmmmmm......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sooooooooooo wrong!!! So sooo wrong! I couldnt even put my leg on the ice! It was so slippery. I took almost 5 minutesto just to get both my leg on ice! And thank God, Rachel and Elisha helped. I was such a drama queen. I didnt mean to be act like one, I was just very very very scared. Haha. I was clinging to the side the entire time. Jessica (who is actually quite good in skating) helped me to get around. i fell 4 times on ice! I could not take it. I couldnt even stand still. My leg had life of its own. It moved without me moving an inch! It was that slippery! I felt like crying. My back still hurt from my fall few weeks ago. I actually slipped in the bus while going to class. I hurt my back pretty bad and it havent recover competely. The falls that i took while ice skating actually added pain to the backache i had and it was very very painful!!! The doctor did give me some advices. Dont eat potatoes, dont bend down, dont carry heavy things and sit in the right posture. Guess he forgot to tell me not to ice skate!!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my friend's , Ian first time too. But he was doing quite well himself! I saw him taking some nasty falls and he bounced right back! I was very impressed with his determination. Atlast, I couldnt take it anymore. I want to walk on solid ground, with my own shoes!!! The skating shoe is killing one by one of my toe and i just want to get rid of it! Peter and Jessica helped me to get out. They pushed me slowly and I did fall another few times. I was holding them so tightly, asthough i was clinging for my dear life!! It sounds very funny now, but seriously i really suffered that very moment. I cant stand, i cant skate, i was fallling over and over again, the feeling of being helpless and not in control really sucks! I think the reason i didnt have a good time was because i was scared of falling. I know that with my bad back condition i shouldnt be ice skating, but i did it anyway just for the experiance. I was worried that i might fall and hurt my back even more. So i tried not to fall and that caused me to be in control every moment. But it is impossible not to fall especially when its your first time!&lt;br /&gt;I was very wet from all the falling. Not only me, all of us were wet except Peter, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to A&amp;amp;W to enjoy a big mug of root beer! Waaaaah!! Refreshing... Then all of us went to a chinese shop near by and had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I had a great day! I had fun, I enjoyed myself. Eventhough ice skating didnt go that well for me, I could atleast say with a big smile on my face that I walked on ice and i fell 4 times, but i dont regret it because it is an experience i will remember for life....(unless i lose my memory! haha)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyGLgl5WUI/AAAAAAAAACI/7a2DAZDCkHk/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1723383820942156117-1728255127124511085?l=stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/feeds/1728255127124511085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1723383820942156117&amp;postID=1728255127124511085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/1728255127124511085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1723383820942156117/posts/default/1728255127124511085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-gomes.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunway-piramid-here-we-come.html' title='SUNWAY PIRAMID!!!! HERE WE COME :-)'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09375810440461093380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sf786CJpDvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2VEi1DPaluU/S220/DSC00847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfyT7T_X8mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7d0SCu8iv7Q/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723383820942156117.post-4461801985413163484</id><published>2009-05-02T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:27:16.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO more a FRESHIE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sfxz116883I/AAAAAAAAACA/NhBOEzdGCR8/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331263427744428914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/Sfxz116883I/AAAAAAAAACA/NhBOEzdGCR8/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfxxwnQ7mSI/AAAAAAAAABo/C3xSKrUD8jo/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOW..... Im about to be a 3rd sem student! I remember one of my senior told me the other day "i remember the first time all of u came in!" Yup! Its already 1 year since i came in to UPM, starting my journey as a freshie and now im about to be a senior!!!!! Haha.... Its my turn to guide new students, show them directions, make them feel at home.. In some ways im happy to be a senior, but on the other hand i want remain a junior. I love being the youngest among my seniors. Haha.. I know its weird. But that is how i feel! They are so wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so thankful to God! They definately made my life easier in uni. They are the best seniors a junior could ever ask for! Elisha Menon, Jessica Kan, Peter Yong Sim Onn, Yee Min, Yeo Boon Yong, Rachel Lo, Joshua Lee, Matthew Naveen, Sarah Loke, Joyce Yip, Mitchell Chan and many many more! You guys are the best! I am happy to know all you. Thanks Elisha for being such a blessing to me. Thanks for bringing me to church. I appreciate it. I love all of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfxuFp9ifGI/AAAAAAAAABI/Nq3G90ORiJk/s1600-h/boon+steamboat+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331257102342192226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfxuFp9ifGI/AAAAAAAAABI/Nq3G90ORiJk/s320/boon+steamboat+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfxzCqgM6YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_6AkyfWSeEU/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331262548506110338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SfxzCqgM6YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_6AkyfWSeEU/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9tWYAFVnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6iy0vZdmOSI/s1600-h/316984095_c7b5561f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9tWYAFVnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6iy0vZdmOSI/s1600-h/316984095_c7b5561f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9tWYAFVnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6iy0vZdmOSI/s1600-h/316984095_c7b5561f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305079117233084018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9tWYAFVnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6iy0vZdmOSI/s320/316984095_c7b5561f72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9tWYAFVnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6iy0vZdmOSI/s1600-h/316984095_c7b5561f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9tWYAFVnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6iy0vZdmOSI/s1600-h/316984095_c7b5561f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9tWYAFVnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6iy0vZdmOSI/s1600-h/316984095_c7b5561f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9tWYAFVnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6iy0vZdmOSI/s1600-h/316984095_c7b5561f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9tWYAFVnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6iy0vZdmOSI/s1600-h/316984095_c7b5561f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9tWYAFVnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6iy0vZdmOSI/s1600-h/316984095_c7b5561f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEJARAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku sebatang pokok tua,&lt;br /&gt;Mencengkam bumi,&lt;br /&gt;Bertuankan tanah,&lt;br /&gt;Akarku telah lesu,&lt;br /&gt;Kulitku semakin kasar,&lt;br /&gt;Dedaunku semakin gugur,&lt;br /&gt;Rantingku semakin kering,&lt;br /&gt;Namun jiwaku masih setia,&lt;br /&gt;Bertapak di bumi nyata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebatang pokok tua,&lt;br /&gt;Setia melayari bahtera zaman,&lt;br /&gt;Dari dahulu hingga ke kini,&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih berdiri,&lt;br /&gt;Menghidu bau embun pagi,&lt;br /&gt;Merasai panas terik mentari,&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar kicauan burung menyanyi.&lt;br /&gt;Dibuai angin bayu senja hari ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebatang pokok tua,&lt;br /&gt;Dari dahulu hingga ke kini,&lt;br /&gt;Ku tatap hari-hari,&lt;br /&gt;Mentari dan bulan silih berganti,&lt;br /&gt;Melaksanakan amanah ditugaskan illahi,&lt;br /&gt;Menyirami planet kecil bernama bumi,&lt;br /&gt;Dengan cahaya indah,&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa adanya cahaya itu,&lt;br /&gt;Tiada gunanya mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku sebatang pokok tua,&lt;br /&gt;Kunampak masa mengejar masa,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika manusia masih jahil,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika minda masih kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Ku nampak waktu pengejar waktu,&lt;br /&gt;Kini manusia semakin maju,&lt;br /&gt;Mengejar masa,&lt;br /&gt;Mengejar kekayaan,&lt;br /&gt;Mengejar impian,&lt;br /&gt;Mencari kesenangan,&lt;br /&gt;Masih mencari-cari,&lt;br /&gt;Erti sebenar sebuah kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebatang pokok tua,&lt;br /&gt;Aku menangis,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika bencana menimpa tanahku,&lt;br /&gt;Aku ketawa,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika anak muda,&lt;br /&gt;Bermain-main di bawah pohonku,&lt;br /&gt;Aku tersenyum,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kekasih berteduh,&lt;br /&gt;Dibawah bebayang ku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku terharu,&lt;br /&gt;Apabila si burung comel,&lt;br /&gt;Bersarang diatas dahan ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebatang pokok tua,&lt;br /&gt;Telah melihat pergerakan masa,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika masa berlari,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika masa berjalan,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika masa merangkak,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika masa berhenti.&lt;br /&gt;Merasai bayu kurun ke-20,&lt;br /&gt;Merasai mentari terik 2007,&lt;br /&gt;Dibasahi hujan musim luruh,&lt;br /&gt;Dipeluk embun saban waktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebatang pokok tua,&lt;br /&gt;Moyangmu pernah berteduh dibayangku,&lt;br /&gt;Berlari-larian di keliling badan ku,&lt;br /&gt;Berganyut di atas dahan ranting ku,&lt;br /&gt;Memakan buah dari pohonku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebatang pokok tua,&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sekadar pokok biasa,&lt;br /&gt;Hidupan sezamanku sudah mati,&lt;br /&gt;Manusia sezamanku telah pergi,&lt;br /&gt;Tidak akan kau lihat,&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang aku lihat.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak akan kau dengar,&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang aku dengar,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana aku bukan manusia,&lt;br /&gt;Aku pokok tua.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sekadar pokok tua,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi aku sebatang pokok tua,&lt;br /&gt;Yang telah melihat sejarah,&lt;br /&gt;Telah melalui sejarah,&lt;br /&gt;AKULAH SEJARAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLEH : - STEPHANIE MELINDA GOMES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9vAdmXAqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z_ZkHJaa_3Q/s1600-h/2712975032_cb3a986cfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9vAdmXAqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z_ZkHJaa_3Q/s1600-h/2712975032_cb3a986cfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305080939801936546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9vAdmXAqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z_ZkHJaa_3Q/s320/2712975032_cb3a986cfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2dhv9IJAhA/SZ9vAdmXAqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z_ZkHJaa_3Q/s1600-h/2712975032_cb3a986cfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PELABUHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika,&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku berhenti berdenyut,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi mata liar memandang,&lt;br /&gt;Kotak fikiran mengenang kembali,&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan masa lalu,&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan masa kini,&lt;br /&gt;Yang seketika tadi,&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi sejarah,&lt;br /&gt;Yang sesaat lalu,&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika,&lt;br /&gt;Zahirku terkaku beku,&lt;br /&gt;Imbasan potret perjalananku,&lt;br /&gt;Terpaku dihadapan mataku,&lt;br /&gt;Mengungkap seribu kata&lt;br /&gt;Mengimbas ribuan waktu,&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya berkenaan sejarah hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika,&lt;br /&gt;Ku nampak diriku,&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pandangan mata ketiga,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ku jahil dan alpa,&lt;br /&gt;Meningkat remaja menjadi dewasa,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika dilamun cinta,&lt;br /&gt;Membeli kereta impian pertama,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika berjaya mendapat nama,&lt;br /&gt;Berumahtangga dengan si dia,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika diriku dikurniakan anak,&lt;br /&gt;Membina keluarga bahagia,&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi suami dan bapa,&lt;br /&gt;Seorang insan berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika,&lt;br /&gt;Aku terkejut.&lt;br /&gt;Dimana hilangnya saat itu?&lt;br /&gt;Dimana perginya kebahagiaanku?&lt;br /&gt;Gelak tawaku di hembus bayu&lt;br /&gt;Hilang dalam dimensi waktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika,&lt;br /&gt;Air mata pilu,&lt;br /&gt;Mengalir menuruni pipi ku,&lt;br /&gt;Perit hatiku tiada yang tahu,&lt;br /&gt;Bagai ditikam seribu sembilu,&lt;br /&gt;Ruang fikirku semakin sempit,&lt;br /&gt;Dibanjiri memori ,&lt;br /&gt;Dibanjiri hujan kekeliruan,&lt;br /&gt;Yang semakin hari semakin perit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika,&lt;br /&gt;Aku termenung jauh,&lt;br /&gt;Terkenang kembali masa dulu,&lt;br /&gt;Adakah semua akan berakhir,&lt;br /&gt;Apabila dadaku berhenti berdegup,&lt;br /&gt;Adakah semua sekadar mimpi,&lt;br /&gt;Apabila jasad menjadi debu,&lt;br /&gt;Adakah itu makna kebenaran,&lt;br /&gt;Adakah disitu tersirat kebahagiaan,&lt;br /&gt;Adakah itu sekadar kehidupan,&lt;br /&gt;Adakah itu kehidupan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika,&lt;br /&gt;Jiwaku sersentak,&lt;br /&gt;Mataku memandang,&lt;br /&gt;Aku kini menyedari,&lt;br /&gt;Aku memahami erti kehidupan!&lt;br /&gt;Jasad yang kaku menjadi tenang,&lt;br /&gt;Minda yang gelap menjadi terang,&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku tidak lagi berperang,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana kebenaran telah terserlah,&lt;br /&gt;Dihadapan mata jiwa ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika, itu,&lt;br /&gt;Aku memahami,&lt;br /&gt;Dunia hanyalah sekadar illusi,&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang ada,&lt;br /&gt;Esok tiada,&lt;br /&gt;apa yang berdiri,&lt;br /&gt;esok kan pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunia adalah sekadar pelabuhan,&lt;br /&gt;Tempat kau dan aku,&lt;br /&gt;Melayari bahtera masa,&lt;br /&gt;Mencari kebahagiaan seketika,&lt;br /&gt;Tempat menunggu waktu,&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum di panggil pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunia sekadar pelabuhan,&lt;br /&gt;Tempat kau dan aku berlayar,&lt;br /&gt;Berhenti sedetik,&lt;br /&gt;Berhenti seketika,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi akhirnya akan kembali jua,&lt;br /&gt;Ke Tuhan yang Maha Esa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLEH :- STEPHANIE MELINDA GOMES&lt;/span&gt; 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