<?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-23013752</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:33:16.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>justagirl's ramblings.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>409</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2420022875322852877</id><published>2008-08-03T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:32:10.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes</title><content type='html'>THE REAL YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very serious person. You tend to be quiet and well behaved, and you don't have a great deal of self-confidence. You prefer to be alone rather than with friends and that could make you a little less interesting to certain types of guys. You are very attractive in an individual kind of way, and this means it can take people a little while to get to like you. &lt;br /&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend. &lt;br /&gt;You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun. Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm. &lt;br /&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right? &lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONALITY TEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal mate has a sense of humor and is lively. &lt;br /&gt;You always compare yourself with others. You make your wishes too difficult to come true. &lt;br /&gt;Success depends on someone's faith in their ability. That's your attitudes towards success. &lt;br /&gt;You are a person of principle. You respect social rules and regulations. &lt;br /&gt;You are emotional, sincere and optimistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2420022875322852877?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2420022875322852877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=2420022875322852877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2420022875322852877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2420022875322852877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/08/quizzes.html' title='quizzes'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2705941460283691176</id><published>2008-06-16T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:14:32.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the courage to pursue your dream</title><content type='html'>there are times when i cast aside my dreams for the greater good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while it felt great doing love for your loved ones and putting their needs before you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while...something gnaws at your soul bit by bit and you wonder where did the passion go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you have naysayers around you telling you that you can never do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely, you start to believe their negative words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again...over the course of time...you gain some courage and then you start to cast aside those negative thoughts and just believe in your inner voice again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so restless for most of this year...and somehow i found my inner peace again and felt puzzled why have i been ignoring that voice for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because of fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear that i would just give up whatever i'm doing now...for my dream? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it the fear of taking risks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting those around me down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe now's the time to live for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2705941460283691176?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2705941460283691176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=2705941460283691176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2705941460283691176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2705941460283691176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/06/courage-to-pursue-your-dream.html' title='the courage to pursue your dream'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-1636293966979913848</id><published>2008-06-08T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:32:59.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy versus sad thoughts</title><content type='html'>how does one express emotions? is it through words, facial expression, touch, non-verbal or verbal communication? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a walk along memory lane showcases a rather negative track record of mine. haha. rather "emo" language used to depict pain, sadness, being heartbroken, despair, anguish. perhaps i'm more used to writing about pain. pain seems to be the main theme of my life for the longest time - so much so that i became a best friend with that emotion. that i could write about it. talk about it. express it so eloquently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i am at a loss when it comes to expressing happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because i'm not used to experiencing it? or is it because i'm denying myself of enjoying those moments because i know it's going to be yet another fleeting moment of the eye of the storm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end do happy or sad thoughts win the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends on the individual i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry not making any sense... feels as if my brain is degenerating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-1636293966979913848?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1636293966979913848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=1636293966979913848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/1636293966979913848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/1636293966979913848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-versus-sad-thoughts.html' title='happy versus sad thoughts'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-4045915950922731360</id><published>2008-05-31T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:39:39.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-width:1px; border-style:solid; border-color:rgb(0,0,0); background-color:rgb(255,255,255);padding:0px;width:378px;margin-top:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" height="39" border="0" style="margin-top:0px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:353px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;Who's Your &lt;i&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt; Match?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px 0px;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:358px;padding:0px 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom-width:1px; border-bottom-style:solid; border-bottom-color:rgb(182,182,182);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/sexandthecity/images/miranda_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pessimistic? &lt;i&gt;You?&lt;/i&gt; No way! You might come off that way occasionally but you can't fool us. Under that hard shell lives a soft heart and someone who would do just about anything for friends (and family, sure, but mostly friends). With strong opinions and the rare ability say what's on your mind, you are truly one of a kind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When things get tough, you're usually the one your friends turn to for inspiration and support — and a little tough love to boot. But you're also one of the most independent people around. Not one for superficial relationships, you might not win the prize for having the most friends, but the ones you do have are real — and just what you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:358px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTIzMDg5OTcxNDAmcHQ9MTIxMjMwOTAwMDA5MyZwPTU5MSZkPSZuPSZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-4045915950922731360?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4045915950922731360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=4045915950922731360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/4045915950922731360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/4045915950922731360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/05/quizzies.html' title='quizzies'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-1738982577817799379</id><published>2008-05-29T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:38:36.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some cool tunes to cool down the temperature.</title><content type='html'>yearning for some dance tunes to chill out to? well here are some :) mostly old school modjo and bob sinclair...my favourite house artists. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_Xv8RAwLwQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_Xv8RAwLwQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUd1NmCmx1c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUd1NmCmx1c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a weird combi of two of my favourite songs..haha i'll fly with you plus lady. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-MUyoAxSz4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-MUyoAxSz4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"world hold on" reminds me of my nights with E at velvet. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2110666472451997690</id><published>2008-05-25T12:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:53:42.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more tunes - back to trance and techno :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9MN42K6m9w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9MN42K6m9w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWKhbR33bww&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-tunes-back-to-trance-and-techno.html' title='more tunes - back to trance and techno :)'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3212376101330675342</id><published>2008-05-25T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:20:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some life perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Is Like Ecstasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/ecstasy.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're usually feeling the love for the world around you - you want to hug everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're usually content to sit back and view the world with wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're world becomes very overwhelming and a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best: You're totally buzzing, and every little thing makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people like about being around you: You're a one person party. Dancing, hugging, tons of smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people dislike about being around you: Once you're done partying, you're pretty exhausted and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How addicted people get to you: Not very. Though don't take it personally. They still like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/"&gt;What Drug Is Your Personality Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's probably some truth in this aspect....where i tend to be the live of the party and wear my heart on my sleeve...like how some colleagues remarked on how happy i looked and when i dun smile..they know i am sort of out of sorts heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably tt's something i have to work on..not to appear on a whim...and my moods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Cappuccino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcoffeegirlareyouquiz/cappuccino.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeegirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Scent is Mango&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourgirlsmellquiz/mango.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sultry, sweet, and mellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy every moment of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourgirlsmellquiz/"&gt;What's Your Girl Smell?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Nail Polish Color is Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/purple.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you're unique: You are artistic and expressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your style rocks: You pay special attention to color and fabrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this color says about you: "I'm creative and know how to take care of myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3212376101330675342?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3212376101330675342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3212376101330675342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3212376101330675342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3212376101330675342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-life-perspective.html' title='some life perspective'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6873860883230053852</id><published>2008-05-19T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:47:36.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a hot vesak public holiday weekend........</title><content type='html'>yes.. here are some beach numbers for you to enjoy while i try not to melt under the hot sun. well a range of weird assortment of songs.. from 90's dance music venga boys to the 1960s beach boys...to 1950s big swing band tune-&gt; glen miller and his orchestra. :) another number i love is the moonlight serenade. truly romantic music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3JBHZ8fAik&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3JBHZ8fAik&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxEjENrSdV0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxEjENrSdV0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxEjENrSdV0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxEjENrSdV0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param 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title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6873860883230053852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6873860883230053852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-hot-vesak-public-holiday-weekend.html' title='on a hot vesak public holiday weekend........'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3203185454796413600</id><published>2008-05-11T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:46:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mummy's day</title><content type='html'>yeah this is one of the most commercialised days where people thank their mummies for tolerating them for the whole year heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might not be a mummy, or married... but somehow been told by friends that i'll make a good mother. argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's the tendency to take care of my younger siblings....as well as the fact that my own mother isn't around anymore. yeah she's gone to heaven in 2001. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i forced myself to wake up.... and dragged myself to the saturday evening service with my sister. we went to "visit" mummy...and of course deep down we just wished her happy mother's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum isn't exactly a perfect mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had me when she was a mere 21 year old. young and afraid i guess...and her maternal instincts were not quite developed yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've always felt she never really did loved me during my childhood or early teens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only until I was 19 that i realised how much my mother loved me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during that time she was horribly sick with kidney failure and stuff....so we'll still sneak out in the middle of the night to have girl talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes... my mum still appears in my dreams whenever i'm feeling very sick or having a really bad time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow part of me is afraid to let others take care of me..because i do not know when they'll  leave me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me feeling rather abandoned and alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, it's so much easier to rely on yourself than be dependent on someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's me. i'm just too sentimental. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway happy mother's day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3203185454796413600?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3203185454796413600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3203185454796413600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3203185454796413600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3203185454796413600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mummys-day.html' title='happy mummy&apos;s day'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-7714474678873225573</id><published>2008-05-07T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:51:29.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RHYTHM IS THE DANCER</title><content type='html'>heh yes my ah lian mode is out yet again on a boring wednesday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay the stupid period is zapping the life out of me and feeling rather burnt out by the whole term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thinking of things on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way...i'm very tired at work.........feeling drained by the responsibilities and what is to come in the later part of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i need a fresh start next year...yet i don't know where my path leads to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of push and pull factors to consider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course my priorities is taking care and protecting my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is getting on the years...while my sisters are still young...with one who will fly soon in university in 2 years time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stressed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to think about their future. and ya of course i need to think about my own happiness...but what is my own happiness when the very ones who are dear to me are suffering then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps there's a crusade in me who seeks to save everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should save myself first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh decisions...decisions.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the restful phuket in june where i can finally reflect in my bikini and with close friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-7714474678873225573?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7714474678873225573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=7714474678873225573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7714474678873225573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7714474678873225573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/05/rhythm-is-dancer.html' title='RHYTHM IS THE DANCER'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-463481285830793002</id><published>2008-05-04T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:06:01.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fab tunes from tiesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kg0SPXlpy-U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kg0SPXlpy-U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-463481285830793002?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/463481285830793002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=463481285830793002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/463481285830793002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/463481285830793002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/05/fab-tunes-from-tiesto.html' title='fab tunes from tiesto'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6717825779492575166</id><published>2008-05-01T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:38:44.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a string of surprises and coincidences</title><content type='html'>this week has goto be remembered as the mc week. i've never felt so sick in the whole year as now..when the weather turned absolutely nasty and humid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes monday was sick at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i tot i recovered &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed i got sick again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday recovery mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow last night's strange turn of events just made me ponder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are time and events merely patterns and tt we're meant to meet certain person at a particular time......but once that time has passed...we'll never meet that person again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if so.......then maybe there's no pt thinking too much since everything is pretty much planned in the first place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6717825779492575166?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6717825779492575166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6717825779492575166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6717825779492575166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6717825779492575166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-string-of-surprises-and.html' title='life is a string of surprises and coincidences'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2735514874162546123</id><published>2008-04-26T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:40:26.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>just today i received some sad news from a friend. i was shocked at the relevation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's perhaps god's way of telling me that it's time to move on and say hello to a new phase of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always loved moving onto another journey, but trapped together with the rebellious maverick who loves spontaneous changes is an old lady who is still tied to her sentimental strings to people and things of the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much older now. grown up a lot in my twenties...and when i look back at the person i was five years ago.....i've become so different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the other day when the ex spoke to me on msn......it felt super weird. and i even wondered why did i even fancy him in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the past me loved him deeply..but tt person has died and in her place is a more evolved version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's what biologists always claim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the natural selection. haha. except that in this case it's a warped version. i've mutated to a completely different person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way.....i'm glad i did not succumb to the pressures of wedding bells or ticking biological clock because.....it'll be quite scary to see how i cope now committing to things that the past me loved....and how the present me can accept such commitments made when i was so young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong. i am not feeling emo or upset or jaded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a strange sense of detachment.........such that........... things don't bother me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just live, breathe, love, get hurt, be loved, embrace, let go, learn, give, take............in the way god wants me to learn from a journey we call life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya..... finally...... i found the answers my inner soul so wanted to know from god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is..... have faith and let god do the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2735514874162546123?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2735514874162546123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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think we got over someone or something, but somehow these ghosts of the past seem to reappear in different forms at different times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purpose of their so-called demonic renewal or reappearance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is to make us reexamine our real thoughts or misgivings...whether we have really gotten over these past ghosts...and if these past ghosts do affect us as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past i used to be really affected when they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i merely embrace and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps some so-called past ghosts are here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if we're ok with it...we've truly moved on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-8472247976228035917?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2866202227316697061</id><published>2008-04-13T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:14:01.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESTLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PEBaCWqZzFA/SAG7n1yp6gI/AAAAAAAAABc/a0Tw3dsg2uE/s1600-h/u44678h5mif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PEBaCWqZzFA/SAG7n1yp6gI/AAAAAAAAABc/a0Tw3dsg2uE/s400/u44678h5mif.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188634538836355586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a restless period for me...starting from march until april. somehow i find my solace in fiction, film and books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one good rental find was the chinese movie Eternal Summer. it's a surreal story that shows how thin the line between friendship and love could be. and somehow this year i learnt a great deal of lesson from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be the type of can pigeon hole my friends very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just put a friend as a friend or a lover potential as a potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seldom do the two collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why i was shocked when 1 friend tried to cross that line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm naive to think that true platonic friendship can exist between a guy and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather i assumed everyone else thought like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...it's really a good movie..and here's the synopsis i got from this website http://movies.msn.com/movies/movie.aspx?m=2103602&amp;affid=100037&amp;mp=syn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three high-school students experience the perks and pratfalls of modern love in director Leste Chen's sensitive tale of friendship and yearning. As a child living in a seaside town in southern Taiwan, studious Jonathan (Bryant Chang) was asked by his concerned teacher to look after rebellious classmate Shane (Joseph Chang). Ten years later, what was once a good-natured obligation has since blossomed into a warm friendship, with Jonathan still on the academic track and Shane finding his calling on the basketball court. When Taiwanese-born schoolgirl Carrie (Katy Yeung) transfers to their school from Hong Kong and convinces Jonathan to join her on a secret day trip to Taipei, her botched effort to seduce him in a sleazy love hotel, combined with her observations of his and Shane's friendship, soon leads her to believe that the object of her affections is a homosexual in love with his best friend. Despite her initial misgivings about the boorish Shane, Carrie soon begins to give in to the troublemaker's roguish charm when he convinces her to become his girlfriend if he is accepted into a university. Later, as Shane pulls his act together and Jonathan begins to experience a sexual-identity crisis, the former does his best to keep his feelings for Carrie secret in order to protect the feelings of his lifelong friend. Despite Jonathan's, Shane's, and Carrie's best efforts to keep their personal feelings secret, the truth eventually emerges, forcing all three to view their relationships in an entirely new light."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2866202227316697061?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2866202227316697061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=2866202227316697061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2866202227316697061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2866202227316697061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/04/restless.html' title='RESTLESS'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PEBaCWqZzFA/SAG7n1yp6gI/AAAAAAAAABc/a0Tw3dsg2uE/s72-c/u44678h5mif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3867345527216621882</id><published>2008-03-30T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:41:14.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIFFERENT SELF</title><content type='html'>yesterday while waiting for a friend to meet me for lunch, i popped over to the good ol' borders for some nice book. yeah and i chose the random way to "feel" for the right book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there it was. haruki murakami's sputnik sweethearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't dwell into the book content but there was one part which disturbed me so.....one of the characters wanted to go on a ferris wheel and peep back at her own studio apartment via the binoculars while she's on the ferris wheel. how bizarre is that? or warped? and then instead of viewing an empty room, she saw her 2nd self doing other things......and since then she was never the same again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...and i can really relate to this odd behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a guy's mind trapped in a girl's body and ambushed by a girl's heart and emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i am logically thinking about things, the guy takes over and is cold and heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl is chained until someone manages to break through that wall and rescue her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two different selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conflicting and weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as V told me before that i should just make up my mind and stop being so conflicted as a person...i can't as that's the essence of who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super masculine in my thoughts yet feminine in my emotions and outlook of relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya......the pain of being able to understand both sides of the coin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one fine day my two selfs will be split...............when destiny takes place. i wonder which self would i rather be left with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3867345527216621882?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3867345527216621882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3867345527216621882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3867345527216621882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3867345527216621882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/03/different-self.html' title='DIFFERENT SELF'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-7388839361450565342</id><published>2008-03-24T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:18:57.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some cheesy songs from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCSWGhPlxcA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCSWGhPlxcA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's the funniest thing. this used to be a child-hood song... &lt;faint&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. hehehe. quite funny how i actually sang along to this song to fall asleep..and hog onto the cassette tape that belonged to my mum's foster sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it seems super inappropriate...for a child to listen to such content..but thank god my parents were liberal la..heh there shouldn't be any censorship for good music. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-7388839361450565342?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6295394556414812612</id><published>2008-03-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:24:03.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another random song</title><content type='html'>heh this song really reminds me of someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2__Qdd11rfA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2__Qdd11rfA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMBALAND (f/ Nelly Furtado, Justin Timberlake) LYRICS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give It To Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Timbaland]&lt;br /&gt;Is it going? Is it going?&lt;br /&gt;Is it going? Is it going?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. what you're lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea boss&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly Furtado]&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of girl to look you dead in the eye-eye&lt;br /&gt;I realize when it come to it you don't realize why I'm fly-y-y&lt;br /&gt;Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Wonder Woman, let me go get my rope&lt;br /&gt;I'm a supermodel and mami, see mami&lt;br /&gt;Amnesty International got bankdrupt, I'm on top, on lock&lt;br /&gt;Love my ass, love my abs in the video of "Promiscous"&lt;br /&gt;My style is ri-dic-dic-diculous, 'diculous, 'diculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly + (Justin)]&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't hear to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Timbaland]&lt;br /&gt;When Timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands&lt;br /&gt;I get a half a mil' for my beats, you get a couple gra-an-and&lt;br /&gt;Never gon' see the day that I ain't got the upper hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm respected from Californ-I-A, all the way down to Japan&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real producer and you just a piano man&lt;br /&gt;Your songs don't top the charts, I heard 'em, I'm not a fa-an-an&lt;br /&gt;Niggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chance&lt;br /&gt;Somebody need to tell them that they can't do it like I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly + (Justin)]&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't hear to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Justin Timberlake]&lt;br /&gt;Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, I don't think you came in clear&lt;br /&gt;When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here&lt;br /&gt;I saw you tryin' to act cute on TV, "Just let me clear the air..."&lt;br /&gt;We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;If se-sexy never left, then why's everybpdy on my shi-it-it&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it&lt;br /&gt;So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way&lt;br /&gt;Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly + Justin]&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't hear to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly (Justin)]&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. (Damn, improve)&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. (Damn, improve)&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. (Damn, improve)&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. (Damn, improve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. (Damn, improve)&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. (Damn, improve)&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. (Damn, improve)&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. (Damn, improve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly + Justin]&lt;br /&gt;... club, we'll be actin' real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't hear to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't hear to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6295394556414812612?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6295394556414812612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6295394556414812612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6295394556414812612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6295394556414812612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-another-random-song.html' title='just another random song'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2881661531946019609</id><published>2008-03-22T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:10:16.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recap</title><content type='html'>just on wednesday i went to have my hot yoga class in orchard...then hopped over to watch the local film leap years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not bad and it did make me weep a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally reminded me what a wreak i am romantically haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more details&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mediacorpraintree.com/tly/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kindda made me teared because i have a similarly tragic fated sort of relationship with someone who was so wrong for me and yet so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that guy also miaed from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as much as i try to forget him...i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll always have a special place in my heart. perhaps i should just stop denying that and maybe truly..i can move on. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2881661531946019609?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2881661531946019609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=2881661531946019609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2881661531946019609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2881661531946019609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/03/recap.html' title='recap'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6368455815426423764</id><published>2008-03-17T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:34:06.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a brand new semester</title><content type='html'>yeah gonna restart work yet again after a blissful week break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be very very busy...and it's quite frightening at the amt of stuff i need to do...yeeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pai-seh if you don't get to read much blog entries here or chat or even see me haha.. all i can say is.... i barely have time for myself...so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once...i think i'll like to take a break from socialising. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6368455815426423764?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6368455815426423764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6368455815426423764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6368455815426423764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6368455815426423764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/03/brand-new-semester.html' title='a brand new semester'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-7480983414521945178</id><published>2008-03-15T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:14:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinated with the mei gui hua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PEBaCWqZzFA/R9t4xtp1nzI/AAAAAAAAABU/KKGpaIuR2YY/s1600-h/gothic+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PEBaCWqZzFA/R9t4xtp1nzI/AAAAAAAAABU/KKGpaIuR2YY/s320/gothic+rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177864992056516402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason or other..i've found myself to be quite drawn to the rose this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it..how can anyone not be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's often depicted as the symbol of love and passion, romance and beauty...and only with its sheer scent can anyone be mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah let me recall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rose was used in beauty and the beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's often used in seductive moves of salsa and tango?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes it was also used in the da vinci code if i am not wrong? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps to me...it's a symbol of my life la.. started all well, only to be cut by its thorn and yet i also know that i'll survive. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-7480983414521945178?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7480983414521945178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=7480983414521945178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7480983414521945178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7480983414521945178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/03/fascinated-with-mei-gui-hua.html' title='Fascinated with the mei gui hua'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PEBaCWqZzFA/R9t4xtp1nzI/AAAAAAAAABU/KKGpaIuR2YY/s72-c/gothic+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6955299908582587102</id><published>2008-03-14T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:04:04.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of stoning</title><content type='html'>i listen to the following track when i'm feeling disillusioned, stoned, jaded, zen, detached from reality, discontented, and somehow it always manage to cheer me up in an odd way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps detaching emotions isn't everyone's cup of tea. but for me...it's the way i gain stability and sanity in my logic order of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJJsfP7GQ3U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJJsfP7GQ3U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6955299908582587102?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6955299908582587102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6955299908582587102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6955299908582587102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6955299908582587102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/03/moments-of-stoning.html' title='Moments of stoning'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-7708617407470046598</id><published>2008-03-12T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:10:01.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my beloved friends</title><content type='html'>haha someone once said i seemed to have known my friends quite randomly. so this is dedicated to my wonderful friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one i knew randomly through&lt;br /&gt;1) a friend's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;2) a jc classmate and choir.&lt;br /&gt;3) irc channel to research on some people&lt;br /&gt;4) choir in jc&lt;br /&gt;5) during my school days to teach&lt;br /&gt;6) a girly online forum &lt;br /&gt;7) clubbing outing&lt;br /&gt;8) at a class in ntu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more of course :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-7708617407470046598?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7708617407470046598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=7708617407470046598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7708617407470046598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7708617407470046598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-beloved-friends.html' title='my beloved friends'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-4384860505406348712</id><published>2008-03-09T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:06:16.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break my fall god</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BQBeM758FQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BQBeM758FQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls break my fall god....and show me the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am seeking your way and trying hard not to rely on only my strength but also through you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-4384860505406348712?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4384860505406348712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=4384860505406348712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/4384860505406348712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/4384860505406348712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/03/break-my-fall-god.html' title='break my fall god'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-9007353364268095642</id><published>2008-02-25T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:03:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S STRANGE BUT TRUE</title><content type='html'>it's strange but true that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is actually easy to find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes in spurts and when you least expect it to find, it's there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. i know the emo monster has temporarily disappeared. and somehow while riding on someone's bike today, i felt happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya the company helped. but it was more of how actually...i suddenly realised my life isn't so bad afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about perception i guess as someone once tried to put across to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i'm feeling. ya the updated remix of one of my favourite techno songs haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NA9Jkqi-OsU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NA9Jkqi-OsU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite funny how long ago i felt like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps 10 years ago? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when little things mattered to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm more grounded and know that sometimes the ground beneath me might shamble and fall apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's strange but true but in an odd sense...it took me 27 years to realise.... sometimes... being happy isn't a state or have prerequisites or even an outcome or an initial condition to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is just there in front of you and it's up to you to see that it exist. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-9007353364268095642?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/9007353364268095642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=9007353364268095642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/9007353364268095642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/9007353364268095642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-strange-but-true.html' title='IT&apos;S STRANGE BUT TRUE'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3612883261301900212</id><published>2008-02-22T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:40:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pruyaq9QFRM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pruyaq9QFRM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow..found this track accidentally... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally can relate to how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like it now..although suffering from bouts of bad flu.......argh i hate being sick and being drugged by medication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one nice colleague told me i looked very grouchy and unhappy..i told her tt's becoz i'm not well..so i look like tt when unwell heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3612883261301900212?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3612883261301900212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3612883261301900212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;the ones who turned up: viv and krys; my sis gen, brabra, bryan ho, joe, dawn, evy, dan, grace and jenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt serene seeing the sun set in the beach setting of cafe del mar...with strangely slow trance tunes in the air and the zen like still air filling our noses...and giving us our every breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likewise i guess that's how i see life now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let it be" mantra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i'm feeling is depicted by tiesto's mtv below heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRs6jbe00XU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRs6jbe00XU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generally... i feel blessed.....just as i am as disappointed in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have wonderful friends who care a lot about me...despite my very own imperfections and limitations. my bizarre mood swings. my indecisive nature. my odd ability to go back on my word. my bad temper. my pessimism. my resigned nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah... i was supposed to turn my back on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i guess people say one will feel lonely right after the birthday celebration when all the anticipation of excitement dies down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i msged him...and he responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do say.. but he's always there when i needed someone to cuddle and to hug and to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really hard to move on la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially from the very person who understands me and knows how to make me happy so instinctively and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not upset. i'm not deluded and certainly not unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just at a stage where i feel the two Ws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever and will see how things go. (ok four more extra words haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-5394781461953424214?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5394781461953424214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=5394781461953424214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5394781461953424214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5394781461953424214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/02/aftermath-of-birthday.html' title='the aftermath of the birthday'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-1136816779405757648</id><published>2008-02-15T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:00:23.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvZ4cH_u1O4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvZ4cH_u1O4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-1886903419813780133</id><published>2008-02-15T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:00:22.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvZ4cH_u1O4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvZ4cH_u1O4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-1886903419813780133?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-5256154367991670985</id><published>2008-02-10T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:15:41.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeding in love</title><content type='html'>Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed off from love &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t need the pain &lt;br /&gt;Once or twice was enough &lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain &lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass &lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you’re frozen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened &lt;br /&gt;For the very first time with you &lt;br /&gt;My heart melts into the ground &lt;br /&gt;Found something true &lt;br /&gt;And everyone’s looking round &lt;br /&gt;Thinking I’m going crazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care what they say &lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you &lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away &lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth &lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein &lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to hear &lt;br /&gt;But they talk so loud &lt;br /&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears &lt;br /&gt;Try to fill me with doubt &lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that the goal &lt;br /&gt;Is to keep me from falling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing’s greater &lt;br /&gt;Than the rush that comes with your embrace &lt;br /&gt;And in this world of loneliness &lt;br /&gt;I see your face &lt;br /&gt;Yet everyone around me &lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care what they say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you &lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away &lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth &lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein &lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s draining all of me &lt;br /&gt;Oh they find it hard to believe &lt;br /&gt;I’ll be wearing these scars &lt;br /&gt;For everyone to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what they say &lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you &lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away &lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth &lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein &lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-5256154367991670985?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5256154367991670985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=5256154367991670985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5256154367991670985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5256154367991670985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/02/bleeding-in-love.html' title='bleeding in love'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-4171436601355313346</id><published>2008-02-08T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:32:37.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY and the emo stuff</title><content type='html'>it's the 2nd day of the new year, and i was feeling rather down the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aftermath of after thoughts of something that should have remained in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling rather emo and depressed as i thought about how i longed for that someone and managed to get over him... yet i allowed myself to once again open that little crack in my heart for him to reach inside yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i felt as if a whole hand went into my heart through that crack and squeezed the inside until they seem like little pieces of tomatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet. the key word is yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew that it can't go on...so, i told him (ha i know for the millionth time) that we shouldn't meet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course he had little reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i know how he might have so much disbelief since i've said that so many times yet went back on my word again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see myself yearning for him years later only to get emptiness and disappointment in return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love myself too much to do that to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despair shouldn't be my middle name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;renewal should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bye... closed that crack in my heart again and hope it doesn't leak once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for body combat class today...and reflected in the steam room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some quiet time to myself..and finally went home to cook dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely...all these cheered me up once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-4171436601355313346?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4171436601355313346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=4171436601355313346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/4171436601355313346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/4171436601355313346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-and-emo-stuff.html' title='CNY and the emo stuff'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-7113112756248529575</id><published>2008-02-07T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:03:30.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iphw_91d4ck&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iphw_91d4ck&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miracle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy meets girl&lt;br /&gt;You were my dream,my world&lt;br /&gt;But i was blind&lt;br /&gt;You cheated on me from behind&lt;br /&gt;So on my own&lt;br /&gt;I feel so all alone&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your girl&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to see&lt;br /&gt;That you are made for me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be your girl&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll see it can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your girl&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to see&lt;br /&gt;That you are made for me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be your girl&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll see it can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;It can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle... Miracle [echo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and night&lt;br /&gt;I'm always by your side&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;My love is real my feelings pure&lt;br /&gt;So take a try&lt;br /&gt;No need to ask me why&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your girl&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to see&lt;br /&gt;That you are made for me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be your girl&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll see it can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your girl&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to see&lt;br /&gt;That you are made for me&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be your girl&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll see it can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;It can happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle... Miracle [echo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle... Miracle [echo]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-7113112756248529575?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7113112756248529575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=7113112756248529575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7113112756248529575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7113112756248529575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/02/miracle.html' title='miracle'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-9165888072562491336</id><published>2008-02-07T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:24:44.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realisation</title><content type='html'>realise, understand are some of the most commonly used words in my everyday lingo, or at least in my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year started out well when i realised that i needed to be more expressive and assertive when it came to my feelings and emotions. just suppressing them wasn't the way to go, i needed to rant it out or at least be truthful to myself and the other person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-9165888072562491336?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-8664836549562140499</id><published>2008-01-28T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:38:09.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird  intersection of circles</title><content type='html'>1) my current colleague actually was a friend of a friend of my physics teacher at jc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my old friend from college days knew this particular girl..who was my then good friend's good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we were meant to just go round and round in circles and mingle and mix with the same bunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if destiny is there...you'll be close to certain people at certain periods of your lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-8664836549562140499?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2551356187280068206</id><published>2008-01-27T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:36:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE REAL MCCOY</title><content type='html'>yes..i'm still stuck in the 90's where dance music ruled the radiowaves..and how techno beats were the in beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is seriously one of my favourite groups of that dance era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHewpa3ZqOM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHewpa3ZqOM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-984782125293825695</id><published>2008-01-27T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:25:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we afraid of our own reflection?</title><content type='html'>this really turned out to be the year of meeting people i haven't seen for a long while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them is my friend S...my jc junior, sec sch junior..whom i haven't talked to since 2000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our friendship is quite unique... like i just went up and said hi to her at college when i saw her in the familiar blue pinafore uniform which i wore for 10 years of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes... our dinner became the "what happened since then" sort of thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one thing she said was true. she wouldn't date guys who have the same ailment as she does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps in a way i understood that totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why slim shady wouldn't want me.....coz in me he saw the plump side of him before he lost weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why i didn't like arrogant guys ...because i saw a little of myself in that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but am i destined to only attract unstable guys who are never sure of what they want in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do i instill that in many guys i meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... see how things go is the motto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-984782125293825695?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/984782125293825695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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never felt so alone before...and i do not know why the pangs of loneliness just seep into me since thursday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that if i disappear...no one would notice........esp if i tell a white lie to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay..disturbing thoughts i know..but tt's how i'm feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what happen when u have no one to fall back on but yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should get used to this feeling then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-722718542792305097?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/722718542792305097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=722718542792305097' title='0 Comments'/><link 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The underused word. The romance of human suffering that is beautifully captured in almost every wonder of man's words, films, works, books, movies and even art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... i finally plucked the courage to transfer my emotional pain, the pain that was buried in my heart for a long time to the physical arena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i dwell on the wonders of physical pain, let me just say that i had enough of longing for people who no longer cared for me as much as i cared for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as the needle infused its permanent ink into my tender skin on my back, my negative emotions pulsed directly to the new beautiful wound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of my ex, the one i almost married and loved the most...yet the one who also let me down the most. recently i made peace with him and became friends again, yet i knew...deep down the feelings still run deep. but now the bitterness is all gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of slim shady, the guy who was really my soul mate, one i could understand just by that look or a nudge at the hand. the one who knew how to make me happy instinctively, and yet the one who also carelessly broke my heart and made use of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of random guys who treated me badly...and told myself, i love myself so much more so i won't tolerate such behaviour or be affected by such attitude anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the vibrating needle jerks me to my senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i was happy again. truly stripped of all those emotional burdens that i kept too long for my own good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the splendour of its bloom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself.......wow. this is truly a metaphor of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cross....which has three curves which symbolise my sisters, and it also symbolises christ who loves me despite it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's this rose that is twined around it. it's me. filled with thorns, sorrow, pain and anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet... i managed to bloom because of god's true blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't exactly say that i am ultimately happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can say i feel blessed and for once.....love myself so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6067975848435526658?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6067975848435526658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6067975848435526658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6067975848435526658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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referring too much to the past. it could be an old friend, the usual food i used to eat for the trizillionth time or maybe the old surroundings of school and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then now i start to view this with somewhat jaded eyes and something in me stirred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just didn't want to be stagnant anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more delayed emotions or wishing and moping and hoping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the chapter is closed, it ought to stay that way. there's no point flipping the pages back to get back to where you lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in 2006 and 2007, where i wasted too much time on waiting for things to unfold or even hope that the past glories will repeat themselves, this year my motto is......heck care and just enjoy myself haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-5780577192637047588?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5780577192637047588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=5780577192637047588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5780577192637047588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5780577192637047588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/01/closing-and-opening-chapters.html' title='closing and opening chapters'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6970520802394733840</id><published>2008-01-05T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:10:05.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RnB tunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVB5ViG_0yE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVB5ViG_0yE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Sean Kingston &lt;br /&gt;Album : Sean Kingston &lt;br /&gt;Song: Beautiful Girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;See it started at the park&lt;br /&gt;Used to chill at the dark&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you took my heart&lt;br /&gt;That's when we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Coz we both thought&lt;br /&gt;That love lasts forever (lasts forever)&lt;br /&gt;They say we're too young&lt;br /&gt;To get ourselves sprung&lt;br /&gt;Oh we didn't care&lt;br /&gt;We made it very clear&lt;br /&gt;And they also said&lt;br /&gt;That we couldn't last together (last together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;See it's very define, girl&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind&lt;br /&gt;But you mush up my mind&lt;br /&gt;You walk to get declined&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord...&lt;br /&gt;My baby is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;It was back in '99&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' movies all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I went away&lt;br /&gt;For doin' my first crime&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought&lt;br /&gt;That we was gonna see each other (see each other)&lt;br /&gt;And then I came out&lt;br /&gt;Mami moved me down South&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm with my girl&lt;br /&gt;Who I thought was my world&lt;br /&gt;It came out to be&lt;br /&gt;That she wasn't the girl for me (girl for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;See it's very define, girl&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind&lt;br /&gt;But you mush up my mind&lt;br /&gt;You walk to get declined&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord...&lt;br /&gt;My baby is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;Now we're fussin'&lt;br /&gt;And now we're fightin'&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' slightin'&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to make it better (make it better)&lt;br /&gt;You're datin' other guys&lt;br /&gt;You're tellin' me lies&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;What I'm seein' with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm losin' my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think it's clever (think it's clever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal, suicidal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0i3HUkzn8gU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0i3HUkzn8gU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6970520802394733840?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6970520802394733840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6970520802394733840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6970520802394733840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6970520802394733840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/01/rnb-tunes.html' title='RnB tunes'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3158583673644089841</id><published>2008-01-05T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:35:05.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>yeah this is an overdue post......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a wonderful new year!!! spent time with some dear friends over drinks..and at butter with two great pals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow.. i'm glad i'm able to close some chapters in my life..and just enjoy life..despite the ups and downs..the ins and outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...term has started...gonna be super busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just need to learn to chill. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3158583673644089841?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3158583673644089841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3158583673644089841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3158583673644089841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3158583673644089841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-196828551276473711</id><published>2007-12-26T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T12:23:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTING GO</title><content type='html'>today as i was clearing my stuff, came across stuff from the year 1999 to 2006......letters from old friends, current friends, friends whom i was close to at one point or another....or yearbooks of yesteryears at university, jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came across photos of former good friends, current good friends...what i was like and how i developed over the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs. happiness and tears...all smeared across those diaries of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah suddenly i'm feeling so introspective about things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a sudden inner peace finally.....where i can finally clear the debris of my life and move on with a clearer vision and a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, unlike the past where i grew ashamed of my imperfection and insecurities.....now i just feel as if i can spread my wings and fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure..i might have many chips on my shoulders and emotional scars all over the place and maybe a jaded eye sight...but something within me glows. :) [yes i know i sound cheesy haha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes...i'll continue with this life journey with a greater fight.... a fight to be happy and loved. and to love of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-196828551276473711?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/196828551276473711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=196828551276473711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/196828551276473711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/196828551276473711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/12/letting-go.html' title='LETTING GO'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-9093686388158295579</id><published>2007-12-24T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:52:41.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plus and minus</title><content type='html'>PLUS OF 2007&lt;br /&gt;1) got closer to deserving friends&lt;br /&gt;2) grew closer with family&lt;br /&gt;3) recognition at work&lt;br /&gt;4) learning to control my emotions and responsibilities better&lt;br /&gt;5) finding myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINUS OF 2007&lt;br /&gt;1) too many forgettable moments&lt;br /&gt;2) quarrels&lt;br /&gt;3) almost hit rock bottom &lt;br /&gt;4) fatigue&lt;br /&gt;5) overworked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what does 2008 bring? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope&lt;br /&gt;1) more love from within and out. &lt;br /&gt;2) more patience and less self indulgence&lt;br /&gt;3) more devotion and kindness&lt;br /&gt;4) less fatigue and more balance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-9093686388158295579?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/9093686388158295579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=9093686388158295579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/9093686388158295579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/9093686388158295579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/12/plus-and-minus.html' title='plus and minus'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-9000381046917329374</id><published>2007-12-20T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:32:43.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello hello</title><content type='html'>yeah it's tt time of the year when we contemplate, reflect and wonder what have we done with our lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm feeling really sick after the kl trip. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really had a good time with three of my best pals around, E,G and D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drove all the way (actually it was mostly poor D and partly E) to kl, conquered the horrible wait at the tuas checkpoint, then sped our way to kl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh the pub/clubbing scene is definitely more happening....then again G's m'sian friend prefers to club in singapore, so i suppose the grass is always greener on the other side. we did a bit of shopping and then went to this indoor roller coaster ride and other rides which were quite amusing heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then of course.......goto say goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha next stop would be phuket or bali :) can't wait already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really la........realised life is quite unpredictable, whoever knew that i met my current fab friends through quite coincidental means........love them la...&lt;br /&gt;coz they forgive me for the times when i'm grouchy and mean. muacks/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime i goto nurse this silly sorethroat i got from kl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no thanks to some drinking and bad air la. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3152044353702548486</id><published>2007-12-20T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:45:47.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somemore crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Style is Sassy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/isyourdatefashionstyleclassysassyortrashy/sassy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date outfits are flirty and fun - and make guys smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally you'll take a fashion risk, and it will pay off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're up for flashing an inch or two of skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your general rule is to leave most of your bod to the imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isyourdatefashionstyleclassysassyortrashy/"&gt;Is Your Date Fashion Style Classy, Sassy, or Trashy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Expression Number is 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/eight.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven and ambitious, you have the potential to reach great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both good with money and good at getting things done quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an excellent leader and a great judge of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of energy and confidence, you undertake projects that seem impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dependable and determined, you are able to understand the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are not in a position of power right now, it will fall to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be very materialistic - and obsessed with status and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this isn't always a bad thing, you sometimes take it to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be truly happy, you must balance the material and spiritual in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Date a Scorpio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/scorpio.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous, paranoid, and possessive - deep down, your Scorpio will never trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if you are very trust worthy person, Scorpio's paranoia may drive you to act out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead try dating: Aries, Gemini, Libra, or Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Shouldn't You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Strawberry Daiquiri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/strawberry-daiquiri.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fun, playful drinker who loves to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may get totally wasted, but you're always a happy drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mixed Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Total Tease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/domenthinkyoureateasequiz/total-tease.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all about flirting and fun, but you often give guys the wrong idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most men think they have a chance with you... but come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got high standards, and most men you flirt with aren't going to make the grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while your tease act will work for a while, every guy you know will eventually be the wiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/domenthinkyoureateasequiz/"&gt;Do Men Think You're You A Tease?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3152044353702548486?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-4551137934314238880</id><published>2007-12-18T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:41:57.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday tunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uuKt-g8mrA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uuKt-g8mrA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_to-ehwhubA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_to-ehwhubA&amp;rel=1" 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src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoursignaturemakeuplookquiz/dramatic-eyes.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic Eyes with Naked Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rock an edgy, modern look with feminine grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoursignaturemakeuplookquiz/"&gt;What's Your Signature Makeup Look?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Makeup Look Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoursignaturemakeuplookquiz/dramatic-eyes.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic Eyes with Naked Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rock an edgy, modern look with feminine grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoursignaturemakeuplookquiz/"&gt;What's Your Signature Makeup Look?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fashion Style is Trendy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffashionablewomanareyouquiz/trendy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love fashion and live to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And keeping up with the latest trends is what you love best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's in, out, about to be in, and about to be out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to dress your friends and would make a killer celebrity stylist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffashionablewomanareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Fashionable Woman Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-4551137934314238880?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-8104521680799535907</id><published>2007-12-14T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:45:04.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzies</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Lucky Underwear is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are caring and extroverted. You've made relationships your number one focus, and your lucky blue underwear can bring some balance to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thrive in one-on-one situations. You are a good listener and a natural born therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you let the concerns of others become too important in your life, leading to stress and worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more balance, put on your blue underpants. They'll help you take care of yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What The Holidays Mean to You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdotheholidaysmeantoyouquiz/holidays.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, the holidays are about emotional connections and bonds. You are happiest being around those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You celebrate the holidays in a minimalist style. You are likely to only give one great present and decorate your house with a few special items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays, you feel magical. You love all of the decorations and how happy people are. You like to sit back and take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the holidays should be nostalgic and sweet. The holidays bring out your inner child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best holiday memories are of childhood foods and traditions. You secretly still wish you believed in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdotheholidaysmeantoyouquiz/"&gt;What Do the Holidays Mean to You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Type: ENFP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are passionate and eager to develop a strong bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex should be playful, creative, and affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are perceptive and bring out the best in your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to hold on to bad relationships after they've turned bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: INTJ and INFJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Dark Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/dark-chocolate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life with intensity, always going full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Lemon Meringue Pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/lemon-meringue-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of sassy and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always know how to brighten someone's mood, but you're not overly sappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you can be a bit too honest at times. And most people find that refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're always true to yourself, you keep things light. That's how people are able to stomach your slightly bitter outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you have well refined tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're complicated - and let's face it - a true enigma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy defying expectations, and there are many layers to your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not one easy way to define you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Vibe is Super Sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexygirlvibedoyouhavequiz/super-sexy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel 100% sexy at almost any moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this inner sexiness really does boost your appeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're confident, playful, and outgoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you have to offer - and you're proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexygirlvibedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Girl Vibe Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Lucky Love Color is Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourluckylovecolortellmenquiz/purple.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone gets to know you, the first thing they notice is how romantic you are. The most romantic of all the colors, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a big flirt and a total tease. Your antics get you in trouble, but they also get you what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unlike what your color might suggest, you are not a princess of any sort. If anything, you make your man feel like a prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is dreamy and open. You don't put restrictions on love - because you never know what can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourluckylovecolortellmenquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Lucky Love Color Tell Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Sign Is Sagittarius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignwomanareyoureallyquiz/sagittarius.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Traveler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous and Wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefree and Irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blunt to the Point of Tactless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignwomanareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;What Sign Woman Are You, Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Beauty Element is Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeautyelementquiz/fire.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild and sexy, you keep your beauty style smokin' hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid of glamour or showing off your assets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeautyelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beauty Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An Invisible Ex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/invisible-ex.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so over your ex, you hardly even remember you have an ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer leave all of the baggage behind you - far, far behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, indifference is the opposite of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Ex Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-8104521680799535907?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8104521680799535907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=8104521680799535907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/8104521680799535907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/8104521680799535907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/12/quizzies.html' title='quizzies'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-403609983606258210</id><published>2007-12-14T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T01:33:35.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting anew</title><content type='html'>perhaps it's that time of the year when everything that has happened in the past starts to pour in front of you...and you start to reflect on what was, what's now and what's going to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow..it felt as if i was ready to put everything behind me in the past. the bad things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bad experience with debts&lt;br /&gt;my bad experience with ex-bfs &lt;br /&gt;my bad experience with some people&lt;br /&gt;my bad experience at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i feel relieved and released from all the pessimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm ready to soar like an eagle to find my true calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... experimentation takes place now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-403609983606258210?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/403609983606258210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=403609983606258210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/403609983606258210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/403609983606258210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/12/starting-anew.html' title='starting anew'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3723075318989149550</id><published>2007-12-10T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:39:37.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song stuck in my hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mcz152unEVo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mcz152unEVo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh yeah the original :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3723075318989149550?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3723075318989149550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3723075318989149550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3723075318989149550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3723075318989149550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/12/song-stuck-in-my-hear.html' title='song stuck in my hear'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3344228047979811608</id><published>2007-12-02T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:31:35.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' SBC shows :)</title><content type='html'>yeah it's 25 years of mediacorp shows...and my dad is invited to star awards coz he was part of the supervising production team during those years of production. ya...he has sort of retired for more than 10 years...heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9PHaeRX9uU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9PHaeRX9uU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the scandalous show...which was shown when i was primary 3 or 4...and everyone in my class would gossip about how the character bobo was scandalous in sleeping around...and how she got raped and all...not exactly good tv for children heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6F5g60eivdY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6F5g60eivdY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another gem from the 80's hahaha. :p cheesy but quite endearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3UGParFHjY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3UGParFHjY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fab volleyball show that made everyone go crazy :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1v1PHnT1tK0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1v1PHnT1tK0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scary show...that always send shudders.... don't know why :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more classics hahahaha. no wonder i had such imagination back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBJTb7Rds4g&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBJTb7Rds4g&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysmWKTpoblc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysmWKTpoblc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another childhood memory :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Z8fR9XY-w&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Z8fR9XY-w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cheesy music hahahaha purple killer :p and zoe tay in her awful haircut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mycCoXkWd4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mycCoXkWd4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god this is the show i stayed up to watch secretly when i was in primary 2. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnlvfJfH9no&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnlvfJfH9no&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another scary mystery version with a nice song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPoZOhLD5GU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPoZOhLD5GU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immortal love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sATsOHt8nw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sATsOHt8nw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qin xin huan wo xin... the show tt made my whole family cry buckets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFbfzBwldLI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFbfzBwldLI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show where chen xiuhuan acted as an alien Feiyue Yinhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3344228047979811608?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3344228047979811608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3344228047979811608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3344228047979811608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3344228047979811608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-ol-sbc-shows.html' title='Good ol&apos; SBC shows :)'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3398904595587352919</id><published>2007-12-02T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T13:47:23.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama mama</title><content type='html'>it has been a dramatic year of events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, evy and i summed it up as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a series of forgettable events ....so forgettable that we can no longer remember people's names or sequence of events....is it a sign of old age or simply a sense of bochupness after some fabulous encounters last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) who's in, who's out...yet in again...we never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) it's been a piggy, fatty,  busy, frustrating year where we quarrelled so much, patched back and then got too busy to catch up. so...ratty year...we should be thinner, meaner and happier :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3398904595587352919?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3398904595587352919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3398904595587352919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3398904595587352919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3398904595587352919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/12/drama-mama.html' title='drama mama'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6143137434948806198</id><published>2007-11-27T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:42:37.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom knows no bounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/fall_in_love"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/gal8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Fun Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_aquarius_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Quizzes For Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/sex_appeal"  style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0); background:url(http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/sex_appeal_f.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0%;  font-size:25px;text-decoration:none;display:block; width:350px; height:356px;  text-align:center; border:1px solid transparent;  padding:0;margin:0; line-height:30px; " &gt;  &lt;div style='font-family:Bradley Hand ITC, Brush Script MT, helvetica,  Arial, sans-serif;border:0px solid blue;  margin-left:145px;margin-top:55px;width:180px; font-weight:bold; '&gt;A soul from Venus with a sexual appeal 6.7 of 10. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br style="line-height:15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:20px; color:red;'&gt;Guys hold your breath... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Blog Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6143137434948806198?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6143137434948806198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6143137434948806198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6143137434948806198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6143137434948806198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/11/boredom-knows-no-bounds.html' title='boredom knows no bounds'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-300861837403875060</id><published>2007-11-20T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:29:03.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING WORLD OF BOOKS</title><content type='html'>finally as the nua-ness of holiday hits home, the sudden urge to let the world of books and fairy tales engulf my little world became so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i headed down to kinokuniya with a friend to buy some books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i got a couple of neil gaiman's books (thanks to the recently released book stardust) as well as one book more relevant for my teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love his writing. it's simple, it's unique and somewhat refreshing. and as i took a look at its publication date i realise why i missed it. those were the years where i was struggling to memorise from a fixed number of books in order to get into the university. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus...let's just say i was deprived from reading...and ironically the more i mugged to get the As, the more stupid i felt back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..yeah plspls read his books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fab. finished the book within 3-4 hours, which is not bad since i'm what you call a book flirt. i flip a few pages of one book..and get bored..and then move on to read another book... afew chapters..and then move on to another book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i can understand how my ex-colleague remarked on how the fiction world can make you feel so happy......as compared to the hard facts of general knowledge we have to teach the younger generation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i feel blissful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT FRANKLY SPEAKING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i watched a movie first..before getting a taste of it in the literature world...which is actually better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the limited visual world of movies always fail to impress the readers who are spoilt by their generous imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another must read would be the original version of Lust Caution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i do read chinese books once in a blue moon to have a taste of the emotional and expressive language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-300861837403875060?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/300861837403875060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=300861837403875060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/300861837403875060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/300861837403875060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/11/amazing-world-of-books.html' title='AMAZING WORLD OF BOOKS'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-1768327680222534450</id><published>2007-11-13T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:57:09.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a zippy monday and tuesday</title><content type='html'>YEAH i'm back from the bad alley of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to clear two stacks of work and cleaned up my cubicle...cleared all the rubbish and unnecessary materials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday went to a friend's birthday dinner. heh..don't want to share the details but let's just say... we didn't exactly paint the place red...just went crazy and kooky..and impulsive on my side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then......today headed down to sentosa with a friend to just snooze and laze on the sandy beach at sentosa...under the unusual hot sun of november. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz...life doesn't get any better than this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-1768327680222534450?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1768327680222534450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=1768327680222534450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/1768327680222534450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/1768327680222534450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-zippy-monday-and-tuesday.html' title='just a zippy monday and tuesday'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-1363259334761731802</id><published>2007-10-30T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:08:44.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STATE OF MIND: ZEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RzATtrjM0VQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RzATtrjM0VQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is awesome and the track is fab. sort of the state of my mind nowadays... random muse random tune which leads to an unusually organised state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i sort of found this randomly. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who prefer a more sombre piece. heh i love this dance track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epb6SLHnydM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epb6SLHnydM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least...my favourite tune of 2006/7 Dedicated to evy. heh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLrA5WKhLUc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLrA5WKhLUc&amp;rel=1" 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OF MIND: ZEN'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-103193340296578225</id><published>2007-10-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:50:47.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING TO PERK YOU UP</title><content type='html'>And I don't mean the cup size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a blase day with the Sun blazing... fantastic day to go blading or swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was running some errands and randomly headed to that cd shop along scotts road, and before i knew it...i randomly found the tune that my bestie and i hum and sway to when we hit the clubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that was the era of lots of fun and laughter, hope we can the zest back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ibiza spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i bought that cd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music is indeed good for your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a separate note, forced myself to head to the gym to lose some weight and tone up yet again. somehow exercising does strengthen you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i am feeling weak and sian about something. hate the tension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i became more disciplined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the timer at the treadmill helped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just 5 more seconds to go.... just 5 minutes to go.... just a few more moments before the sick feeling of missing a sick person will go away. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-103193340296578225?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3844348157398751196</id><published>2007-10-27T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:03:39.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TENTATIVE</title><content type='html'>everything is so tentative in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priorities, wishes, interests, loves and even job security. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since young, we're just simply encouraged to pile up those building blocks of lego so that we can feel a sense of achievement. but little do we know, it'll just end up like a jenga game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything just topples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the higher you build, the greater the collapse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i wonder if i should bother climbing higher....only to face even greater disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emptiness fills my heart and there is a hollow deep within where no prayer, no consolation or advice can ever fill it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact is..once dug from within, the pain will never ever go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the truth. and that is the fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of pretending that it does not exist.... or that it's tentative...or trying too hard to fill it up, just accept the fact that things are just there for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether we face obstacles or joy, happiness or sorrow, achievements or degrading moments....all are just tentative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything will just come to nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3844348157398751196?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3844348157398751196/comments/default' title='Post 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work</title><content type='html'>it's been a crazy hectic week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just amazed at how i survived once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again what's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is just work, work work, go home, bathe, eat, finish more work before i speak less than 10 sentences to the three family members and then log onto computer...say hi to friend a, b and c...before hitting the sack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to wake up at an insane hour to go to work...and the cycle continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...that's how meaningful life gets i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes....somehow work turns you into a person you're no longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually overslept and made my bestie wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just lucky that she's a sweetie who forgives me besides my terrible attitude at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ....the more i tried to control my spending..i actually bought 3 cheap tops, one pair of shoes and signed up for yoga classes. yes you might be asking what am i thinkig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have some fiscal control!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...i have you know that I BOUGHT EVERYTHING AT DISCOUNTED RATE...and the yoga class was a steal..bargained to the last penny..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... once weekend is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another round of madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-349291970085003006?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/349291970085003006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=349291970085003006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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within the dreadfully tight deadline&lt;br /&gt;2) figure a way out on how to manage my different jobscopes and at the same time don't go insane&lt;br /&gt;3) not sleep and yet finish what i goto do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things to do and too little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the strange spate of things.... some sense of optimism managed to seep into the little pea brain of mine, which is often infused with negativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) even though i can't please everyone, or expect to be accepted by all, i should be happy the way i am. yeah sure, i get grouchy and terrible at times, but who doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) someone commented that "i'm a teacher= achievement" with a loud meh...seriously, yeah true, material wise, i look as if i live for paper and red pens but my work life is more than just slashing red lines all over what were known as trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)yeah, my life may suck now, my work and love life is non-existant but so what. i will survive it. i will live through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, just glad that the exercising did more good for my mind and soul rather than just for my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown to two more mad months of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3551080496950626198?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3551080496950626198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3551080496950626198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3551080496950626198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3551080496950626198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/10/reckon.html' title='reckon'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-5433042333090159983</id><published>2007-10-14T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:44:02.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a crazy period at work</title><content type='html'>yes i've finally recovered after feeling quite tired for the past few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one round of madness is over, so now it is onto another round of madness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part about resting is...the procrastination sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-5433042333090159983?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5433042333090159983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=5433042333090159983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5433042333090159983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5433042333090159983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-crazy-period-at-work.html' title='After a crazy period at work'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6922923452062917605</id><published>2007-10-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:04:58.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wonders of friendship</title><content type='html'>just the other day i was grumbling and feeling lonesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as it's cheesy, just grateful that i had friends around me to rally around me.........to support me......to rebuke me for being silly.........to gently remind me that it is ok to feel inadequate sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i've gotten my act together, slowly gaining back my confidence and health through going to the gym more regularly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite odd to see that suddenly i see my purpose of life through sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe there's a closet athelete in me waiting to get out. haha. god forbid that to happen given that i've always been the clumsy silly one who take longer time to pick up a sport or even get the posture right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz. the wonders of friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6922923452062917605?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6922923452062917605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6922923452062917605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6922923452062917605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6922923452062917605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/10/wonders-of-friendship.html' title='the wonders of friendship'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2599655934547815049</id><published>2007-10-07T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:56:42.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja vu</title><content type='html'>hmmm i was just reading an old blog entry in Dec 2006. almost a year ago. it's funny how our memory fails us...and yet a written account reminds us of what exactly we were feeling and thinking then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i've dragged this long time. enough chances were given. maybe to begin with..i was just imagining that he liked me. sigh oh well. it's time to put an end to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blog entry: &lt;br /&gt;"we had what we called a three-weeks break. never saw him, never hear from him, and in a sense, i've also decided not to contact him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i saw him walk past me in one of the clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, i just messaged him. and he messaged back to ask who was i with and where was i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pride took over. i just said i was leaving and gave him a vague answer of whom i was with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, of course there was one confrontation meeting. where i questioned him on why he miaed for a period before telling me the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there was a few cold/polite sms exchanges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the night i told myself i would resolve from contacting him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is....friends and i wanted to go to Place A. but place A was closed, so we headed for another venue. while queueing at that venue, he walked past....and he saw me...i saw him... lingered glance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the exchange of cold/polite sms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to call him. fate? god making me face up to my fears? coincidence? stalking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll just let the drama of my life unfold by itself...while i sit back and relax."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2599655934547815049?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2599655934547815049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=2599655934547815049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2599655934547815049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2599655934547815049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/10/deja-vu.html' title='Deja vu'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3969976639172200153</id><published>2007-10-06T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:04:10.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DETACHMENT AND ATTACHMENT</title><content type='html'>just the other night by the dam, as i was whispering rather solemn thoughts to my dear friend D, we were talking about the problems with love and life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in the worst scheme of things, the person you adored or grew attached to...somehow has a strange inverse relationship with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more attached you are to the person, the more he tries to run away from you and engage in deception and denial that will only manage to make you feel anguished and hurtful for a long time to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more you grow detached and become as ice cold and mysterious as the ice berg that sank the titanic (sorry if i got too lyrical...must be the marking of horrid comprehension that made me strive not to be affected by the bad english); the more the person tries to get back into your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i felt super emo about this whole affair earlier last month was basically simple yearning and missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now... it's more like "i just want to get out of this pit fast! but i'm afraid to look back and regret as i see the light at the end of the tunnel" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of this tennis game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of being the silly one who bothers to initiate and care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of being the fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of feeling emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yearning to go back to my robotic self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yearning to go back to the comfort of the logical world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3969976639172200153?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3969976639172200153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3969976639172200153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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many issues at hand........and i think i'm losing it. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess only god can save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing is........ i've decided to stop talking to him for a long long while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-1412475240914254713?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1412475240914254713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=1412475240914254713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/1412475240914254713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/1412475240914254713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/10/pessimistic-thoughts.html' title='pessimistic thoughts'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-78332968367669054</id><published>2007-09-24T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:25:47.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flight</title><content type='html'>Music. the entrance to our soul. the extreme expression of our emotional self. the outlet of our frustration. the medium and platform through which we express our hopes and dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. analyse the music you listen to and it gives you a very good idea of your mental state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i observed the type of music i have listened to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some common points&lt;br /&gt;1) Flight...somehow the lyrics point to one common thing. "I wanna fly with you" "sunshine, when you're with me i can fly" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&gt; perhaps it shows a calling for me, or rather a yearn to break free from the clutches of bureacracy and the rigid system that i feel so trapped in. &lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Perhaps my wanderlust for freedom is starting to build up again just after i have build a comfort zone around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ibiza/meaningless cheesy techno music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is just another sign of escapism. Apparently techno is associated with ah bengs, drugs that make one feel high, gives one a false sense of anticipation and joy haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just need a temporary source of relief something that makes me "high" even when i'm feeling low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ...what tunes are you listening to today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll find out more about yourself... thru the notes and words penned carefully by the song writer...than through those cheesy self help books and tarot cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-78332968367669054?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/78332968367669054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=78332968367669054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/78332968367669054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/78332968367669054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/flight.html' title='flight'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2471071230559845486</id><published>2007-09-23T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:20:55.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/j94odx12kXM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/j94odx12kXM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dedicated to that someone who always manages to confuse me sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2471071230559845486?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2471071230559845486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=2471071230559845486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2471071230559845486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2471071230559845486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/crazy-baby.html' title='Crazy Baby'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3628459307791511720</id><published>2007-09-22T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:14:02.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NICE AWARDS :)</title><content type='html'>somehow when one reaches rock bottom and other than the devil and the deep blue sea...there's nowhere else to head to but to float upwarsd...true true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i'm feeling high and happy. perhaps it's because of the extra exercise...yeah started going back to the gym to shed the excess weight i put on, gain back my health and of course get rid of the emotional baggage i've been carrying way too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or could it be my bunch of supportive friends who never saw me in a judgemental light and yet persist in encouraging me whenever i felt like the worst piece of shit in the world, mumble endless hours of irrational emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided to pass on the niceness award which my dear friend sue has endowed on me...aww. &lt;a href="http://xinyun.lah.cc/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am trying to give my own set of niceness award. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels good.... after watching endless cheesy hours of oscars heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PEBaCWqZzFA/RvUpGbeJLVI/AAAAAAAAABM/yabebtfIEro/s1600-h/070920nicematters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PEBaCWqZzFA/RvUpGbeJLVI/AAAAAAAAABM/yabebtfIEro/s200/070920nicematters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113038142379208018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue -for being the nicest sweetest friend who's there to offer me sweet and sound advice when i really needs it. for the crabby moments and introducing me to her world of gaming :) love u sis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evy - for being the best sister i never had. my fellow partner in crime when it comes to doing fun stuff.For being there for me when i was down and up. For your forgiving nature when i let you down. muacks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel - for being the bitchy partner in crime at work. for those gossip and bitchy sessions. and my fellow contestant in irritation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace - for giving me the indian spice which i truly lack in my life haha :) being such a great friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn - for being the wonderful fellow whiner and diner and being a fab friend for the past ....shhh.... almost 8-9 years. god i know u for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjay - for being the totally wonderful friend who listens to me with unbiased ears and eyes. buddie for life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3628459307791511720?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3628459307791511720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3628459307791511720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3628459307791511720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3628459307791511720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/nice-awards.html' title='NICE AWARDS :)'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PEBaCWqZzFA/RvUpGbeJLVI/AAAAAAAAABM/yabebtfIEro/s72-c/070920nicematters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6535198172510666454</id><published>2007-09-16T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:29:11.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Love</title><content type='html'>if year 2005 taught me that i just got to learn to be patient while year 2006 taught me to take things easy and enjoy the moments. year 2007 has got to be the one where i learn to love myself properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self love is something not well preached in the circles of Asian culture because we're always expected to place other people's needs before our own. to do otherwise will be interpreted as being selfish, individualistic and maybe simply a rebel in society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always believed in taking care of other people's needs...but over the years i realised that maybe before i can take care of people, i just need to take care of myself first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a hard year where the stress and disappointments in my life has taken a toll on my health and emotional well-being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many a times i wonder, what have i done to deserve this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i think i have done a lot to deserve this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i didn't love myself enough to shun away individuals who were simply out to make use of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, i didn't love myself enough to say ok that's it folks, i can't do more, i'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just soldier on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing a google search on the definition of self love brought me to this website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.selfgrowth.com/articles/Barrett1.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which says "When we can be kind and forgiving in this way to ourselves we are better able to be that with others. Unconditional and forgiving self-love fosters unconditional and forgiving love of others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when was the last time you gave yourself a treat or a pat on the back when others around you have failed to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've spent too much time seeking validation from those around me...maybe it's time for me to seek validation from within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6535198172510666454?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6535198172510666454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6535198172510666454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6535198172510666454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6535198172510666454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/self-love.html' title='Self Love'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-5023520383206470658</id><published>2007-09-14T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:47:39.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just some moments in time</title><content type='html'>there is a split second when you realised you're in love or in hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the fraction of the second, you can feel the vibe from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow you just know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether or not you hate, feel , love, envy that someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you finally do, you realise oh shit what have you done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single cheesy tune or music that moves you...reminds you of that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the songs that tell you the person's not the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the songs whose lyrics speak for the yearning you have for that somebody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the movie scenes that try to coax you gently that maybe it's time for you to move on and not wait for someone who won't just budge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever have any of those heart aching moments....welcome to my world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-5023520383206470658?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5023520383206470658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=5023520383206470658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5023520383206470658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5023520383206470658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-some-moments-in-time.html' title='just some moments in time'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-7971344810375923632</id><published>2007-09-14T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:51:00.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gigi D' Agostino - I'll Fly with You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/bZnDzzR2DWE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bZnDzzR2DWE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of my favourite tunes of techno..and i've found it :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-7971344810375923632?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7971344810375923632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=7971344810375923632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7971344810375923632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7971344810375923632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/gigi-d-agostino-i-fly-with-you.html' title='Gigi D&amp;#39; Agostino - I&amp;#39;ll Fly with You'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3145344904510060869</id><published>2007-09-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:48:52.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PAST SUBSTANCE</title><content type='html'>there are many occasions when i stop and think about what had happened to me in the past and then shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true the past is something that has already happened and the least we can do for ourselves is just to simply let it go. but is it really so simple as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think life deals with people with a harsh card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those of us who start out with a relatively happier childhood and youth will tend to do better in life than those of us who struggle with childhood traumas and painful teenhood while grappling with the pains of growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if i am indeed overcompensating with my adulthood now...by behaving childishly at times..for the very times i was forced to deal with adult issues with my little teenaged or child-like hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one dear friend told me perhaps it's all these bitter experiences that made me who i am and what made me a better person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is it really all worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3145344904510060869?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3145344904510060869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3145344904510060869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3145344904510060869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3145344904510060869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/past-substance.html' title='THE PAST SUBSTANCE'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-1357110225711410050</id><published>2007-09-11T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:05:32.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raul Midón - Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xex69kH0JuM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xex69kH0JuM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the longer version. :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-1357110225711410050?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1357110225711410050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=1357110225711410050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/1357110225711410050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/1357110225711410050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/raul-midn-sunshine.html' title='Raul Midón - Sunshine'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-5368476843849982588</id><published>2007-09-10T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:56:32.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raul Midon 'sunshine' David Morales!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Je728361nA8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Je728361nA8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raul Midon - Sunshine lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine when you’re with me I can fly&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine when you’re with me I can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Peace on earth’s so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Real peace begins inside&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts and in our minds&lt;br /&gt;Hearts and minds begin to see&lt;br /&gt;That one and all means you and me&lt;br /&gt;And what we know can set us free&lt;br /&gt;Rearrange reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is what we know&lt;br /&gt;We can change a river’s flow&lt;br /&gt;Plant a seed, watch it grow&lt;br /&gt;Build a shelter, build a home&lt;br /&gt;Home is where my heart will stay&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m far away&lt;br /&gt;Makes no difference what they say&lt;br /&gt;As long as you will be my sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine when you’re with me I can fly&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine when you’re with me I can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m feeling sad and low&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not sure where to go&lt;br /&gt;And all the good times that I’ve known&lt;br /&gt;Have gone and left me all alone&lt;br /&gt;All alone I’ll never be&lt;br /&gt;Long as you are here with me&lt;br /&gt;You’re in everything I see&lt;br /&gt;And everything I’m doing&lt;br /&gt;All I do I do for you&lt;br /&gt;You’re my sun, you’re my moon&lt;br /&gt;Every lazy afternoon&lt;br /&gt;You’re my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration lights the way&lt;br /&gt;Brings a sparkle to each day&lt;br /&gt;Makes the dark clouds go away&lt;br /&gt;Let us let the children play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine when you’re with me I can fly&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine when you’re with me I can fly&lt;br /&gt;Music is the reason why&lt;br /&gt;People laugh people cry&lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance and clap their hands&lt;br /&gt;It’s how the whole world understands&lt;br /&gt;Understands that we are one&lt;br /&gt;Makes no difference what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Or where you live under the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are only human&lt;br /&gt;Only human yes it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Still the mystery is you&lt;br /&gt;And the sky so clear and blue&lt;br /&gt;Makes every day feel so brand new&lt;br /&gt;Brand new day throughout the world&lt;br /&gt;For all the little boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;If everybody lends a hand&lt;br /&gt;We can live together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine when you’re with me I can fly&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine when you’re with me I can fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-5368476843849982588?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5368476843849982588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=5368476843849982588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5368476843849982588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5368476843849982588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/raul-midon-david-morales.html' title='Raul Midon &amp;#39;sunshine&amp;#39; David Morales!'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-67080251572519672</id><published>2007-09-09T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:51:09.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saturday film and chat</title><content type='html'>it was a fulfilling weekend spent at the Arts House where it was screening this controversial movie about two boys who reconnected through their sexual abuse as boys. The movie, mysterious skin, is cutting edge, painfully truthful and weaved very seamlessly through great narration of the two main cast with the good use of flash backs and present day. yet the good use of lighting and scene transition seen through the eyes of two young eight-year-olds was fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wasn't draggy and doesn't force the audience to take pity on the characters but rather feel what the characters go through. yet it left me and my friend, fern, feeling rather as traumatised and violated as the two young boys in the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the synopsis from the arts house website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A disturbing childhood mystery of two individually desperate teens—one believes he was abducted by aliens, the other works as a hustler—who become reconnected by the sexual abuse they shared as boys. The secret denials of the American middle class against the backdrop of a vintage red-state political world add to the shock and awe of this daring film. With work such as The Living End and The Doom Generation, Gregg Araki has never been one to shy away from controversy, and, in adapting Scott Heim's novel, he's made his most demanding, provocative and, indeed, his finest film to date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theartshouse.com.sg/event_details_2007.php?id=614&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course this was followed up by great chat with another friend who met up with me for coffee. sometimes we do wonder about the weird tribulations of people around us and the wonderment of love affairs which just left us feeling dumbfounded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i guess going with the flow and taking it easy is better than getting obsessive over whether a relationship works out or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reckon this short one week break was what i needed in gaining real perspective on a lot of things i've been doing. reflection. ponder. wonder. realise. being convinced by my inner voice to do what i feel ought to be done :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-67080251572519672?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/67080251572519672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=67080251572519672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/67080251572519672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/67080251572519672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday-film-and-chat.html' title='The Saturday film and chat'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-681199327016886714</id><published>2007-09-07T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:16:52.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubt and renewal of faith</title><content type='html'>there are some moments in life you believe so strongly in something and yet that something eludes you even more? have you ever had those heart wrenching moments that feel like a lifetime...tormenting you every single and every minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was how i felt since young. the depth of loneliness, alienation, being ostracised, having great deal of self-doubt, low self-esteem, feelings of rejection and being undermined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i managed to still do pretty decently in life despite the above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always believe that there is a certain super power up there who looks after us, despite the sufferings that we go through in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, like any typical whiny human being, i would indulge in self pity and cynical doubt in everything else except myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today...somehow..i sort of figured things out once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading time magazine's coverage on mother theresa's once unpublicised letters, where she revealed a great deal of doubt on her faith and therefore despite it all...she still went ahead with her vision of helping the poorest of the poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course naysayers might say she is not as almighty as the media or the church has put her to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously speaking, who are we to comment on what she has done with such great insight and courage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can understand how mother theresa must have felt in all those years of loneliness..the feelings of being abandoned by god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worse still...having people around you who view your insecurity and sense of abandonment as a silly sign of immaturiy of faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were times i felt totally abandoned...and fed to the dogs by god. sometimes i do question myself and him and everyone else...if god really loves me...why does he put me through so much shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya..everyone has his or her own shit to clear in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i always felt.. it's wrong for us to judge other people's tribulations because...we are not in that situation and therefore not in the right position to judge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all... doubt and faith may reinforce each other in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-681199327016886714?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/681199327016886714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=681199327016886714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/681199327016886714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/681199327016886714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/doubt-and-renewal-of-faith.html' title='doubt and renewal of faith'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-4212776519035895076</id><published>2007-09-06T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:55:42.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotion and logic</title><content type='html'>one of my closest friends told me that i tend to deviate between the emotional or logical mode. Yeah i have those zealous logical moments...and then when i get down..i get superbly emo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's how i confuse people sometimes. one moment i seem so rational and calm, the next i will panic and start becoming super grouchy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my good friend is the opposite, he possesses the ability to have both happening at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here comes the dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i like someone..hypothetically i dislike the person's profile and yet "love" the person's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-4212776519035895076?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4212776519035895076/comments/default' title='Post 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AND YELLOW (MANUAL OF LOVE 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SwmI8x6o2_A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SwmI8x6o2_A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nothing beats the tunes of ibiza :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-7771317377430737560?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7771317377430737560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=7771317377430737560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be a really nice animation. basically no more pretentious trying to hard to please the audience type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel good movie with some feel-good factor about being comfortable in your own skin or ratty fur in this instance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love its theme anyone can cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such spin and satire on all those ridiculous cook shows where it goes somethings like "If X can cook, so can  you" type of nonsense. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it also struck a chord in me that...sometimes in all our eagerness to excel too much, we don't cut enough slack for ourselves to feel inadequate and then we try too hard to bend towards other people's expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the society's definition of perfection an indicator of our own self satisfaction? or does it just merely feed into people's insecurities only to leave us feeling even more unwanted ever before? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on other notes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but sometimes i do wonder if in the pursuit of achieving my goals am i turning to the person whom i detest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under stress and a lack of sleep...well terrible combination, caught myself turning nastier than usual to people around me...which makes me wonder sometimes if what i am doing is really worth the while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again... perhaps i seriously need all these time out moments..in order to feel alive and human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. there you go. a very blah input from me yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck. anyone can blog :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6847333226346229912?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6847333226346229912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6847333226346229912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6847333226346229912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6847333226346229912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/09/movie-and-catch-up.html' title='the movie and catch up'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6278773133005033875</id><published>2007-09-04T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:43:12.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colour my eyes -Mark Norman presents Celine - tiesto mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zLypsk1zuN8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zLypsk1zuN8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good song...sweet sounds of tiesto. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6278773133005033875?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6278773133005033875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6278773133005033875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fairy-tale twist, i'm getting many really good friends in adulthood...i guess maybe it's god's way of making it up to me...after depriving me of such fruitful friendships during the earlier part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yupz..ha ha that's all i'm going to say la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friend at office, best friend at school, best friend at parties, best buddies in choir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh so go forth and make as many "best friends" as you can (ya technically..we're only allowed to make one best friend..but heck la..heh..what's wrong with having a lot of a good thing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2101499977650620372?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2101499977650620372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>this has been a rather traumatic week for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so torned..emotionally, physically and mentally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me do a quick recap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was a day where i missed that someone..whom i know ......gives me a paradoxical relationship...makes me happy yet could make me very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tuesday was a weird day where everyone was trying to look for me in vain...then i received notice that my uncle who was dying from lung cancer... has finally passed on. somehow i felt happy la...that he has found the peace he wanted...and that he has found God, oddly through his neighbour..even though his siblings and their kids have already converted decades ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was madness...as i sorted out a lot of loose ends and had to attend a pretty long workshop...THEN meet an old friend who's off to washington. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday... was another mad day where i was trying to tighten more loose ends...worked non-stop and then went out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally friday............ where i had to go through lots of lessons........lost my cool and temper. tried to chill out end up losing my handphone YET AGAIN THIS YEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but strangely this time round..i reacted mildly compared to the previous time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just told myself... at least i didn't lose my ipod or my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't lose my friends or my immediate family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't lose my job or my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't lose my humanity or intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't lose much actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow..when you are being pushed to the edge so many times... even though you get cut non-stop in every way...or even worse...cut and cut on the same spot...you learn to become stronger and more appreciative of what has to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite happy that at the very least...i've learnt to be positive despite everything that happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just glad to have friends who asked if i was ok...who didn't judge me when i was downcast.....illogical........emo-ing.......unreasonable..........demanding........exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just simply listened and listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps there is truly a reason why things happen the way they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's god's will afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one day i will finally find peace with god..the way my uncle did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-7493903680466709355?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7493903680466709355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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SUCH A THING?</title><content type='html'>just a ridiculously dramatic weekend..that ends with a cooling misty rainy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how surreal is it...for you to revisit some of your assumptions about who is your soul mate and who ought to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the person who does not fit into your ideal profile list turns out to be the best person for you in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's odd isn't it... aren't we supposed to get along more with people who are so much more like us...and yet we yearn for those people who have traits which we can never hope to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... just an afternoon musing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3446054288591845779?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2577707264954473377</id><published>2007-08-16T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:11:11.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Hustle by The Fatback Band Mexican Vinyl Compilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fcR8axbJedA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fcR8axbJedA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gosh an outdated version of what i hear at the clubs but still nice :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2577707264954473377?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-1815228572842768503</id><published>2007-08-15T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:26:22.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kh - Let The Drums Speak - Fatboy Slim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/4zFXG6UTl64' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/4zFXG6UTl64'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i prefer the phil asher's version...by Bah Samba heh. but this is the closest i can find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tune.... that really makes me dance ....and be merry...in a detached manner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-23013752.post-477434761865225021</id><published>2007-08-12T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:55:43.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVORCES, CANCER AND RELATIONSHIPS</title><content type='html'>yupz. my pet topic. relationships and more relationships. but back to the agenda. &lt;br /&gt;it was mighty a gloomy sunday morning as i headed down to the familiar white walls and antibiotics stench of the hospital ward at NUH today with my dad and sister. We went to see my uncle, who's suffering from lung cancer. The poor old man aged so much...and yes... this may sound like some anti-smoking advertisement but ya... smoking does kill. it's sad to see that he's just waiting to die as he holds the bible and rosary closely by his side. yet his humanly side shows when he craves for unhealthy drinks like coke, orange juice and so forth to quench his thirst. perhaps his thirst to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt alienated by this encounter, rather disconnected and detached. I was never close to him yet as my dad stood by him, there was this odd sense of silence as they had nothing to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wonder if one day, the state of my relationship with my sisters would reach to that state. hopefully not. but then it got me thinking on a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as my uncle was a misfit in the family, he had been a loving husband, and statistically, his marriage is successful given that he and his wife are still loving...when my dad's other siblings have divorced with their spouses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it... relationships are the worst investments one can ever have, because it's based on luck, chance, fate and destiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) you can love a person who doesn't deserve your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) you can also dislike a person who really loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) it's hard to differentiate between passionate love and everlasting love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is. when my uncle's wife asked me two pertinent questions, can i cook and do i have a boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...my purpose in life is to cook and be a maid to a guy? hmmm perhaps not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in bohemian style, i just told her off the cuff that money is my boyfriend for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for at least money is tangible and useful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well... just plain old cynical once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-477434761865225021?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/477434761865225021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=477434761865225021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/477434761865225021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/477434761865225021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/08/divorces-cancer-and-relationships.html' title='DIVORCES, CANCER AND RELATIONSHIPS'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2802035733313627924</id><published>2007-08-11T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:06:29.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REBELLION IN MY TWENTIES</title><content type='html'>it's mighty odd that i grew up as the dutiful daughter and student only to end up like an edgy adult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be that i was made to grow up too quickly or is it resentful boiling over for way too long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i do wonder if the process of self discovery was perhaps delayed and so now i'm doing the exploration and acting like a bloody spoilt teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so which is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting into trouble when you're too young and with parents at your backs and when you're too broke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or getting into trouble when you're too old, with no parenst at your back and yet you can afford the expensive fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adult rebellion. i'm in for it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2802035733313627924?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2802035733313627924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=2802035733313627924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2802035733313627924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2802035733313627924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/08/rebellion-in-my-twenties.html' title='REBELLION IN MY TWENTIES'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-8712851029099571388</id><published>2007-08-10T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:32:19.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS VERSUS LOVERS</title><content type='html'>It really really sucks that some people whom you love really a lot can never be your lovers. Well, that's a conclusion i made with some friends the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotional attachment and companionship does not seem to be enough and add in the complication of a crazy century's working pace, broken down society and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps that's why i'm better off being the gal pal of my male guyfriends, rather than being the muse...the girlfriend material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're the gal pal, you get endless loyalty points and emotional support from your guyfriends, no emotional hang-ups or sexually tense situations. just plain old simple friendship. and even if crap happens in the love scene, you'll still be friends. you're also free to date around and meet new people. no jealousy, no outbursts, no terrible scenes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, when you're the girlfriend, there are just too much responsibility, expectations and obligations that make the formally steamy moments rather unsexy. suddenly you got to give up time spent with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just maybe i've grown too cynical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-8712851029099571388?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8712851029099571388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=8712851029099571388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/8712851029099571388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/8712851029099571388'/><link rel='alternate' 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romance between liz and max is spectacular. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6870511382710601049?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6870511382710601049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6870511382710601049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6870511382710601049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6870511382710601049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-more-time.html' title='One More Time'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-371730386173781043</id><published>2007-08-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:12:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A DAY OF DEBATING AND DOCUMENTARY</title><content type='html'>yeah finally the debates are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... headed down with dear fern to watch a local film  by Tan Pin Pin, it was a documentary called invisible city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the lazy girl that i was...i was really happy that fern asked me if i wanted to watch it too when she went to buy it heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the docu was fab. it talks loosely about the ownership of singapore's history and it was a refreshing look at it. beyond the silly text book definitions and labels, it looked at the viewpoints of one ethnographer, one professor, one archaeologist, one old guy reflecting on the old days of chinese students, one guy who used to fight against the japanese during world war 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again...it's my interpretation. i guess tt's the beauty of such docus... it invites reaction and contemplation among its audience...rather than dictate the themes and values. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more info... you can refer to this url&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://invisiblecity.sg/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-371730386173781043?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/371730386173781043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>waiting for the right moment&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the wrong moment to painfully zip past you&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the best moment to tell your friend the worst news&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the worst moment so that you can spite your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, wait wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many of us dread waiting? well i have my hands and legs raised up on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially for an answer, for direction for some clue, for some inkling of suggestion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am waiting for a direction in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so much from the god from above but of course from myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this waiting period will end soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-7246813120774059595?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7246813120774059595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=7246813120774059595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7246813120774059595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/7246813120774059595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-914733941452783768</id><published>2007-07-29T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:33:46.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Going on 30- back to the start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/So_3TNkcuKE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/So_3TNkcuKE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my current state of mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-914733941452783768?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/914733941452783768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=914733941452783768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/914733941452783768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/914733941452783768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/13-going-on-30-back-to-start.html' title='13 Going on 30- back to the start.'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6949370704561078096</id><published>2007-07-28T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:51:03.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got tagged</title><content type='html'>got tagged by my dear friend sue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer One: On the Outside&lt;br /&gt;Name: justagirl/you should know :p&lt;br /&gt;Current status: Single and unavailable &lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: black&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Right…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Two: On the inside&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: smell of dead pet fish and basically bad scents. &lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: nice nua place....or nice place playing the band &lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: no favourites seafood maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first thing when you wake up: Turn on the snooze button and go back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: depends on whether or not i'm so tired i concuss... &lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: the times in jc...the times with friends..the times gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Four: Your Pick&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke &lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King: burger king&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single…&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Nike&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino or Coffee: coffee...dun like the foam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Five: Do You…&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: No. &lt;br /&gt;Curse: ha ha rhetorical question. &lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: hmmm :p &lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: not at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;Think you’ve in love: well being in love is just a state of the mind. &lt;br /&gt;Go to school: ha ha yes. &lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: nay.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: sometimes &lt;br /&gt;Think you’re a health freak: well..i'm starting to panick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Six: In the Past Month&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Yes…&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Yes…&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: yes&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: ha ha yes! &lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: i prefer highlights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Seven: Have you ever…&lt;br /&gt;Played a Stripping Game: nopez &lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: i don't change..i merely switch to my company's mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Eight: Age&lt;br /&gt;You’re hoping to get married: hmmm actually doesn't matter...when everything is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Nine: In a Girl/Guy&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Colour: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Colour: chestnut brown&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Ten: What were you doing&lt;br /&gt;1 Min ago: Doing this thing…&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ago: talking to my friends on msn. &lt;br /&gt;4.5 hours ago: on my way back in a cab &lt;br /&gt;1 Month Ago: having meetings. &lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago: er cannot remember la :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Eleven: Finish the sentence&lt;br /&gt;I Love: to dream, aspire, hope, wish, do, dare, argue, love, sing, dance, read. &lt;br /&gt;I Feel: renewed&lt;br /&gt;I Hate: hyprocrites, elitists, rude people. &lt;br /&gt;I Hide: my vulnerable emotions. &lt;br /&gt;I Need: space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: &lt;br /&gt;1) Brabra&lt;br /&gt;2) Evy&lt;br /&gt;3) Niki&lt;br /&gt;4) Lilian &lt;br /&gt;5) Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6949370704561078096?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6949370704561078096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6949370704561078096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6949370704561078096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6949370704561078096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/got-tagged.html' title='got tagged'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-6353082749511796691</id><published>2007-07-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:12:52.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart is Feeling Safe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourheartfeelingquiz/heart-7.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all is good with your heart. And you intend on keeping it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're deeply in love or just looking, you know that your heart will be taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;You never risk your heart too much, but you don't hold it back either. You know who to trust your heart with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, your heart is susceptible to: Getting a little too comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current outlook on love: Calm and future oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love life will improve if you: Treat other people's hearts the way you expect yours to be treated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for: Taking the people you're dating for granted&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourheartfeelingquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Heart Feeling?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pretty Happy Being Single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/single-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a full, fun life. And you definitely don't need love to be content.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being single can get you down a little. Especially when you've been single for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But you know how to be patient and wait for the right person. You're life is too good to settle for anything!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/"&gt;Are You Happy Being Single?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-6353082749511796691?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6353082749511796691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=6353082749511796691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6353082749511796691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/6353082749511796691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/invasion.html' title='invasion'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-5386153219286640686</id><published>2007-07-27T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:01:29.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>sometimes i used to wonder what it takes to make everyone happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i can't and i won't be able to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the least i can do is to make myself happy...yupz... time for some self-enrichment activities where i can find myself again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a really mad week so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-5386153219286640686?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5386153219286640686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=5386153219286640686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5386153219286640686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5386153219286640686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-9051978330730602768</id><published>2007-07-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:58:16.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>riddle me nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Flashy Red Bra!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/flashy-red-bra.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing, friendly, and fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;You're a charmer, with your pick of the men.&lt;br /&gt;But you want a man who's as magnetic as you are.&lt;br /&gt;You need someone who can keep up with your all night gab fests!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bra Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 43% Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouscareoffmenquiz/scary-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty normal, nice girl... but you definitely have your scary moments.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you acknowledge them and apologize, you'll probably keep your guy around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouscareoffmenquiz/"&gt;Do You Scare Off Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-9051978330730602768?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/9051978330730602768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=9051978330730602768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/9051978330730602768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/9051978330730602768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/riddle-me-nonsense.html' title='riddle me nonsense'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-2059449451471613224</id><published>2007-07-22T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:11:59.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hed kandi mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/l9KRI_QKwIQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/l9KRI_QKwIQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh one of my favourite tracks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-2059449451471613224?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2059449451471613224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=2059449451471613224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2059449451471613224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/2059449451471613224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/hed-kandi-mix.html' title='hed kandi mix'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-8338692608403782862</id><published>2007-07-22T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T17:17:55.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Going on 30 - Why Can't I by Liz Phair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/N_0aP-rsDME' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/N_0aP-rsDME'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a load of me, get a load of you &lt;br /&gt;Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you &lt;br /&gt;It's just like we were meant to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands with you, and we're out at night &lt;br /&gt;Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right &lt;br /&gt;And I've got someone waiting too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is, this is just the beginning &lt;br /&gt;We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you &lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it &lt;br /&gt;So tell me &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the best part of breakin' up &lt;br /&gt;Finding someone else you can't get enough of &lt;br /&gt;Someone who wants to be with you too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch &lt;br /&gt;Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch &lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't it be beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, we're at the beginning &lt;br /&gt;We haven't fucked yet, but &amp;gt; heads spinning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you &lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it &lt;br /&gt;So tell me &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love for you to make me wonder &lt;br /&gt;Where it's goin' &lt;br /&gt;I'd love for you to pull me under &lt;br /&gt;Somethin's growin' &lt;br /&gt;for this that we can control &lt;br /&gt;Baby I am dyin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you &lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it &lt;br /&gt;So tell me &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-8338692608403782862?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8338692608403782862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=8338692608403782862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/8338692608403782862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/8338692608403782862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/13-going-on-30-why-can-i-by-liz-phair.html' title='13 Going on 30 - Why Can&amp;#39;t I by Liz Phair'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-5535683292957584787</id><published>2007-07-22T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:19:08.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue</title><content type='html'>yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling extremely exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the point that i am really stretched very thin and really really tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow.. i have been getting the same message from different people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you got to think for yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it doesn't help that since young i'm made to think for others....care for my family.. care for my friends... care for my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if this caring nature of mind is taking a toll on my own personality. or rather is it consuming me too much to the point that i no longer have goals for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's a tough balance..given that i do see myself as a caretaker of others. the emotional pillar. the one who is supposed to be sensible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i guess i can never ran away from the very idea that i really need to take care of myself...if not no one would. and when that happens..it'll be scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...just some rambling from a grouchy tired woman who obviously needs more sleep to function.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-5535683292957584787?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5535683292957584787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=5535683292957584787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5535683292957584787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/5535683292957584787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-3596567489022985355</id><published>2007-07-19T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:47:54.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>i don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so meaningless and low. it's like no matter how hard i try..things just simply become worse...argh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad time period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuff ranting..back to the grind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-3596567489022985355?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3596567489022985355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=3596567489022985355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3596567489022985355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/3596567489022985355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23013752.post-611667578028567720</id><published>2007-07-16T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T00:50:17.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more and more..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Fall!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonwomanareyouquiz/autumn.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;Expressive&lt;br /&gt;Creative&lt;br /&gt;Poetic&lt;br /&gt;Smart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonwomanareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Woman Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Beauty Element is Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeautyelementquiz/water.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feminine and dreamy, your beauty style is classic and very vintage.&lt;br /&gt;But you never look out of style! You have a way of making classic looks modern again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeautyelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beauty Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Coy Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/coy-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not seem like you're flirting, but you know exactly what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;You draw people in, very calculatingly, without them even knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Subtle and understated, you know how to best leverage your sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;A sexy enigma, you easily become an object of obsession.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Pocket Jeans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatstyleofwomensjeansareyouquiz/no-pocket-jeans.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident and completely comfortable with your body.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind showing off - in fact, you put it all out there!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstyleofwomensjeansareyouquiz/"&gt;What Style of Womens Jeans Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Expression Number is 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be associated with idealistic concepts and spiritual issues.&lt;br /&gt;You have high potentials that are somewhat difficult to live up to.&lt;br /&gt;You have very strong intuition and you can be a bit psychic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly inspirational, you can lead merely by your own example.&lt;br /&gt;You have an inborn inner strength and awareness that helps you advise others.&lt;br /&gt;Although you have what it takes for a successful career, you belong outside the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overly sensitive and temperamental, you tend to have a lot of nervous tension.&lt;br /&gt;You dream a lot, so much so that you may be more of a dreamer than a doer.&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy and reality tend to get intermingled for you, and that leads to impracticality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23013752-611667578028567720?l=azureblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/611667578028567720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23013752&amp;postID=611667578028567720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/611667578028567720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23013752/posts/default/611667578028567720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azureblessing.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-and-more.html' title='more and more..'/><author><name>justagirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
