<?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-3541408786679495591</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:49:19.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Real Life</title><subtitle type='html'>people cannot live isolated, as we live in the same world so making friends is nature</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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-3541408786679495591.post-6611298482314146244</id><published>2008-07-12T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:08:55.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Happens Again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the 13th of May, I and my very old friends since high school had made a very simple party at one of my friend’s house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It’s a very perfect party quite simple but very funny because most of my old friends came to join that party. In the morning we went to the market, guess what? I’m the one who went to market with other three friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve a bit of confession; I’m not really good at cooking or buying things at market, not at all!!! We’ve a lot of fun at market because of the sharing money for the whole party is not much that’s why we have to haggle over the price with the sellers again and again till those sellers got boring. When we back to the party place, we divided into group, some deal with the meats, some with vegetables and some washing… There’re a lot of foods, somehow, that wasn’t enough to feed us, we’re cooking and eating at the same time; besides, we’re also struggled over the foods, that happen every times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the important thing is not about food, it’s about our meeting, I mean we can see each other again after two years of graduation. After eating, everyone seemed so full especially Longdy and Robin! We relaxed for a few minutes then started playing card, hmmm not truly playing card in fact we used card to predict our future. The owner of the house, Setha, is the fortune teller! I don’t know if her prediction was real or not, but everyone seems curious to know about it including me… Each of us predicted about our studies, our families and our lovers… ha ha ha that’s so funny, we play it since the rain started falling down till it stopped falling! I think we came back home at 6 in the evening, that night I’ve a very nice sleep because I’m so tired and have a lot of fun…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhxh4X9XzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/j4erVTuUiec/s1600-h/DSC02353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222048594818588466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhxh4X9XzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/j4erVTuUiec/s320/DSC02353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buddha with thousand hands, amazing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhwYZsdsHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kKLlCpg3Yl4/s1600-h/DSC02352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222047332452642930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhwYZsdsHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kKLlCpg3Yl4/s320/DSC02352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, this is ALIEN!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhvmLtJITI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mrd0o11P6G4/s1600-h/DSC02339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222046469703934258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhvmLtJITI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mrd0o11P6G4/s320/DSC02339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; such a very style group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhuIKOFJlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AJmRk8_tXMQ/s1600-h/DSC02329.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhuIKOFJlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AJmRk8_tXMQ/s1600-h/DSC02329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222044854397511250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhuIKOFJlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AJmRk8_tXMQ/s320/DSC02329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is secretly taken while everyone is focus on the prediction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhs3E7A9VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lOdk5YA6htA/s1600-h/DSC02327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222043461405963602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhs3E7A9VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lOdk5YA6htA/s320/DSC02327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fortune tellers group!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhr38P1jrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GFTdjb7AQP0/s1600-h/DSC02319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222042376745619122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhr38P1jrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GFTdjb7AQP0/s320/DSC02319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, the cook with phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhqgNtf-cI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uZUFlIHRC3o/s1600-h/DSC02304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222040869604948418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhqgNtf-cI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uZUFlIHRC3o/s320/DSC02304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we all in this together:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhpWNmMRRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yNAtfC2NEMo/s1600-h/DSC02300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222039598263977234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhpWNmMRRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yNAtfC2NEMo/s320/DSC02300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my buddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhnz-ZrU0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0G8mVOr11lA/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222037910557774658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhnz-ZrU0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0G8mVOr11lA/s320/DSC02298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two Best Cooks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3541408786679495591-6611298482314146244?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/6611298482314146244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=6611298482314146244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/6611298482314146244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/6611298482314146244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6611298482314146244' title='It Happens Again!!!'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhxh4X9XzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/j4erVTuUiec/s72-c/DSC02353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-5443722537244178780</id><published>2008-07-11T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:15:20.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At my girl’s engagement ceremony!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the 18th of March, my friend, Nita, had celebrated her birthday and her engagement in one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the leaving of Moon, we’ve been upset and everyone seems quiet for a while. Luckily Nita, the daughter of the commissioner general, invited us to her engagement in the morning and her birthday in the evening. Well, it’s so fantastic because the party is so happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her house is big and nice and there’re a lot of people, most of them are rich people. There’s a concert with a lot of super stars and the food is so delicious, it feels like I’m one of the high-class person among them. We share some money together and buy her two big teddy bears and I hope she loves this present. Anyway my close friend, Ratanak, had win a lucky draw in that party ten dollars, it’s so amazing; we stay there till 9pm then come back home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHh1c61v-sI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xpWD63nMxN8/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222052907627576002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHh1c61v-sI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xpWD63nMxN8/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Party in the evening, so cool!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHh0LVXsH4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Y7aOReyk9TY/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222051505999978370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHh0LVXsH4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Y7aOReyk9TY/s320/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and the other friends with presents!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhl3H7y0PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/851GXazE9Xo/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222035765633143026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhl3H7y0PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/851GXazE9Xo/s320/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhkPLUikDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P40yOqDZYjI/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222033979835846706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhkPLUikDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P40yOqDZYjI/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the guys... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhiVssZdCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/C5qenPP8Lww/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222031892850242594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhiVssZdCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/C5qenPP8Lww/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cool friends :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHcfmXoKRmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ub5dKiHqhn4/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221677036997330530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHcfmXoKRmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ub5dKiHqhn4/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muyly, me, Vimol and her boy, Hong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHcd7GaR7iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IPHrtRg2CL4/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221675194129706530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHcd7GaR7iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IPHrtRg2CL4/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The couple in the engagement ceremony!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3541408786679495591-5443722537244178780?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/5443722537244178780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=5443722537244178780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/5443722537244178780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/5443722537244178780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5443722537244178780' title='At my girl’s engagement ceremony!'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHh1c61v-sI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xpWD63nMxN8/s72-c/DSC00177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-7225489731368197797</id><published>2008-07-11T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:10:40.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an old memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhe2BSHD-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/bxOGm0jtxj8/s1600-h/DSC04081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222028050086432738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhe2BSHD-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/bxOGm0jtxj8/s320/DSC04081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Together as one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhdxRuQDfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RwP0S9it6O8/s1600-h/DSC04062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222026869088456178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhdxRuQDfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RwP0S9it6O8/s320/DSC04062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's cheer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhdBhPEn3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/OOq2XC8i5Gw/s1600-h/DSC04048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222026048618930034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhdBhPEn3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/OOq2XC8i5Gw/s320/DSC04048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're eating in the house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhcWQesFjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VpLLdP7LUXk/s1600-h/DSC04064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222025305386653234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhcWQesFjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VpLLdP7LUXk/s320/DSC04064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poos guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhbwaRYzPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fNcAwO46uNc/s1600-h/DSC04053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222024655180188914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhbwaRYzPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fNcAwO46uNc/s320/DSC04053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are starving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhbClXw5wI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Mg37zYcdMAE/s1600-h/DSC04014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222023867885741826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhbClXw5wI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Mg37zYcdMAE/s320/DSC04014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhaXeLilNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vIMO-vYLGUk/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222023127221048530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhaXeLilNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vIMO-vYLGUk/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of foods here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhaDuah7kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kcAmVS25cuQ/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022787981504066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhaDuah7kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kcAmVS25cuQ/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beef seems raw! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhZwGVk5yI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TWGXPvqD_rM/s1600-h/DSC04030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022450805794594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhZwGVk5yI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TWGXPvqD_rM/s320/DSC04030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken grilled with coke, yummy!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhXnwcGcSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3eT-iB1oLEM/s1600-h/DSC04068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222020108465369378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhXnwcGcSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3eT-iB1oLEM/s320/DSC04068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guy I mention, daramoon, on the tiny motor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the 8th of March 2008, I and my friends who study at PUC together had celebrated one party for one of my sweet friend, daramoon, before he leaves us forever. Moon is such a cool friend and a cute guy; he’s an honest friend with such a good attitude, and he’s been helping me a lot since he studied with me. Although, he has a high-class family he never treated friends unequal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In fact we have a lot of fun when we study with each other. His family sends him to study in the United States, we’re so sad about this new; however, we’re also happy about that, too, because it’s for his own good and at least he’ll have a bright future. This party is made for him, and it’s the very last time that we can have fun with him. We’re cooking and laughing, we’re eating and chatting at the same time, I’ll never forget this wonderful time, and I’d taking a lot of pictures just to look at them whenever I miss him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The day he left, tears fall from behind our eyes, but we couldn’t cry out loud and that’s the hardest thing to do, I know he felt the same way, too. Actually, 4 months has past already yet I still feel like it was only yesterday. Since, I was really busy with the damn final exams from both universities I can’t take my eyes off of the books, only today I seem to have a little space to think and write about what happened in the last four months, and these pictures show our activities in that party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d8e36fd1d3fd7c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08d8e36fd1d3fd7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331650383%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C35007061EC772D9DB35F1ED4676910CE846E74.5ED4DA3879F0BDD4F538CA4952861BBE74296DB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d8e36fd1d3fd7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBlGgq5hFDCknDXgqBU60aSbBzrw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08d8e36fd1d3fd7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331650383%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C35007061EC772D9DB35F1ED4676910CE846E74.5ED4DA3879F0BDD4F538CA4952861BBE74296DB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d8e36fd1d3fd7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBlGgq5hFDCknDXgqBU60aSbBzrw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/3541408786679495591-7225489731368197797?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8d8e36fd1d3fd7c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/7225489731368197797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=7225489731368197797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/7225489731368197797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/7225489731368197797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7225489731368197797' title='Just an old memory'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/SHhe2BSHD-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/bxOGm0jtxj8/s72-c/DSC04081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-6426217513960330771</id><published>2008-01-07T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:27:49.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR DAY (01 Jan 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4Hjr2JnB6I/AAAAAAAAADo/8-cIA_Z5VsQ/s1600-h/01012008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152649791098259362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4Hjr2JnB6I/AAAAAAAAADo/8-cIA_Z5VsQ/s320/01012008%28008%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all in this together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4HjFGJnB5I/AAAAAAAAADg/OFYuIb0DJXo/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152649125378328466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4HjFGJnB5I/AAAAAAAAADg/OFYuIb0DJXo/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our delicious food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4HiUWJnB4I/AAAAAAAAADY/DsnEr96aJ3o/s1600-h/DSC00294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152648287859705730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4HiUWJnB4I/AAAAAAAAADY/DsnEr96aJ3o/s320/DSC00294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasy(Longdi's brother)!looks like yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4Hh8GJnB3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/S5-w6UeemlI/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152647871247878002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4Hh8GJnB3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/S5-w6UeemlI/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longdi enjoys the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4HhfmJnB2I/AAAAAAAAADI/zLZ6BBuzrX0/s1600-h/DSC00285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152647381621606242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4HhfmJnB2I/AAAAAAAAADI/zLZ6BBuzrX0/s320/DSC00285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Setha, Neth and this is our cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4Hgx2JnB1I/AAAAAAAAADA/E0JiEicoM1A/s1600-h/DSC00293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152646595642591058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4Hgx2JnB1I/AAAAAAAAADA/E0JiEicoM1A/s320/DSC00293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Me, eating a birthday cake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s the New Year day (2007-2008); actually I got a party at my friend’s house (Huong’s house). We got a lot of foods like Barbecue (we do it with beef, seafood, chicken), can’t imagine the taste cos it’s pretty good (even we’re too young to experience bout mixing the spices). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, I feel so bored cos I’m not good at cooking, not at all, and we have to do a lot of things, but after everything is ready for eat I feel great and enjoy eating (tell the truth I’m definitely feel full)! Then the most surprising things happen, guess what? My old friends bring me a birthday cake (it’s made of chocolate and cream), it’s totally got a good taste (it’s made from Huong’s bakery), and it was the most exciting moment to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In fact, it’s not only my birthday but my other two friends (Setha, Neth) cos we’re born with the same month (December), so we celebrated the whole Birthday party together, how lucky we are? We had a lot of fun, we disputed over for the cake, we took those funny pictures, ha ha so cool! I always feel really happy when I be with friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-65170b4d9436267b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D65170b4d9436267b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331650383%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D88885BA8EA56DDBEF98D549706B33C25544FD9B.51CB0425C2170B2F5D69CC795937950E80A4A486%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D65170b4d9436267b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEBa4a4lIFwTCQyq5f-72Q4z-DYM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D65170b4d9436267b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331650383%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D88885BA8EA56DDBEF98D549706B33C25544FD9B.51CB0425C2170B2F5D69CC795937950E80A4A486%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D65170b4d9436267b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEBa4a4lIFwTCQyq5f-72Q4z-DYM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-6426217513960330771?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=65170b4d9436267b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/6426217513960330771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=6426217513960330771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/6426217513960330771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/6426217513960330771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6426217513960330771' title='NEW YEAR DAY (01 Jan 2007)'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R4Hjr2JnB6I/AAAAAAAAADo/8-cIA_Z5VsQ/s72-c/01012008%28008%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-7029227460887031342</id><published>2008-01-02T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:22:28.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Day at NUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R3xFkGJnBzI/AAAAAAAAACw/ku15usyXMf0/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151068560233531186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R3xFkGJnBzI/AAAAAAAAACw/ku15usyXMf0/s200/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the picture of us in front of class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R3xFAWJnByI/AAAAAAAAACo/i-Ie9QWJbqM/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151067946053207842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R3xFAWJnByI/AAAAAAAAACo/i-Ie9QWJbqM/s200/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friends and me in class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R3xEWWJnBxI/AAAAAAAAACg/UCcQEpqFp6k/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151067224498702098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R3xEWWJnBxI/AAAAAAAAACg/UCcQEpqFp6k/s200/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Collection of gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are some amazing things happen around this whole month after my worst birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, I’m gonna talk about my Christmas day at my university call NUM; I thought it was the lonely day cos I’ve already post bout my loneliness feeling in my blog, but unfortunately it was a happy day that I didn’t feel for two years. Not only my 5 girls and 1 boy that I know for sure in the class but the entire students in my class, they join us by buying their own gifts (some took from homes, some try to buy immediately at school) and bring it to the classroom in order to celebrate the exchanging gifts party!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before we started the celebrity, we enjoyed some snack, we sang English and Khmer popular songs, we danced; we played Cambodian popular games (call SDACH CHONG), we did the things together, oh so amazing, we were laughing, I couldn't imagine, these guys are so cool, then we exchanged the gifts, guess what I got? I got one note book; it’s not bad, useful!!! After the party I took some cool crazy pictures with my girls, ha ha so cute!! What a cool Christmas???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3541408786679495591-7029227460887031342?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/7029227460887031342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=7029227460887031342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/7029227460887031342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/7029227460887031342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7029227460887031342' title='My Christmas Day at NUM'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R3xFkGJnBzI/AAAAAAAAACw/ku15usyXMf0/s72-c/DSC00241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-3589311674600935264</id><published>2007-12-23T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:13:44.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R28O5kaCDXI/AAAAAAAAACM/b77cyxSll3Y/s1600-h/arttree.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147349281295961458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R28O5kaCDXI/AAAAAAAAACM/b77cyxSll3Y/s320/arttree.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;Today is such a boring day!!! I've over 10 days off from PUC for Christmas!!!Nothing to do, and some bad stuffs always happen, especially at NUM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;My teachers at NUM teach a very uninterested lessons and a hopeless examinations. My life is spinning around like the whole world is spinning too, a stupid mind always come to me and i really feel all alone. This Christmas will be a lonely time for me, it'll never ever be like high school. In high school i can have fun with friends but in College it's difficult to find friends in order to have fun, bad enought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;I know some of my old friends won't feel like me because they may find some new friends, at least for walking accompany!For me, i can't find even one friend to walk with when i have to go down stair after finish class. People might think that I'm crazy, huh? Why do i have to care about friends?cuz friends are everywhere!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;For me, it's different, friends this time mean friends forever!!! And i don't know why i turnd out to be a lonely person like this cuz i used to be a very talkative girl during high school time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;I hope it just a stupid emotion, and it'll be vinish after this Christmas!!!&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/3541408786679495591-3589311674600935264?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/3589311674600935264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=3589311674600935264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/3589311674600935264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/3589311674600935264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3589311674600935264' title='!!!'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R28O5kaCDXI/AAAAAAAAACM/b77cyxSll3Y/s72-c/arttree.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-1285815443101676028</id><published>2007-11-21T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T18:04:42.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy water festival 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R0TjgN4kgkI/AAAAAAAAACE/iipiFqe82Ig/s1600-h/windowslivewriterupcomingwaterfestival2007-12e22rowingboatracing-thumb2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135479617731461698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R0TjgN4kgkI/AAAAAAAAACE/iipiFqe82Ig/s200/windowslivewriterupcomingwaterfestival2007-12e22rowingboatracing-thumb2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R0TjXN4kgjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/M6N_xAUk9kE/s1600-h/windowslivewriterupcomingwaterfestival2007-12e22rowingboatracing-thumb2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R0Tg5t4kgiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lPV4fcPwWSQ/s1600-h/windowslivewriterupcomingwaterfestival2007-12e22rowingboatracing1-thumb3[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135476757283242530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R0Tg5t4kgiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lPV4fcPwWSQ/s200/windowslivewriterupcomingwaterfestival2007-12e22rowingboatracing1-thumb3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's only two more days, guess what? it's water festival, the big ceremony festival in Cambodia! It always cebrates in November every year!I guess you guys know about the history of this festival! Anyway have you guy planning anything for this great holiday? IF not yet you should start from now cos its such a long vacation, you can meet old friends, chatting and talking, have a trip with family or friends and having some funs!For me i don't have a plan yet, but i'm sure that the most happy time is staying with friends, so i'm gonna spend this holidays with friends and my family!Oh one more thing i'm gonna spend this holidays with my books too, cos lots of assignments and the upcoming mid-term after BON OM TOUK!!!Wish you guys have a great time with s.o that you wanna be with!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3541408786679495591-1285815443101676028?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/1285815443101676028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=1285815443101676028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/1285815443101676028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/1285815443101676028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1285815443101676028' title='Enjoy water festival 2007'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/R0TjgN4kgkI/AAAAAAAAACE/iipiFqe82Ig/s72-c/windowslivewriterupcomingwaterfestival2007-12e22rowingboatracing-thumb2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-6364433197304132488</id><published>2007-11-21T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:16:52.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim Star-cell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;It's really amazing, i just know about the great promotion from star-cell company from my friend. You would say this company is crazy, but not at all cos it's only a kind of new promotion in order to attract customers. First we have to buy sim card(098) and then we can talk free everyday and night in three months, we can access internet to our mobile phone without paying money because the company will do it for us, we can play sms free with the same system, and we also recieve five dollors directly in our sim-card for calling to other system. Is it cool? I just bought one already, and i enjoy playing it.Most teenagers like this promotion too much, but be careful it also affects to our studying as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-6364433197304132488?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/6364433197304132488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=6364433197304132488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/6364433197304132488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/6364433197304132488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6364433197304132488' title='Sim Star-cell'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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-3541408786679495591.post-1892530768855032440</id><published>2007-11-21T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:30:21.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WONDER WHY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right now, my motor really causes me lots of problems. It’s always broke and I have to fix it so many times, maybe because it’s very old. I’ve used it since grade 12 and it’s pretty old ready when I bought it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talking bout my father, once I checked his laptop by accident and I realized that his salary is getting nearly one thousand dollars per month, so I decided to talk to him bout changing my motor. I swear to him that I’ll be the first top student in my class if he could only change my motor. In fact, I don’t want the modest motor as other teenagers; I just want a better one than nowadays. You know what? He said that when I finish school I should earn and buy it myself! I’m not a bad student at school, I study hard everyday, and I just wish I can have a better transportation so that I can study even better than now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really talk a lot at school but I can’t talk with him, I can’t solve it. When he talked to me, he said in English, he treated me as a foreign child. I don’t know what’s in his mind, he said I should do everything on my own; he doesn’t want to have responsibility. It’s unbelievable unless I’m not his daughter. I’ll do it on my own if I have enough strength. I won’t ask for money if I can work. There something else that I can’t tell, and it’s really make me feel that he doesn’t love me at all. I don’t want to talk bout mum cos she’s not related to this things. Silly of me to talk about my dad like that right? If you were me maybe you thought so. I just really feel all alone! It doesn’t matter; maybe I have to response everything on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-1892530768855032440?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/1892530768855032440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=1892530768855032440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/1892530768855032440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/1892530768855032440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1892530768855032440' title='I WONDER WHY!!!'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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-3541408786679495591.post-6532370941490371128</id><published>2007-10-07T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:29:10.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FINAL TASK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s really amazing, once I was seating in the class of introduction to statistic, and then I heard the teacher call my name and my friend’s name from outside. First I was afraid, but then I realized that both I and my friend have top score, so we’re chosen to take a scholarship exam to Korea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s a kind of Master Degree scholarship; the school needs only two students from Management field, but there are five students that compete thus its very difficult for me because the other students are in the fourth year. My dad said it must be a really hard competition; however, I have to try my best and show my ability. Moreover, my friend also said that I have to cross the finger and kick the others ass. It’s quite funny, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The test is about one important essay related to our society, and I wrote it almost four pages. I have a bit hope because the scholarship department will look into my transcript since semester one, and I didn’t have a good grade in semester one. Though, I never give up hope because it’s my final task, I know that my friends will always on my side and help me every time. Now I’ve submitted everything to the department, so what I’m doing now is look forward the result; it doesn’t matter if it is the bad result cos it’s not the first time that I got bad news. However, I wish I can receive good news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-6532370941490371128?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/6532370941490371128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=6532370941490371128' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/6532370941490371128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/6532370941490371128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6532370941490371128' title='MY FINAL TASK'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-5992350274280102859</id><published>2007-09-22T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:41:17.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY GUYS ENJOY MY SONG AND LYRICS</title><content type='html'>THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE BY JESSE MCCARTNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Woke up around a half past ten&lt;br /&gt;Can’t believe that I’m late again&lt;br /&gt;Put down about a quart of caffine&lt;br /&gt;To start my pulse and then&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my jeans off the floor and I hit the door,&lt;br /&gt;Just the same old same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes to show&lt;br /&gt;You never know&lt;br /&gt;When everything’s about to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day&lt;br /&gt;Started out like any other&lt;br /&gt;Just another girl who took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned around&lt;br /&gt;She took me down&lt;br /&gt;Just another day that I ....&lt;br /&gt;Had the best day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t say exactly what it was&lt;br /&gt;She’s not the usual type&lt;br /&gt;She wore a cowboy hat&lt;br /&gt;With her red Prada boots&lt;br /&gt;And a Gwen Stefani smile&lt;br /&gt;Then she pulled out a pen and surprised me when&lt;br /&gt;She wrote her number on my hand&lt;br /&gt;Then she was gone,&lt;br /&gt;But from now on&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna be a different man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day&lt;br /&gt;Started out like any other&lt;br /&gt;Just another girl who took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned around&lt;br /&gt;She took me down&lt;br /&gt;Just another day that I ...&lt;br /&gt;Had the best day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it goes to show&lt;br /&gt;You never really know&lt;br /&gt;When everything’s about to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day&lt;br /&gt;Started out like any other&lt;br /&gt;Just another girl who took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned around&lt;br /&gt;She took me down&lt;br /&gt;Just another day that I ...&lt;br /&gt;Had the best day of my life [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thanks to volcomgirl-101@cox.net for these lyrics]&lt;br /&gt;[Thanks to LittleBumbleBee03@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ www.azlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" width="328" height="94" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/98f6b7cf-b613-4c6b-b3da-412cfb6e1bf3&amp;amp;theName=Jesse McCartney - Best Day Of My Life&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="PADDING-LEFT: 2px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/Ru34evVGUTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/njEutgNSyhQ/s400/sleepingdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LADY!TIME TO EAT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-4417763917215525107?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/4417763917215525107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=4417763917215525107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/4417763917215525107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/4417763917215525107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4417763917215525107' title='FUNNY PICTURES'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/Ru34evVGUTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/njEutgNSyhQ/s72-c/sleepingdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-8655249249906705683</id><published>2007-09-16T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T18:43:48.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/RvXEne9GdPI/AAAAAAAAABU/wQFwO_JEEJI/s1600-h/cooldog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113209134552347890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/RvXEne9GdPI/AAAAAAAAABU/wQFwO_JEEJI/s400/cooldog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;COOL GUY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/RvXCrO9GdNI/AAAAAAAAABE/84SzfEKaV1c/s1600-h/funny_pixorseptez_012[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113206999953601746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/RvXCrO9GdNI/AAAAAAAAABE/84SzfEKaV1c/s400/funny_pixorseptez_012%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING GUY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/Ru33yfVGUSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9cf6iN7PSbk/s1600-h/image009[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111013598910894370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/Ru33yfVGUSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9cf6iN7PSbk/s400/image009%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-8655249249906705683?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/8655249249906705683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=8655249249906705683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/8655249249906705683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/8655249249906705683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8655249249906705683' title=''/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/RvXEne9GdPI/AAAAAAAAABU/wQFwO_JEEJI/s72-c/cooldog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-2686107065729113692</id><published>2007-09-16T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:34:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111010373390455026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/Ru302vVGUPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/__505lprm-c/s400/hang+on+guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Hang on guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-2686107065729113692?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/2686107065729113692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=2686107065729113692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/2686107065729113692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/2686107065729113692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2686107065729113692' title='FUNNY PHOTOS'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/Ru302vVGUPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/__505lprm-c/s72-c/hang+on+guys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-5302836464679760780</id><published>2007-09-16T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:50:20.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SPECIAL TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don’t remember exactly the day that RONAN KEATING had a concert in Cambodia, but according to this image told me that it’s on MAY… I and my friend had a very wonderful time cuz we can join t&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/RvXISO9GdRI/AAAAAAAAABk/aXgZ2t3vzH8/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113213167526638866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/RvXISO9GdRI/AAAAAAAAABk/aXgZ2t3vzH8/s200/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hat big concert with international singer, colorful lights, and great music instruments…&lt;br /&gt;Most people sang and danced like me and my friend as well, i really really can’t forget this best occasion!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here my friend and me took a photo &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113214842563884322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/RvXJzu9GdSI/AAAAAAAAABs/dhZc5ztgwhM/s200/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;at the end of the concert!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-5302836464679760780?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/5302836464679760780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=5302836464679760780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/5302836464679760780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/5302836464679760780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5302836464679760780' title='MY SPECIAL TIME'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8h4dzJVmK1Y/RvXISO9GdRI/AAAAAAAAABk/aXgZ2t3vzH8/s72-c/DSC00598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541408786679495591.post-4617801757372949841</id><published>2007-09-16T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:20:45.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRANGER IN ME AFTER HIGH SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wanna ask is there something strange inside me? And I think even my friends seem can’t recognize me and don’t know what’s the differences? In high school I usually talk much with friends especially when I and my group of friends study at JEYTHAVY! Now I just feel that I seem talk less in class or never talk with somebody sometimes cuz I only talk with few people that I know and I often ignore the whole classmates. Some people might think that I’m a kind of arrogant, but I didn’t mean to act like that at all, I just lose my old characteristics because I lose my old friends. However, when I meet my old friends my old talkative behavior always come back. So now I try to talk in class a little bit more in order to find some more friends or I’ll be living alone with no friends to speak with… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-4617801757372949841?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/4617801757372949841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=4617801757372949841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/4617801757372949841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/4617801757372949841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4617801757372949841' title='STRANGER IN ME AFTER HIGH SCHOOL'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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-3541408786679495591.post-410973631692889240</id><published>2007-09-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:22:22.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW FRIENDS AT SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s been a very long vacation since August. This Tuesday 18th I’ll start school at Pannasastra (PUC) again after ten days off for vacation, I feel so boring because this school always gives me a very hard time with lots of work plus many readings, and I’ve been start school at NUM for maybe over one week ready, and everything goes smooth without difficult subjects. It’s been one year pass since I start my new life at the University, but everything still seems the same cuz I still feel that I’m a new person in a new place or I can say new universe full of the sea of people that I never knew… At PUC I choose English Literature (for Business) field and it’s a bit hard, by the way. Nowadays, I’ve only two close friends that I know from my old first-year class, one is a very hard-working girl and another one is a very charming-boy cuz he has a lot of girl friends, both of them accompany with me everyday and everywhere. I don’t wanna mention their names, and I don’t care whoever they’re or what manner they've got as long as they’re my good friends then I can feel safe inside. Talk about NUM, I’ve got few girls maybe four or five girls and one guy(my old classmate in high school) as my friends, we’re not really close friends but at least we seat near each other, can talk, can play, make a little fun, and talk about lessons sometimes. You might wonder why I’ve got so less friends? Or maybe in my class has less people? Not at all, my class has over 60 students, but I seem can’t find real friends, and difficult to contact with others. Sometimes, I never talk at all with someone I never know and not always the first one who start talking with others!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-410973631692889240?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/410973631692889240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=410973631692889240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/410973631692889240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/410973631692889240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#410973631692889240' title='MY NEW FRIENDS AT SCHOOL'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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-3541408786679495591.post-5104645678194176096</id><published>2007-09-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:55:26.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FEELING TOWARDS MY OLD FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been such a very difficult time to start school!!!I don't like school but there's nowhere else better like school because i have some friends that make me feel happy!New University is like new life, i've meet a lot of people; they're good friends and hard-workind people, but i just feel it does not the same as what i face... High school is the most favourite time that i love if i had a car like "Back To The Future" film, i'll drive back to the past n enjoy it again, but that's impossible cos it's just my imagination a lone... Though now we study a way from each others, but i still miss my old friends, remember them and i hope they feel the same way as me... However, we still meet each other so often on holidays and make some funs... In high school i had my group of friends that we walked and studied together, we do everthings together, and it's quited funny... Twice or several times we go to Kirirom or Kompong Som and have a trip with each other, remember that time makes me wanna laugh out loud... Life in high school is not always happy all the time cos we had a very hard BaccII exam that we had to face... and the result came out with good and bad result... so there's a lot of problems that we had to admit!!! Now our lives become as pretty usual, and though we study different places but we still have a funny time like last few weeks, me and my friends just have a party at one of my friend's house, Robin, and we were really happy with some of my friends jokes... Moreover we also played cards, sang a song, cooked, and ate together... Unfortunately i didn't have a picture of that party... :-(!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-5104645678194176096?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/5104645678194176096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=5104645678194176096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/5104645678194176096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/5104645678194176096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5104645678194176096' title='MY FEELING TOWARDS MY OLD FRIENDS'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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-3541408786679495591.post-8675626541348243997</id><published>2007-09-02T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:23:27.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My name is Lim Lina, I'm 18 years old, I'm a college student at two University (PUC and NUM) i feel very excited to find out about how to create blog, and it was by chance when i attended the conferent of my University and they taught how to create blog... U know? sometimes it's hard for me to express my feelings to somebody when there's something i wanna show, so it would help me to write bout my feelings through my blog whenever i wanna say something, and through my good and bad feelings i hope friends can help me by comments or contact me through my mail... In the end i would like to say that i love friend and enjoy this life since i met a lot of good friends in high school, friendship is never end though my life is not in this world anymore, I'll remember this precious friendship forever, and i know that good friends are everywhere so i wish to meet some more good friends soon, and hope everybody enjoy my blog....:-)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541408786679495591-8675626541348243997?l=limlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/feeds/8675626541348243997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3541408786679495591&amp;postID=8675626541348243997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/8675626541348243997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541408786679495591/posts/default/8675626541348243997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limlina.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8675626541348243997' title='MY WORDS'/><author><name>Lim Lina</name><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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
