<?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-32176335</id><updated>2011-09-14T08:25:39.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>***Truly me***</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-9210930602547069537</id><published>2008-03-05T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T05:53:08.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying ppl!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely hate when ppl suspect something, then they go and try to decipher whatever it is that they suspect and in the process do stupid things then the first thing that comes to them they assume is the right answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's so annoying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean who told you u were right? No one! But u still go around telling the whole world u figured out the mystery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-9210930602547069537?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9210930602547069537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=9210930602547069537&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/9210930602547069537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/9210930602547069537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2008/03/annoying-ppl.html' title='Annoying ppl!'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-4025027365584451892</id><published>2007-09-10T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:37:10.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, friendship and boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently everyone has been asking me about my perspective on whether there are boundaries between ' love and friendship' so i'm gonna answer the question once and for all...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that every relationship has its boundaries. The reason being to ensure that no one goes overbored and crosses the line. Love and Friendship is something that i believe overlaps. U can love in a friendship and there SHOULD be friendship when it comes to love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two people can be the best of friends and still Love each other without crossing the boundaries of a friendship. You might ask what boundaries are those. well, when the lines in your relationship have become blured I say you've pretty much crossed the boundaries. I'm not gonna go into the details of it cause I'll probably end up writting a book =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshie says i'm not living in reality every time i tell him this but I truly believe with all my heart that this kind of friendship is possible. i call it the "lucas and haylie" friendship. (go watch one tree hill) these two people are as close as ever. they love each other completely yet they never crossed the lines in their friendship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for love, Like I said earlier there should be Friendship. I say this cause Friendship is one of the strongest if not the stongest bond of all relationships. With friends we try our very best not to offend each other we try and accomodate each other as well as be patient with one another. We behave more civilised arguing with our friends than when arguing with our siblings or significant other. We learn to respect each others privacy and not intefere where we're not wanted. All these are the most important fundamentals in any relationship and we learn it all from being friends. And so In love, if we can't be friends there's no point in it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the word Girlfriend or Boyfriends for example. Two people start out as friends and then their feelings for each other grow deeper and they become a couple. the title changes a little but the word friend still remains in it. These people started out knowing each other as friends and fell in love with the friend that the other person was. If one or the other took a 180 degree change the moment they became a couple the relationship would be pointless cause that person is no longer the person that he or she fell in love with. Because basically they fell in love with their friend. Yes, the level n the relationship may change but the friedship will always have to remain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So my answer is yes there are boundaries. as a couple u continue to respect each other as friends. You don not go crossing the lines as when you feel like it. And as firends U do not cross the boundaries of BEhaving like a Couple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-4025027365584451892?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4025027365584451892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=4025027365584451892&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/4025027365584451892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/4025027365584451892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-friendship-and-boundaries.html' title='Love, friendship and boundaries'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-5548507665095902978</id><published>2007-07-28T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:38:36.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;As promised I'm here to tell you about my travels =) Well If you do not know, I went to Bali on the 2nd of July. My flight was at 4 something in the evening and I reached BAli 3 hours later. We were there for 6 days and 5 nights. Sun, Sand, surf, Hot sufers, good food, great bargains it was a true Holiday destination. The immaculate scenery sparked in me ( the pro city girl) a small desire to give up city life and juz retire in Paradise =p &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On our first day there we juz had dinner and went to bed as we were all very tired. The next morning we woke up bright and early. The sun rises at 6 in the morn and we were up at 7. It felt like it was 10 a.m though cause the sun is so bright. so we had breakfast and then spent the day doing some shopping and visiting the beach. We had a difficult time shopping the first day though cause of the currency conversion. 1 ringgit is equivalent to 2600 rupiah so every time you we tried to bargain and stuff we would get confused. But it was kinda fun. We also visited a temple (most people in bali are hindu's) the Carvings were so cool!!! I mean the whole building was carved to the point where even the most minute detail captured ur attention. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                                           &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RqsX4QUlK2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eliJNcz0ebU/s1600-h/bali+(335).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092190058893880162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RqsX4QUlK2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eliJNcz0ebU/s320/bali+(335).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                         The Temple (near Kuta Beach) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                                           &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RqsZFQUlK3I/AAAAAAAAABE/Sd0Na0o8ayM/s1600-h/bali+(339).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092191381743807346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RqsZFQUlK3I/AAAAAAAAABE/Sd0Na0o8ayM/s320/bali+(339).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beautiful door was hand painted and every detail Put toghether one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over the next couple of days we went on a tour and visited many places. We went up to the KIntamani Volcano in Ubud it was a beautiful sight although not very clear. It was a little difficult to get an extremely clear view of the volcano from where we were cause it was starting to rain and it was very misty up there. The tour Guide said it was unfortunate for the bad weather, if not we could have seen the sun setting. Nevertheless it was spectacular. Oh, we also met a true mountain man up there. He was an elder from one of the villages near the volcano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RqsbvgUlK4I/AAAAAAAAABM/X2yv9H0yWeo/s1600-h/bali+(403).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092194306616535938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RqsbvgUlK4I/AAAAAAAAABM/X2yv9H0yWeo/s320/bali+(403).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kintamani Volcano. (the Peak Can't be sen due to the Fog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq35pgUlK5I/AAAAAAAAABU/sqGMogBGfVA/s1600-h/bali+(416).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093001245072108434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq35pgUlK5I/AAAAAAAAABU/sqGMogBGfVA/s320/bali+(416).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becky and me with Datuk Panglima Lawae &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(this guys name reminded me of my history text book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We also visited A lake. If I remember correctly it's called the Black Lake. We wre in Bali at the time when traditional festivities were about to take place, so due to that we were not able to go right down to the lake however the tour guide got us as close as possible. THe lake was gorgeous. The colours so spectacular it made you smile. IT's hard to explain but all i can say is it felt like at that moment life was so simple and beautiful and nothing could make you feel any happier at that point. It was truly a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq36zAUlK6I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZJM90UlGs8I/s1600-h/bali+(424).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093002507792493474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq36zAUlK6I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZJM90UlGs8I/s320/bali+(424).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The black Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our next visit was to the Holy Spring waters. It was located in a Temple on the way down from Ubud. This place also had raeally cool architecture and there was this sort of 'lava' thing in a middle of a pond, well not exactly but something like that and the water was juz crystal clear with the lava thing right in the middle. it was Black in colour and it was bubbling. and around it was something like seaweed which was a a shadwe of deep emerald green. It was Spectacular!! I've never seen anything cooler in my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq3_ZgUlK-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Rcoat5EwA3w/s1600-h/bali+(468).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093007567263968226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq3_ZgUlK-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Rcoat5EwA3w/s320/bali+(468).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See that Black stuff in the middle...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's the cool lava looking thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaches.... I have to say that Bali Truly has a few of the most Beutiful beaches. It's absolutely Gorgeous. Soft White sand.....clear Blue sea.....Fantastic waves....it's Paradise!!! I'm not kidding U could juz lie there the whole day and not realize a whole day has gone by. The sun rises as early as 6 in the morning and sets by about 5.30 in the evening. My advice is to sit on the beach to watch both. It is a spectacular sight which should not be missed! Also if Your a surfer This is the place to visit. It's one of the hottest spots for surfing. the waves are so strong and so huge it's unbelivable. Even if your not one for sports You'll want to learn how to surf once you visit the beach. Trust me I was one of them. yes me the girl who hates the hot suun, and does not do any kind of sport whatsoever went surfing. I'm not kidding! I have proof =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq3_1AUlK_I/AAAAAAAAACE/ZAW9LvAwPWM/s1600-h/bali+(516).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093008039710370802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq3_1AUlK_I/AAAAAAAAACE/ZAW9LvAwPWM/s320/bali+(516).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My surfer girl shot (that's really me k?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosh this post sounds like I'm promoting Bali. Oh well, Guess I am. It's truly a wonderful place to visit. It's got great shopping, good food, Extremely creative people who are welcoming and friendly. though not a very rich group of people, The balinese make the most out of everything they have. If you ever get the opprtunity, visit Bali, it's awesome!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some other pictures...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq37bwUlK7I/AAAAAAAAABk/sBC2Mhh2EoE/s1600-h/bali+(399).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093003207872162738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq37bwUlK7I/AAAAAAAAABk/sBC2Mhh2EoE/s320/bali+(399).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rice paddy Fields...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq376QUlK8I/AAAAAAAAABs/ixavCxTbdn4/s1600-h/bali+(400).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093003731858172866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq376QUlK8I/AAAAAAAAABs/ixavCxTbdn4/s320/bali+(400).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq38xgUlK9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/3JKGUaakJh0/s1600-h/bali+(389).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093004681045945298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rq38xgUlK9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/3JKGUaakJh0/s320/bali+(389).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sculpture of a Balinese Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K so that's for Bali will tell u bout Kuching next time =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Rosanne~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-5548507665095902978?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5548507665095902978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=5548507665095902978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/5548507665095902978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/5548507665095902978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/bali.html' title='Bali!'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RqsX4QUlK2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eliJNcz0ebU/s72-c/bali+(335).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-4591177399194081714</id><published>2007-07-22T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:51:30.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey! I know I said I was gonna keep my blog from being zombified and I appologise for not updating. But I've been busy travelling =) well it was juz Bali and Kuching but they were important trips k?? I promise to update in the next couple of days... Ciaoz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-4591177399194081714?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4591177399194081714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=4591177399194081714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/4591177399194081714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/4591177399194081714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/zombie.html' title='Zombie!!!'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-2642517573016316584</id><published>2007-06-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:30:27.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey!!! I'm here to ensure my Blog stays alive for good this time =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to put an earlier update about prom but was having so much fun going out with my friends everyday that I just didn't find the time. BUT Calvin did a wonderful job of covering all the events that happened at prom from Us getting ready to Me having tequila poured down my throat! so do go to his page and check out the story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Juz&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; recap of what happened the week after prom. Monday was spent Having breakfast with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yoeng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; and then Sending him off to the bus station. Though we were late and he kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;missed&lt;/span&gt; the bus and had to wait 2 hours for the next one. After we dropped him Off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thasya&lt;/span&gt;, Grace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CAlvin&lt;/span&gt; and I went back to the hotel and were chilling and being all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. Then we checked out around 2p.m. and we all went home to laze around. I spent Tuesday with Grace. We went for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;B'fast&lt;/span&gt; and then back to her place to Watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dvd's&lt;/span&gt;. Wednesday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Phaik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thien's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;B'day&lt;/span&gt; we all woke up like super duper early to take her out for Breakfast as she was only free before 11 a.m. So we had Breakfast and sang Happy Birthday super Loud in Asia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CAfe&lt;/span&gt;. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Thien&lt;/span&gt; cut her cake in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; scary way and made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;B'day&lt;/span&gt; speech. next we all went on a road trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yili's&lt;/span&gt; house. We had to go and check out where she lived as we were all going there for a picnic the next day. Just a piece of advice. DO NOT trust &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yili's&lt;/span&gt; Directions. For real! She'll ask u turn at the very last second when u almost past the exit. Calvin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ost&lt;/span&gt; crashed the car twice thanks to this crazy girl. so yes.... we chilled at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;yili'&lt;/span&gt;s place then we all left to go home about 2.30.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday was Picnic day!  we all woke up super duper early again to prepare stuff for the picnic. Grace, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ruey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Yng&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;yili's&lt;/span&gt; place together. We Got lost due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Yili's&lt;/span&gt; bad sense of directional skills again. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;concluded that&lt;/span&gt; she doesn't really know where her house is. So finally her mum had to drive out and direct us back to her place. [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;yili&lt;/span&gt; dear I still love u although u have bad directional skills  =) ] so We reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;yili's&lt;/span&gt; place and instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;havinc&lt;/span&gt; picnic at 8.30 like we planned we ended up starting at 10 as we were looking around the area for the right spot to have our pic&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;nic&lt;/span&gt;. We had so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; of food. Loads of sandwiches, fruits, Muffins, cake, danish and other stuff. It was a Great day. we had lots of fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; chilling and doing silly stuff together. Friday was supposed to be spent at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Faizun's&lt;/span&gt; Place but we didn't make it as many of us had plans at the last minute. ( we'll come by another time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;zun&lt;/span&gt;.Promise!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that was last week. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; this week it Was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Joshie's&lt;/span&gt; turn to Leave. he was going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;BAck&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt;. We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt; at 12 to the curve and then hang around there till about 4.30 then Leave to send him off to the airport. But that plan didn't work because Romeo over there decided that he'd pack on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; morning itself. Yes the day he was Leaving. so naturally all plans had to change. Packing finished at 2.15 so we met up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;fishy's&lt;/span&gt; place and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt; Parade for Lunch. We ate at Manhattan Fish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Market&lt;/span&gt; and then moved on for Dessert to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robbins. The Good thing was we still managed to leave for the airport at 4.30 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We left for the airport in 2 cars. Grace, T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;hasya&lt;/span&gt; and I in Grace's Car and Calvin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Joshie&lt;/span&gt; in Cal's car. The whole entire ride there and the night before I kept telling myself that i will be Very composed and not get all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Joshie&lt;/span&gt; Left. While in the Car, Grace, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Thasya&lt;/span&gt; and I were talking about how it sucks that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to say goodbyes and how nice it would be if only we could take the people we meet with us everywhere we go. that way there would be no Goodbyes. To add to the atmosphere every song on the Radio was Just one emo song after another. So yes anyway As we neared the airport &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Thasya&lt;/span&gt; was the first to loose composure but she managed to pull &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;herself&lt;/span&gt; together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; in time to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Joshie&lt;/span&gt; and go in to the airport. So we followed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Joshie&lt;/span&gt; and checked in his luggage. He ended up leaving all 5 boxes for Grace Calvin and I to Take back for him when we go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;kuching&lt;/span&gt; cause his luggage alone exceeded 15kg.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we waited for the time to come for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Joshie&lt;/span&gt; to board the plane I was slowly loosing composure. I kept telling myself that I'll be seeing him again in 2 weeks but it really wasn't helping.  Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;thasya&lt;/span&gt; told me she'll smack me if i lost  it and i manged to pull myself together.  well 6pm came very quickly and it was time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Joshie&lt;/span&gt; to board. As we Prayed for him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Memoreis&lt;/span&gt; of the times we all spent together filled my head and suddenly I couldn't imagine what my days would be like without my clown - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; friends. The time finally came for me to say Goodbye to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;joshie&lt;/span&gt; and i couldn't hold myself together much longer. I knew at that very moment that I'd miss him tremendously. so yes I did cry ( yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Josshie&lt;/span&gt; i miss u... now u can go brag about it). The ride home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;wass&lt;/span&gt; Pretty Silent Until I kind a Broke the silence By saying something which will only remain between Grace, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Thasya&lt;/span&gt; and Me. So after that We Managed to cheer up for a bit =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel that having to say Goodbye is the hardest most devastating thing that happens in life. It is worse than meeting an accident, loosing all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; money, or getting a horrible disease. Even when a Person falls sick with some terrible disease its not having the disease that hurts the most. Its having to say Goodbye to the People u love. It's the thought of not seeing them, talking to them, holding them. That's what hurts the most. This is why we should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Cherish&lt;/span&gt; every moment we have with our loved ones. appreciate them for who they are and never take the little things in life for granted. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here's to all my Family and friends. I truly love each and every one of you with all my heart. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; u for who u are and all you have done for me.  I love u guys so much!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Live life to its fullest and never regret a moment of it~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-2642517573016316584?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2642517573016316584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=2642517573016316584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/2642517573016316584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/2642517573016316584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-4693667947332703884</id><published>2007-06-17T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T08:55:48.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of another chapter......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.30 pm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June. as I sat at my desk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt; my Final exam paper to the examiner there was an unexplainable mixture of emotions bursting inside of me. There was extreme excitement knowing that I was finally done with the stress and anxiety of A-levels but then there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; heavy cloud a kind of emptiness and hollow feeling knowing that this 1 1/2 years have finally ended. Which meant that there were many Goodbyes waiting to be said. People whom u saw everyday and hung out with doing silly things, were now friends u were gonna have to call and make a date to meet up with. The last day of college became a reality....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nevertheless I pulled myself together and got ready to go grocery shopping with Calvin, Grace and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thasya&lt;/span&gt;. Yes I went grocery shopping with the 3 other clowns to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;carrefour&lt;/span&gt;. we needed to get supplies for the Barbecue we were having at my place later that evening. So yes we went Grocery shopping looked like a couple of clowns and Grace managed to scare of a girl who was buying Tomatoes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we got back to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; and grace and I started preparing stuff. Boiling potatoes, cleaning chicken, marinating sausages then Anya brought Josh, Jolynn, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yoeng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; and they also started to do stuff. Anya made Salad, Y&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oeng&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; Josh poked holes in the Lamb oh and they Peeled Potatoes. I have to say I was quite Impressed. Also they managed to start a fire. it's the first barbecue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had with friends where the guys actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt; in starting a fire. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Teluk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt; do teach u a few Good Things =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well the Barbecue turned out well. we had lots of fun grilling meat, and killing a few in the process but it was all good. It was so much fun to just sit around and spend time with the people u care about and love. such memories are irreplaceable. A reminder to everyone outthere Cherrish every moment of ur everyday life. Cherrish the ppl u meet. Time flies by without us even noticing it and u don't wanna regret anything in the end. Take care u guys and God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RnfxdBnJFqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/seb6ETEZDdk/s1600-h/IMG_2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077792585834632866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RnfxdBnJFqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/seb6ETEZDdk/s320/IMG_2376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls Looking pretty as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rnfy9hnJFsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LfrQHhpOQO4/s1600-h/IMG_2403.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077794243692009154" style="CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rnfy9hnJFsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LfrQHhpOQO4/s320/IMG_2403.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone taking a break after a hearty meal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rnf1ThnJFtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/57r7PqvTGYg/s1600-h/IMG_2428.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077796820672386770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rnf1ThnJFtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/57r7PqvTGYg/s320/IMG_2428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The AWESOME dessert the girls created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rnf7txnJFuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r6QEmL0sPS4/s1600-h/IMG_2360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077803868713719522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/Rnf7txnJFuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r6QEmL0sPS4/s320/IMG_2360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fishy showing off his culinary skills....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RnfyDBnJFrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A0CiLqh8jco/s1600-h/IMG_2386.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077793238669661874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RnfyDBnJFrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A0CiLqh8jco/s320/IMG_2386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt; would say no party would be complete without the ultimate cousin shot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-4693667947332703884?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4693667947332703884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=4693667947332703884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/4693667947332703884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/4693667947332703884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-another-chapter.html' title='The end of another chapter......'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9eC9XSGiu0/RnfxdBnJFqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/seb6ETEZDdk/s72-c/IMG_2376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-4361536642653525858</id><published>2007-05-18T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T08:58:03.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oth&lt;/span&gt; January 2006... it was mt first day as a college student at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taylors&lt;/span&gt;. When I walked in that morning with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thasya&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;orientation&lt;/span&gt;, it never dawned on me that 1 1/2 years would pass by so quickly, but here I am today the 18t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; of June 2007 my last day of classes. I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;belive&lt;/span&gt; it's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day at college is still so fresh in my memory that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; finding it hard to accept the fact that it was my last day as a student of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; - Law 3 ( Jan 2006 intake) I remember how everyone wanted to get to know each other but were all feeling shy at the same time and so we went up day by day to each other and introduced ourselves. I remember meeting grace on the way to law class. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thasya&lt;/span&gt; and I were talking and we decided that we should say hi to her I suppose she was thinking the same thing caused as we turned to her we all said hi at the exact same time. It was quite funny =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with My classmates have thought me a great many things about life. The most important lesson that I learnt was not to judge a book by its cover ( as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cliched&lt;/span&gt; as it may sound it is true) I remember thinking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yoeng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shen&lt;/span&gt;: Quiet and passive.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua a.k.a Fishy : Quiet, older than everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Calvin: Talkative, Smarty&lt;br /&gt;Grace : Tough, strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; : Good Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ruey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Thien&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; Yoke: quiet, Chinese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; girls (the stick together kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Smin&lt;/span&gt;, Wan Lin: Friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Zun&lt;/span&gt; : Bad Boy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edwin: Eager, extremely excited all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turned out to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Yoeng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; : Crazy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Noisy&lt;/span&gt;, Psycho,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hilarious&lt;/span&gt;, talk a lot of crap&lt;br /&gt;Fishy: Younger than everyone, Talkative, loves to bug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin: Never Changed =)&lt;br /&gt;Grace: Actually quite timid, but with a very loud/strong voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Li: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ponteng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kaki&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ruey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Yng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Thien&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; Yoke: very very talkative, and very easy to mix with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Smin&lt;/span&gt;: Very daring girl, quite the rocker chic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Wanlin&lt;/span&gt;: Funny and cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Zun&lt;/span&gt;: Not a bad boy at all...he's actually very nice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edwin: Not so eager after all, still quite hyper but for diff reasons =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u see u can't judge a book by its cover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have many fond memories that I will cherrish forever. I will never forget how Anya, Yi li and Grace found the weirdest looking guys attractive. However, I've concluded that they had come to a point of desperation due to the fact that there were no Man candy around. ( take note ppl u know who u are=) I will definately remember my law classes as they were one of the best if not the best class. Though I constantly was bullied and tortured it was never boring listening to the jokes flying around the class. I definately will not forget calvin and his camwhoring oh and his ever faithful lumix which took loads of nice pics. If i go on the list might not end so moving on....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the last 18 months I've also seen how friendship grow. How there are always challenges in life, friendships, relationships but if we keep working at it everything works out well in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to all my friends. I truly am gonna miss each and everyone of u. U guys have all played a role in my life one way or another and I am truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;. I wish u guys all the best in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; future Undertakings and I pray that all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; dreams will come true. Remember what Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Bala&lt;/span&gt; always says, that Nothing is impossible. Go after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; dreams u guys. I promise to keep in touch and I hope u guys do the same. I love all of u! Truly do! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Muax&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-4361536642653525858?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4361536642653525858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=4361536642653525858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/4361536642653525858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/4361536642653525858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-day-of-college.html' title='Last day of Class'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-8883917402782189092</id><published>2007-03-22T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:42:13.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today has been the most unbelievable day of my life!!!!!! if u ever wondered what people meant by a long day u should have been me today. I had the MOST fustrating! hectic! psychotic! day ever!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up late which meant my dear sister also woke up late. I rushed to get ready on time to make sure my darling of a sis was not late to school so she wouldn't get demerit and have to pick up rubish for being late. Being in such a hurry I picked up my bag and dashed out of the house. Then instead of taking the road to my sis school I took the other road going into Damansara. So I had to make a turn , mind u this was 7.15 and becky was grumbling about picking up rubish (though school starts at 7.30 she has to be there at 7.10 or she's late!) anyway I got her to school in 5 minutes. Just as I was about to head of to the NKVE I realised i didn't have any of my college stuff with me cause i took my handbag instaed of my College bag and file. So I had to go home and pick it up. Then I left and to no suprise of mine the stupid NKVE was jam. At this point I didn't really care anymore as my first period was economics and I wasn't really keen on going. The HIGHLIGHT of all this was that although I was stuck for 10 minutes at the traffic light in subang I managed to get a parking in front of Asia Park at 8.05 (this is truly a miracle i might add). So anyway I went to class and there were only 4 ppl there. Was kind of fustrated that I went but then juz decided to ignore that fact and Mrs. Sunthary. After Econs I was feeling a whole lot better and my day took a slightly upward road from there on ....Until...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 o'clock I was so happy that class had ended and I was going home. Grace followed me. I reached my car and then the disaster of all time.... Its a very long story that i don't wish to explain in detail. But the Gist of it was that there was some misunderstanding, my dad had to settle some things, he came and gave me his car to use.. I drove it, it broke down, couldn't start, he didn't let me do anything, I waited for him at BHP for 1 over hour, he came and gave me back my car, took his car to the workshop, then when we came back and called my mum to tell her what had happened she said that the misunderstanding was now a bigger problem cause she already settled it b4 she left for China. And my dad suppossedly settled something that was already settled. so we had to go to her office. take Some documents from her office, call the bank cancel cheques, fax over stuff and undo whatever we did. Everythiong was finally completed at 7PM. When we called My mum In China again she had no Mood or time to talk to us As something had happened at her office back here and she was trying to deal with it. The sad Part is There was some other problem Yesterday as well and we didn't get to talk to her then either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moving on, when I got Home, I was going to do My exercise when I tripped on a loose Parque and fell down the stairs. I sprained my Toe and Have a massive Bruise on My back. Then when I went to play my piano 2 of the keys were loose and it was just so out of tune Because my Kakak Kind of moved it to do I dunno what and so everyting was just off key.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to all this I now have no mood to study when my exams are next Wednesday, so i'm here venting my Fustrations in an undisruptive manner to ensure I don't bite anyone's head off for no reason. well that's the story of my Horrible day. I can't wait for it to be over.... I hope no one ever has to go through a day like this ever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s. Thanks Grace for being so patient and keeping me company through the whole afternooon ordeal. Really appreciate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-8883917402782189092?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8883917402782189092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=8883917402782189092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/8883917402782189092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/8883917402782189092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-has-been-most-unbelievable-day-of.html' title='Frustration!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-2643022820590628838</id><published>2007-02-27T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:03:20.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Hour break.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow I've really been out of this for a VERY VERY long time. Everyone's been telling me to update my blog but I've juz been really busy with loads of stuff, BUT, I'm here now and hopefully I won' be dissapearing anytime soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;well I'm actually in college right now, yeah yeah I noe.... shouldn't I be in class or studying or something...? well I actually have a 3 hour break. Ms tee was kind to cancel the first math lesson so we could watch the Lion Dance (1st hour) then Ms. Ng didn't come cause she injured her back (2nd hour...now) and my lunch break is right after what is supposed to be Ms. Ng's lesson(3rd hour) Calvin and 'Fishy' suggested we go watch a movie but the movie times were kinda crappy... so we basically wasted the first hour and now I'm here blogging (the guys have gone to do what they do best...DOTA) hopefully my next hour will be more productive...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I've been away since forever let me give u a lil update on what's been going on with me. This year's been pretty great so far except for the lil' bumps in life. But that's to be expected as life as we've learnt is never perfect. I started taking on more responsibilities in my area of serving in church, and everything has been real good. it's also been a great learning experience and motivation for me in many ways. However as was expected the more responsibilities that came my way there were also trials to follow suet. It was really tough at first as everything seemed to be happenng one after the other, and nothing seemed to be in my favour. Nevertheless I knew I had to make a stand and that's what I did. I did not compromise my responsibilities and walk with God and I'm glad I chose to trust in him just as he said cause everything seems to be wonderful right now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's amazing how trusting God completely works miracles. Many a times we say we trust him but do we really? this 2 months when I had no choice, no options. When it seemed that I had to choose between one thing or another as it was the most sensible, reasonable thing that anyone sane person would have done, I chose to stick it out and really trust God. I wasn't willing to give up either of the things in my life or put them on hold, however I made a choice that come what may I will not put God secondary in my life and I'm truly glad I did. I don't think i've felt so light and free of Burden in such a long time. Even with my exams around the corner (trials &amp;amp; Finals) I don't feel stressed. I have utmost confidence that I will get through with the strength of my Heavenly father. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;well my 2nd hour is almost up so I should go. Need to get some studying done...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Rosanne~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-2643022820590628838?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2643022820590628838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=2643022820590628838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/2643022820590628838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/2643022820590628838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2007/02/3-hour-break.html' title='3 Hour break.......'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-116727509167603579</id><published>2006-12-18T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T19:12:12.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of prophecies and clubbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey...I know I've been away for awhile now...and I most probably will be away until the end of the year due to preparations for Christmas as well as celebrating the season. For now however, let me give you a lil' update on what's been going on in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The college year ended on the 8th of December and after that I was away at youth camp from the 10th to the 12th of the month. The camp this year was a great experience so many things happened and it was tremendous fun. In my opinion it seems to be improving every year. It was wonderful to see how our youth group has grown. Everyone just seems to have matured in many ways both spiritually and mentally. For me the highlight of the camp was the moment when 6 girls from our youth decided to make a stand to follow Christ no matter what may come. There was just so much joy in the hall that moment. It is hard to precisely describe the atmosphere at that moment as it was just overwhelming but I can only say that the angels in heaven were rejoicing and celebrating 6 times more! I was also given a prophecy... I was thrilled but also confused because so many things in my life just seemed to contradict each other at that very moment and nothing made sense anymore...however I have decided to just leave it in God’s as I know that he is the author and the finisher of my life. Although right now it seems very difficult I know that he will not fail me as someone told me ' God does not put us through situations and give us circumstances that he knows we may not be able to handle, all we have to do is TRUST him and have FAITH.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past weekend my cousins and I went out together...we went clubbing and it was absolutely fun!!!!! It wasn't so much the clubbing that was fun instead it was just so nice that we all were out together. We went to Absolute in Bangsar and let me just warn you… it isn't what it used to be! Nevertheless we had a lot of fun Dancing and just chilling together. Later we went to the 'mamak' and it was so funny to see 2 of my cousins high...I shall not mention names...we finally reached home about 4 in the morn...it has taken us all about three days to recover from all that dancing but I guess it was a good warm up for the Christmas season as there will be a party almost everyday from the 24th till the 1st ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I also realized that country songs don't describe my life instead they explain it to great lengths... My life has almost always been a roller coaster ride... many of you might be thinking 'well your not the only one' but the thing is, there always seems to be more down's than up's in my life. However I have come to realize that all the good and great things that have happened in my life are just so wonderful and perfect that if you think of it, all that is bad just seem like a drop of water in a mighty ocean. I always live by the saying 'Live Life to its Fullest and Never regret a Moment of it' and the truth is I have never regretted any of my experiences (although sometimes u may wish things worked out in a different way) because, all that I’ve been through has made me a stronger person not just emotionally but spiritually. Every morning I wake up To a new day and thank God for my life and all that I have because I know that everything I have comes from him and I would be, and my life would mean absolutely nothing without him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Rosanne~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-116727509167603579?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/116727509167603579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=116727509167603579&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116727509167603579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116727509167603579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-prophecies-and-clubbing.html' title='Of prophecies and clubbing'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-116470899347154965</id><published>2006-11-28T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T02:27:49.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz for fun =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got this quiz sort of thing from Thasya's blog and so i did it for fun.................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Requirements:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Use the song title to answer the questions. ( Lyrics may be inserted as well, depending on your preference.)4. DON'T CHEAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) How am I feeling today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellow Card - Gifts and Curses &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Where will I get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink - Who Knew...wait so... (is this good or bad??)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey - We Belong Together &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) What was high school like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie Underwood - Jesus take the wheel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) What is the best thing about me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pussycat Dolls - Tainted Love...huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) How is today gonna be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destiny's Child - Cater 2 U...so I'm meeting ppl's needs...? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) What is in store this week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Company - The boys are back in town...that's gotta be good =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) What song describes my parents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eagles - The best of my love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) How is my life going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana Krall - East of the Sun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim McGraw - Just to see u smile...that's pretty cool =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) How does the world see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gnarls Barkley - Crazy...I think they mean in a good fun way....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) What do my friends see in me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricky Martin - I don't care...I do care about a lot of stuff....=( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Do people secretly lust about me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joss Stone - You had me...huh?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) How can I make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rascal Flatts - God Bless the broken road...well it's always good to know that the road I'm on is what God has prepared for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) What should I do with my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey - Butterfly...'spread your wings like a butterfly'...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) Will I ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronan Keating - She believes in me...what's the connection ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) What is some good advice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Doors down - Story of a girl...dun see the connection...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Eyed Peas - let's get it started...Christmas festivities?? Totally =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) What does everyone else think of my current life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chingy &amp; Lil Jon - Get low...huh??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) What type of men do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martina McBride &amp;amp; Jim Brickman - My valentine...yep my dream guy is the kind of guy in  this song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) Will you get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beyonce ft. Jay Z - Deja vu...for the record I've not been married b4 so it wont be a Deja vu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) Where will I live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avant - Bedroom Boom...I wont live in my bedroom...that's boring...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23) What should I do with my love life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martina McBride - Wild Angels &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) What will your dying words be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nina Sky - Move your body...err... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25) When Im having sex I say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey ft. Jermain Dupree - Don't Forget about us &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26) When ( not what ) I meet a guy/girl for the first time I say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie Cullum - Wind cries mary...err...??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) When my parents are angry I say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim McGraw - you're my bestfriend....maybe they'll cool down and be happy =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-116470899347154965?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/116470899347154965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=116470899347154965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116470899347154965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116470899347154965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/11/juz-for-fun.html' title='Juz for fun =)'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-116392898242378397</id><published>2006-11-19T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:36:22.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY !!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wohoooooo!!!!!!!!!! My exams are finally over! After 5 weeks of sheere torture and stress i can finally enjoy the Christmas season with no worries :) First and foremost I want to share my testimony. On thursday I sat for my second last paper, which was law. The night before I wa so extremely nervous and i did not know what to do cause I could not possibly go through all 20 chapters of my book over nite. I said a simple prayer asking God to please guide me to reading the right chapters. And so that nite I sat up and read 6 chapters and made some notes. On thursday afternoon before my paper my heart was racing like never before, and then Joshua came along as usual in his all so composed self and told me 'Beth God said he made u to be The head and not the tail and he shared with me soomething that sunil told him', so when i went in the exam hall i prayed and asked God to take me through the exam...... and.....when i opened the paper three out of 6 questions were on the chapters that i read the nite before. It was absolutely amazing how God showed me his favour so quickly and so clearly. So i juz wanna say to all of u out there, just take that small step of faith and put your whole trust in him and you willsee that he'll take you through everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my jie jie came back last nite! I went to see her juz now. I'm so overjoyed.....it was so nice to be able to hug her and just sit with her it was just like old times :) I can't wait to go out and do stuff together. and christmas is so near That means more shopping and presents and paties!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok i dun have anything much to say i'm just happy so yeah i Guess u guys already get the picture.  I'm out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-116392898242378397?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/116392898242378397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=116392898242378397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116392898242378397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116392898242378397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-happy-happy.html' title='HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY !!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-116223674619714784</id><published>2006-10-31T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:42:49.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey ppl...I know I've been out of touch with my blog for awhile now, but what can I say, I'm a busy girl =) My exams are going on and there's so much that has been happening that I have not had time to sit down and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago someone told me my Blog was too…and it did not appeal to them. Well just for clarification, my blog is my space for me to put out my thoughts and to rant about what I want so, it does not really matter if it appeals to you or not cause I never asked u to read it in the first place, no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz that whole bigger picture thing that I have been trying to adopt has not really been working well for me lately. I have been really confused about a lot of things, well actually there's one in particular that is constantly on my mind. The thing I don't get is, that I made a decision about the circumstances awhile ago and have decided to stick to it, however, Just when I decide to move on everything seems to be so overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it life always has a way of working in the opposite direction of the plans we have made? Is it a Yin and Yang thing? I mean I know that there has to be a balance and what not but isn't there also supposed to be something like Good "Chee" where everything flows smoothly in one direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all that a side, Joshua shared a great testimony with me the other day that reminded me of how gracious God is and how fast he can give us reassurance. The testimony was about how he had gone to the bank b4 church and so when it was time for offering he had no change and so was contemplating as to whether he should give or not but finally decided to do so. Then that night he got stuck in the rain and he told God 'after all I have given the least you could do is let me get a ride home". The next day during his devotion he came across the verse, 'sow sparingly and you shall reap sparingly, so abundantly and you will reap abundantly'. Then he went to D2Y2 and Sunil said he wanted to bless Joshua and to cut the story short he gave him a set of brand new Altec Lansing Speakers. It is just amazing how God works... I hope this story encourages all of u out there in knowing that God sees everything we do and is always Eveready to Bless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Rosanne~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-116223674619714784?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/116223674619714784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=116223674619714784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116223674619714784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116223674619714784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-116029544764162105</id><published>2006-10-08T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:32:14.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Crossroads~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There comes a point in our lives when we all reach a crossroad. The moment where we cannot keep running from the reality called life, instead, we have to settle down and accept the fact that decisions are a part of life, and we have to make them no matter how far or fast we run because as they say, 'life always finds away of catching up with us'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realise however that being human beings, we never stop being afraid of life, and we always find it hard to accept responsibility. Because of these things, we always try to find the effortless, undemanding and uncomplicated route available, so that we do not have to deal with the more difficult, complicated, 'easier said than done' kind of situations. We constantly make excuses as to why we chose the easier road just to make ourselves feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we do not say exactly what is on our minds? Why is it we find it so difficult to say what we really want, but always make up for it by saying things we do not really mean? We are inconsiderate to those around us and spew out hurtful words just to cover up and hide the pain that we are actually feeling because we cannot find it in us to let out our true feelings. It is not as if the process as to how we let out our true feelings are any different from saying things we do not mean. No. It is not the case at all. The process is exactly the same. We start out by opening our mouths and then uttering the words that describe how we feel. It is perfectly simple, yet we do not do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are well aware that time waits for no man. We know that what we want is there in front of us, just waiting for us to reach out and grab a hold of it but we are too afraid to do so and so when it comes to making decisions we make the decision to choose the road which hurts the least as is far less complicated. We live in regret and disappointment but in some bizarre way find solace in it. We should all learn to choose the herder road of the two roads, because from what I have learnt, no matter how hard that road may be it always has a brighter more beautiful picture at the end of it. We can find true joy and happiness instead of a momentary interlude of satisfaction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Rosanne~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-116029544764162105?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/116029544764162105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=116029544764162105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116029544764162105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116029544764162105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/10/crossroads.html' title='~Crossroads~'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-116003278165517416</id><published>2006-10-05T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:31:07.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adulthood.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Days...8 hours...54 minutes... and...33 seconds. That is exactly how long before I am officially considered an adult. It is supposed to be one of the greatest moments of your life. The moment You can finally stretch your wings and fly, as there are a million more experiences just waiting for you to reach out and embrace them. However so, I believe that it is also a very menacing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that you can finally have that freedom you have been longing for, the power you have so desired the chance for you to stand on your own two feet and say, 'I and I alone have the right to have the last say in my life' sounds perfect. But, what about the other stuff? We always tend to leave out the more important things, for example the responsibility that comes with the freedom and power that we have. As is said, "With Great Power comes great Responsibility." Being an adult also means having to make many decisions on your own, many of them life changing ones. And if u think making the decision is the hard part you have got it all wrong because, it is not the decision making that is difficult as it only takes a moment to do so. The consequences of that decision however, that is a whole different story, as we will have to live with these consequences each and every day of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that being an adult is all-bad, No. I am not a sadist and so that is not what I am saying. I know that becoming an adult also has its many perks and believe me when I say it has its perks...however, all I am saying is that a coin has two sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an adult also brings about many perceptions. One of the very common ones is, that adults are wiser when compared to children. This statement is true, but only to a certain extent. I believe that wisdom comes through knowledge and experiences rather than age. Although being an older person means you have technically had many more experiences, it does not necessarily mean that you have learnt anything from it. A teenager in this day and age may have gone through many experiences in his life, which has forced him to grow up way before his time and take the responsibility of an adult. Does this not give him wisdom? It is not how long you have lived that determines how wise you are but how you have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can begin and end in just a blink of an eye, and so, it is important that we make the most of every moment, because we will never know, when our life is going to be taken form us. We will never have to be afraid of life if we live each day and each moment doing the right thing to the best of our abilities, because then, no matter what has happened, we can say 'I did my best' and we will have no reason for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Rosanne***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-116003278165517416?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/116003278165517416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=116003278165517416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116003278165517416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/116003278165517416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/10/adulthood.html' title='Adulthood.....'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-115995193524993717</id><published>2006-10-04T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:31:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Gift........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your talent is God's gift to you.&lt;br /&gt;What you do with it is your gift back to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Leo Buscaglia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me this is an extremely Beautiful and Marvellous statement. There is no doubt in the fact that God does not require anything from us. He is the awesome creator. The author and the finisher. The fact that the most that we could give him, does not compare to a mere drop of water, in a mighty ocean, says everything. Nevertheless, I believe that he made each and everyone of us unique with a special talent. And the reason for this is, not for us to sit around and let this talent go to waste, or to deteriorate over time, instead, it is intended for his good works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we should all be making full use of the talents buried deep within us, to make a difference in the world around us. Believe it or not, in some crazy, unexpected way, we are all capable of changing something around us for the better. No matter what is said, we all have the chance of making an impact in the lives of the people we come in contact with. It may be a hundred people or it may be one single person, but it is still someone's life that is being turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not how much or how little we say or do, but it is the simple fact we took the initiative to do something. It only takes a second for a person's heart to stop beating, one second to say something hurtful. One second for a day to end. Why not take one second to change a life? We are all extremely capable. Unlike others who are disabled, we all have working limbs, and organs that function well enough. A stable life and sufficient finances. So why turn the small little problems in our lives into big issues? There are people who are worse off compared to us. People, who are physically disabled, mentally challenged, and yet, they have learnt to make the most of their lives. They have turned out to be the ones encouraging us and impacting our lives instead of the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that it is about time we got out of our comfort zone and started doing things differently. Time we stopped being selfish and time we started reaching out a helping hand. It is time we stopped taking and time we started giving, for the greatest reward is not what we have on earth but what lies in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Rosanne***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-115995193524993717?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115995193524993717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=115995193524993717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115995193524993717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115995193524993717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/10/gods-gift.html' title='God&apos;s Gift........'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-115753512417867505</id><published>2006-09-06T02:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:24:58.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2bfa7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wohoooo!!!!!!! Exams are finally over.... well it's only trials but the point is that it is...! So yay!! So i like celebrated the end of my exams by watching the remaining episodes of Grey's Anatomy season 2. I waited for like 2 weeks to finishg watching.....so i sat with thasya and we watched the last 3 episodes deligently waiting in anticipation juz to find out if McDreamy(Dr. shepherd) and meredith like finally get together but how the heck do they end it...? They leave it hanging with her standing in front of 2 perfect loking guys struggling with the decision of who to choose! I mean seriously.... now i have to wait forever for the next season and I was juz beginning to think that Hollywood wuz getting over their pathetic phase of crappy endings....what agony......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other than that this whole looking at the bigger picture phase that i'm trying to adopt in my life seems to be working out quite well....i mean it's not easy...and believe me when i say NOT easy....it's as hard as hell. However, it has definately helped.....i mean i'm getting through everything in life a lot better. It is as though this huge weight has been lifted of my shoulders. I dun have to play pretend anymore cause i can truly stand up and say that things r going to be better...and it's not this whole living in denial or trying to convince myself thing...i really actually believe it.........it's cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came across this poem the other day....it really made me think. We are all given tons of opportunity's but we are always so afraid of taking chances or being different. But the truth is, it only takes one person to make a difference, the question is do we want to be that person? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2bfa7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2bfa7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2bfa7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2bfa7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all starts with U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before U were thought of, or time had begun&lt;br /&gt;God even stuck U in the name of his son.&lt;br /&gt;And each time U pray, You'll see it's true,&lt;br /&gt;You can't spell out JesUs and not include U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name,&lt;br /&gt;For U, He was born; that's why he came.&lt;br /&gt;And his great love for U is the reason He died.&lt;br /&gt;It even takes U to spell crucified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand&lt;br /&gt;He rose from the dead, with U in His Plan.&lt;br /&gt;The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew,&lt;br /&gt;and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When JesUs left earth at his upward ascension,&lt;br /&gt;He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.&lt;br /&gt;"Go into the world and tell them it's true.&lt;br /&gt;That I love them all - Just like I love U."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many great people are spelled with a U,&lt;br /&gt;Don't they have the right to know JesUs too?&lt;br /&gt;It all depends now on what U will do,&lt;br /&gt;He'd like them to know - But it all starts with U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2bfa7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2bfa7;"&gt;Rosanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-115753512417867505?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115753512417867505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=115753512417867505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115753512417867505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115753512417867505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/09/holz_06.html' title='Holz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-115658343571438084</id><published>2006-08-26T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:55:53.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bigger Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2bfa7;"&gt;We always want what we can't have, or we have what we don't want, or we have what we want but don't know how to keep what we have. It's a funny cycle in life yet we live through it day in and day out and we don't do any thing to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night, it wasn't ur typical happy go lucky unrealistic kind of dream. Instead it was so real that u could feel the pain if someone poked you. I was here i guess or myabe a different place but nevertheless everybody who i know today was there, sounds silly but really even u might have been there. It's as if God gave me a chance to look at my life from the outside. See how my everyday life looks like from anot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6417/3511/1600/swiin%20scene.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2bfa7;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hers perspective. It wasnt all chocolates and roses........ but it made me come to a realisation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like that poem we learned about the man who had two roads to choose from but had to pick one... We are given choices in life. Everyday is a new day for a new choice and it all starts with us choosing whether we are gonna have a good day, a bad day, or a Great day! It's true out of all the roads presented to us we can only choose one, and sometimes one road seems prettier than the other, but the reality is every road has its little bumps and cracks. It is up to us to look past them at the bigger, more beautiful picture in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that through all the complications, stress, and painful times i've gone through there was always the bigger, more beautiful picture waiting in front of me, and though at that time it seemed so insignificant.... I suddenly realise how valuable it was....and still is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always live by this saying "live life to its fullest and never regret a moment of it." till today, I've tried not to regret anything i've done in my life for I know i've gained something out of everything i've done....But today i have a new strnghth within me, a new breath of life, for now I truly know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2bfa7;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***Rosanne***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6417/3511/1600/swiin%20scene.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-115658343571438084?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115658343571438084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=115658343571438084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115658343571438084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115658343571438084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/08/bigger-picture.html' title='The bigger Picture'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-115530645586220721</id><published>2006-08-11T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:06:43.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of Betrayal and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to believe that ur perspective on people can change in just a glimpse of an eye. Betrayal is something that gets u when u least expect it and when it does, it hurts real bad. But someone really wise told me something today, when u r betrayed, it is at that very moment that u realise who ur true friends and in life there r always the ppl, that no matter how much they may bug ur life, they are the ones who care the most and will be there to pull u up and be ur strength when u need it the most. I am so grateful that God put such people in our life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a little something that reminded me of God's true presence and love for us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LORD, You said that once I decided to follow You, You'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troblesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when i needed you most you would leave me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and i would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that i carried you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*my darling.....he's carrying you throught this hard time in ur life, and this is why you are gonna make it through. Love you soooooooooooo much*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Rosanne~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-115530645586220721?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115530645586220721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=115530645586220721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115530645586220721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115530645586220721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-betrayal-and-love.html' title='of Betrayal and Love'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-115520804128629087</id><published>2006-08-10T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:07:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complications and....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's really funny how, juz at the very moment we think life cannot get anymore complicated, it turns around and suprises us. Honestly... when does life stop being so complicated? Is there not a time where everything is fine and like a field of roses? I mean come on...how much are we expected to deal with? Don't we deserve to breathe fresh air every once in awhile?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know how people say " history repeats itself", well somehow i think life is like history. Except for the fact that it is a constant history...it never changes...we keep repeating the same mistakes time and time again, and each time we tell ourselves that we are not gonna do this ever again. BUT we do...i really can't understand why.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust on the other hand is an age old issue.... we have been dealing with the same facts for umpteenth years and yet, nothing has changed. It's basic knowledge that every time we get hurt by the people we trust, it becomes harder for us to trust anyone again. We set a guard so high to ensure we never get hurt, and never feel the same pain we felt before. However, just when we think we are strong enough, and let our guard down...even just a little bit... the horrendous truth of life hits us....but this time it hits harder and the pain we feel is also a hundred times worse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So honestly, how is it possible that these things keep happening to us, and yet we somehow don't seem to get over it or learn... day in and day out everyone repeats their mistakes and the mistakes of others around them. We are told that we should learn from our mistakes... i'm pretty sure everyone wants to do that.... But let's be realistic...does it ever happen? I mean in our everyday lives do we constantly see this so called revelation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;``Rosanne``&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-115520804128629087?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115520804128629087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=115520804128629087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115520804128629087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115520804128629087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/08/complications-and.html' title='complications and....'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32176335.post-115512928632322111</id><published>2006-08-09T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:07:54.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>``life``</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I know that this is suppose to be my first post and ppl usually put up something HAVOC but i'm not in a very havoc mood so whatever is up here is exactly what i'm feeling as i said 'truly me'. Besides this is exactly how i feel and it's the utter truth.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I dun think i'll ever understand why we continuosly do the opposite of what we really wanna do. Why we constantly take a different road from the road we wanna be on. Why can't we ever reach out and grab what's in front of us? Instead we become so guarded and we end up finding substitutes for what we really want. We try and convince ourselves that what we have is what we really want, but we are actually juz burrying the undeniable truth,deep down in our hearts somewhere, avoiding dealing with the hurt and pain we really feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's like the analogy used in my bestfriends wedding between creme bulle and jello. We want creme bulle....it's what we desire, instead we get jello.... we're not satisfied with jello, and we never will be but we take it anyway,because jello is not as perfect as creme bulle and so we aren't afraid of the fact that jello mights dissapoint us. It's not fair to jello because it's juz a mere substitute and we feel guilty.... all the time....but we are also afraid of upsetting jello because it wuz we who chose jello in the first place and juz pushing jello aside would be cruel... we are all actually the vilants in our own story..... we wanna be the superheroes but no matter how hard we try we never seem to succeed..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;well that's my view anyway......if anyone has figured out this life do tell me cause i sure as hell have not and i don't think i'm anywhere near it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;***Rosanne***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32176335-115512928632322111?l=chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115512928632322111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32176335&amp;postID=115512928632322111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115512928632322111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32176335/posts/default/115512928632322111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredrose.blogspot.com/2006/08/life.html' title='``life``'/><author><name>~**Beth**~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792335067678828947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
