<?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-6594328</id><updated>2011-07-31T08:13:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mumbled; scrambled; jumbled</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>504</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-133514191910386505</id><published>2010-04-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:39:17.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OFFICIALLY MOVED TO: &lt;a href="http://www.psychedelicbolts.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.psychedelicbolts.tumblr.com&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/6594328-133514191910386505?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/133514191910386505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/133514191910386505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#133514191910386505' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-53946656835901838</id><published>2010-02-26T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:24:13.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HEAD UP IN THE CLOUDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;This has been some week! A sinful sinful week. It has been an extreme dose of sheer gluttony. Steamboat is always a hot favourite (no pun intended) this time of the year . The weather is so extremely hot though, which kinda kills the mood for steamboat. If only it was rainy and all dreary, everyone sitting around a hot pot would seem like such a better idea, then people sweating it out in an impromptu sauna session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always wondered how my life would be like if i was 2 sizes down. Would i be different? Would things be better? Would things be worse? Would my life be different? Would my career be different? Would i have had more opportunities? Would i be bolder in pursuing what i really love, what i really have passion in? These thought never fail to stray far from my mind. Since the age of 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;With so many things going on, its so easy to forget everything. People are always saying, " That's what an organiser is for. Thats why you need to jot things down." Yeah but what if you forget to jot things down? With the different channels of receiving and sending information nowadays its a wonder that people can actually remember everything. You can send out an instant message, get a reply through a phone call, send out a reminder through short message service and get a notification&amp;nbsp; via email and the electronic list goes on and on. Most of the time because you receive so much information from everywhere it is so difficult to recall where you received it, through which channel and by whom. If only everything had the search function that comes with your email. I just hope that with all these events slowly building up i don't forget anything important!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I never needed you for judgment&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you to question what i spent&lt;br /&gt;I never ask for help, I take care of myself, I don't know why you think you got a hold on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-53946656835901838?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/53946656835901838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/53946656835901838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#53946656835901838' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6783281006895907205</id><published>2010-02-25T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:38:58.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SURREAL REALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I really wish i had more to do. I mean i am not complaining but it just seems like such a waste of time just sitting there, watching the hours fly by. It so unproductive that it’s really quite sinful. It shouldn't be this easy, it feels more like a holiday job than anything else. I rather be up to my head full of work than not having anything much to do. It may be tiring and i may start complaining but it beats not having much to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The best thing about going to work late is having the energy for after work activities and not having to worry about staying out too late. The day passes a lot faster this way and this lifestyle might change sooner or later but at the moment i am rather contented with the way my social calendar is going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate how people are constantly moving all over this globe. There will always be someone jetting off or someone coming back its getting so difficult to track. And it’s really saddening but then again then i guess people would be more appreciative of things around them. I just dislike how I’m always here. I want to be jetting off all over the place too. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss this whole blogging experience. The daily reflections. Since I’m so free i would actually start blogging daily again, or try to. It’s therapeutical. It makes me feel like i can tick one thing off the check list and feel a slight sense that the day was not all wasted and that i actually accomplished something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm really sad over the whole situation now. What started off as something so ambitious that lead to such great results, that proved the diligence and tenacity of so many is slowly crumbling to bits, and all it took were a few idiots. Do they not have any respect for the effort that was slogged out to build it up to what it is today? The amount of sweat, tears, sleepless nights that have gone into everything? Are they so ignorant of that fact? Or just plain stupid? Even if they fail to sense or see all that, where is their sense of responsibility? Their sense of pride in what they do? It just makes me so mad thinking about it. Very mad, but more sad than anything else. Saddened how very selfish some people have become. It’s really simple, if you agree to do something then do it to the best of your ability. That all anyone is asking, and that’s all you should ask of yourself. No one is asking you to create a legacy. You may want to do something different but did you think of the repercussions? Do you think it’s just a one off thing? Have you even cleared your head from the clouds and thought about whatever is happening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And even as I wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m keeping you in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You’re a candle in the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;On a cold, dark winters night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6783281006895907205?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6783281006895907205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6783281006895907205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6783281006895907205' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6892239477778120415</id><published>2010-02-07T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:32:55.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T STOP BELIEVING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;As i am waiting for SHUN to finish syncing i've decided to blog. Since i haven't done so for the longest time too. Anyway since school started everything has been rather crazy. The best thing of the whole work thing? Is the luxury of waking up at 9 plus 10. That part totally rocks. Also the ability ( at this point of time) to actually have a social life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Its so weird that Marcus is in army. To me he's always my little brother, who well, is just this young boy. Not THAT young, but like younger than me kinda young. The fact that he is now is army is just such a foreign thing. Like him being in some ulu jungle and like sweating like a pig out in the blistering sweltering sun and doing overnight marches or what ever thing they do in army. Its just, plain well, weird. And its strange too how he won't be home for long periods of time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I think its nice to just go over and talk. Even though we're not doing anything special in particular, other than watching either MS or JM or occasionally AC its just really nice and comfortable. I'm will miss her when she is gone. Someone who would actually indulge me in my shoe rants, cause the sister just is a total bf about shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/S22m57a4tmI/AAAAAAAACH4/iL6B4hf3Hcs/s1600-h/20269_280711638438_517593438_3378464_6381404_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/S22m57a4tmI/AAAAAAAACH4/iL6B4hf3Hcs/s320/20269_280711638438_517593438_3378464_6381404_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/S22m4rOenLI/AAAAAAAACHw/91_i8DBZ4PY/s1600-h/20269_280711633438_517593438_3378463_4361925_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/S22m4rOenLI/AAAAAAAACHw/91_i8DBZ4PY/s320/20269_280711633438_517593438_3378463_4361925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/S22m3Zg43SI/AAAAAAAACHo/ilDriwCCpXA/s1600-h/20269_280711063438_517593438_3378412_4165682_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/S22m3Zg43SI/AAAAAAAACHo/ilDriwCCpXA/s320/20269_280711063438_517593438_3378412_4165682_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by the entrance of the tube&lt;br /&gt;We can talk things over a little time&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you won't stand by the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6892239477778120415?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6892239477778120415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6892239477778120415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6892239477778120415' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/S22m57a4tmI/AAAAAAAACH4/iL6B4hf3Hcs/s72-c/20269_280711638438_517593438_3378464_6381404_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8575903819504071123</id><published>2010-01-21T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:57:40.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SHOUT IT FROM THE FLAG POLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Crap. I totally miss the days when i had this compulsion to blog every single day. It was somewhat like doing a daily reflection of the events/ thoughts that happened in a day. Upon which i would choose certain thoughts/memories i would like to preserve down/ share and further ponder on them. Recently, i just found out that there is a term to sum up what i have just said, which is meta-cognition. Recently i hardly have the time to even gather my thoughts as they are usually all over the place and ruled by a bell. I need to start doing that again. I should try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Its weird to actually start work. Or more like its weird in a normal way. In a sense that its not like this is the first time i'm doing what i'm doing now but its just weird that this is the REAL DEAL. I do enjoy it though in a mild way. I mean i would prefer not working or more like being kept busy with other things but i definitely do not detest what i'm doing neither do i dread it. I can't say i don't look forward to each day but neither can i say i do. I am not unhappy doing what i am doing but i would wish i had more to do or something more exciting. I'm like a schizophrenic in that sense. The kids though, they just make everything worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe Jan is coming to an end but i'm definitely looking forward to February. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A singer in a smoky room&lt;br /&gt;A smell of wine and cheap perfume&lt;br /&gt;For a smile they can share the night&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8575903819504071123?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8575903819504071123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8575903819504071123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8575903819504071123' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4255927343494334229</id><published>2009-12-31T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:43:03.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SWEET DREAMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Out with the old and in with the new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It doesn't feel like the end of the year. This year just held too many changes and even till now it hasn't really settled in yet. Experienced many new things, felt many different things, understood, or maybe still grappling to understand the complexity of certain things. I just can't believe it is ending. It doesn't feel like a right time to end the year. Maybe a another month would be just right. Or maybe its just the fact that i recently started something new and hence it does not seem like anything should be ending at this moment. 2009 i will definitely miss you. It has been too memorable a year not to miss. All the good and all the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And next year i have a long list of resolutions i plan to write out and keep track off, somewhat like ms. bridget jones, except i am not that desperate for a partner and definitely not willing to put out for co-workers or mother's friends' sons. And then at the end of 2010 i will have to check all of them. I've never really been a person for resolutions, every year with the same resolution of losing weight which never seemed to get me anywhere. Its like the kind of resolution that a person would break year after year but start each year with that resolution. Its rather comical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Why should I feel ashamed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Feeling guilty at the mention of your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Here we are again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's really perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4255927343494334229?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4255927343494334229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4255927343494334229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4255927343494334229' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8861246292445670537</id><published>2009-12-26T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:11:12.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FELIZ NAVIDAD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I would have liked to blog more over the post few days cause they have been full of action and packed like hell, but at 4 am in the morning every single day, i was looking more forward to the bed then to typing a post then going to bed. One thing that saddens me though was that i didn't even mention to take photos at all. Not even on christmas. I think they are mainly in Max's and Kwek's camera. The only passable excuse that i can come up with is that i was rather zonked out this whole period. And thats also the sucky thing about going for a holiday and coming back like just 5 days before christmas, with a ton of things to settle before christmas arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;So the rest of the days in Hong Kong just consisted of more shopping and eating. My feet went crazy from all that walking about. They're shopping centres are HUGE and with every shop almost having a sale, we can't couldn't resist to stop by and try things and buy stuff. ANd the food, mannn, they is just so much to eat there! The lights were beautiful, there were really pretty gardens full of hollies, some buildings were real elegant. It was really a wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SzXDAxE2ipI/AAAAAAAACHU/HKaNqNXHi_Q/s1600-h/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SzXDAxE2ipI/AAAAAAAACHU/HKaNqNXHi_Q/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;br /&gt;Prospero Año y Felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8861246292445670537?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8861246292445670537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8861246292445670537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8861246292445670537' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SzXDAxE2ipI/AAAAAAAACHU/HKaNqNXHi_Q/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-1560754923837886748</id><published>2009-12-17T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:26:46.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOP CHOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I had pork bun for brunch which was really interesting cause i don't think i've ever had a hamburger made with pork. It was really light and yummy though it was situated at a place i would never have considered walking into, if my parents had not lead us there. It was so hidden, its a wonder they actually discovered that place the last time they were in. Anothing that the cafe (tea house) is famous for is their.. INSTANT NOODLES. HAHA. They are really quite good, despite it being instant noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SykJarDJXRI/AAAAAAAACG0/l2KJonfjZLU/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SykJarDJXRI/AAAAAAAACG0/l2KJonfjZLU/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SykJqsfVLWI/AAAAAAAACG8/sw50h6Axakc/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SykJqsfVLWI/AAAAAAAACG8/sw50h6Axakc/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Even though there are an amazing array and unlimited rqange of shops here, i think the service is really quite bad. The staff here are really rude and they just mutter under their breath as though you can't hear what they are saying. I was rather disgusted quite a number of things. They are just so unfriendly. I mean, come on, we are not even locals, so we can't speak the language smoothly, you have to be more patient with us. And even at times when they speak in english, it should so much like a fusion of canto and english that its really difficult to process what they are saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The christmas lights here are amazing. They are so creative, beautiful and so nicely decorated. From the boat, on the way to the Hong Kong main island, at night there are all theses beautiful lights that adorn the buildings with well wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SykJztDBIlI/AAAAAAAACHE/4TtQLUDTjqI/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SykJztDBIlI/AAAAAAAACHE/4TtQLUDTjqI/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Burning through my darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You're the only one that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Think I'm addicted to your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-1560754923837886748?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1560754923837886748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1560754923837886748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1560754923837886748' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SykJarDJXRI/AAAAAAAACG0/l2KJonfjZLU/s72-c/IMG_0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-356575935209111213</id><published>2009-12-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:01:13.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;WAKING UP IN HK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;OMG. There are just so many people in hong kong! Its only a tuesday night but everywhere was PACKED with people. The streets were so packed, it was like everyone decided to go christmas shopping tonight. I think SG would be something like that in a few years down the road, which would really suck as the weather in SG is nothing less than terrible. Its either freakishly hot, or exasperatingly wet. If its culminates to the same thing back home, i don't think i'll ever go shopping, probably just on weekdays, in the day. Hopefully it doesn't come too soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyejBBpPPpI/AAAAAAAACGc/P6sAl7DlMO0/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyejBBpPPpI/AAAAAAAACGc/P6sAl7DlMO0/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;STEVE MADDENS!! Woohoo, i was so psyched that i finally got a pair! So tempted to get another BUT i will resist and only if i have extra kaching left then would i go and get them. They are so pretty and comfortable though. But no, i have to get this other shoe online that i really wanted but it was out of stock. Tough luck. More shopping to do! (: Its really tiring though. Especially with all that pushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyejJQ-wIMI/AAAAAAAACGk/tMMpKikHuvg/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyejJQ-wIMI/AAAAAAAACGk/tMMpKikHuvg/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Interesting thing of the day: Taking the DING DING, which is what they call the trams in HK. Why, its called ding ding is cause when it pulls up at each stop it goes DING DING. This and the ferry are both extremely afforable at jsut 2HKD per ride, which is roughly about 40 cents? And they allow you to stand at the upper deck! HAHA. I know its nothing fantastic but we never get that opportunity. Its also quite cool that we take a ferry everyday to the main island cause we're staying at Tsim Tsha Tchui. Its like living on Sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyejQ_wRK6I/AAAAAAAACGs/1vPA1K8afF4/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyejQ_wRK6I/AAAAAAAACGs/1vPA1K8afF4/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You wanna cash out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And get the hell outta town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't be a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember what you told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-356575935209111213?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/356575935209111213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/356575935209111213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#356575935209111213' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyejBBpPPpI/AAAAAAAACGc/P6sAl7DlMO0/s72-c/IMG_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6289452625902871906</id><published>2009-12-15T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:27:04.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SUPERSIZE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Been in HK for 2 days so far and still getting used to it. It really sucks to be staying so close to so many shops that i don't even dare to step into. Like Chanel, Dior, LV, Cartier, VAn Cleef and Arpels&amp;nbsp;etc. There are scores of people lining up to go in and all i can do is tuck my hands into my pocket and comfort myself with the thought that one day i would definitely be able to go inside and come out feeling satisfied. I know its so sick and shallow, but that would be my achilles heel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyZ0Le5td8I/AAAAAAAACGU/vy65H9H5ky4/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyZ0Le5td8I/AAAAAAAACGU/vy65H9H5ky4/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And the big Budha is REALLY BIG, he sits up on this mountain which is rather inaccessible. Having taken the cable car all the way up, with its clear crystal bottom was definitely an experience. Much better than the disappointment i faced in the evening when we went to the MEGA HUGE outlet store and i didn't get any clothing. It was so surreal, plus we were rushing for time so i guess i wanted to squeeze in more than i had the time to and ended up not really able to check through everything. Its HUGE though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyZz6M5kGVI/AAAAAAAACGM/9wDFqY41lbs/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyZz6M5kGVI/AAAAAAAACGM/9wDFqY41lbs/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You say you like my bag and the color of my nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You can see that I got it goin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna make sure you remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So I'ma leave my number on your video phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6289452625902871906?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6289452625902871906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6289452625902871906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6289452625902871906' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SyZ0Le5td8I/AAAAAAAACGU/vy65H9H5ky4/s72-c/IMG_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4998559238339273181</id><published>2009-12-13T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T06:21:40.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;UP UP AND AWAAAYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And we should be leaving in about 2 mins, but as you can tell, since i'm just beginning to blog, i don't think that is actually the case. This would be the final real trip that i'll be having all expenses paid. HAHA. On one hand its sad yet on the other, i'm glad i don't really have to be that much of a financial burden anymore. Its liberating i guess. I am so not ready for this trip, still racking my brains real hard thinking of anything i would have missed out. Really tired (from having to wake at 5.45) and really hungry (due to the fact we had dinner at like 6). I was supposed to plan the itenary but it totally slipped my mind, so i'm really hoping there is something if not i'll just declare it a shopping spree, of which my dad would definitely swoop in and take control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I think after September, December is the next best month. Not only is it when christmas is, but its also when everyone special are all in one country. I really had some great times, and i can't believe i'm leaving when they got back not long ago. Plus due to the JOB i didn't really get much time to catch up properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4998559238339273181?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4998559238339273181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4998559238339273181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4998559238339273181' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-2964611454463146095</id><published>2009-12-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:12:38.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;IT'S BEEN SO HOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And i realised i have even blogged this December! Time is really passing fast, i'm almost done with this rather insane job, though this week is far crazier than all the past 7 weeks. I'm so glad its almost over though. Just like 3 more days. (: Today was NOT fun, but it was different. People actually were coming to you, you didn't have to go to them. It was strange. However if i were one of the people i would be so highly irritated. I mean there you are trying to make your way to work and there are like arms shooting around you, offering apples, flyers, magazines, newspapers, dairy products. I think i would be really annoyed, especially at like 8am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I mean i know this is already the last week, but having to work straight throughout without a day's break is crazy. I only manage to get the breaks because i have requested for them, but other wise i would be expected to work 11 days straight without a break. Compassion? And to anyone who think, jez whats just 11 days? It is not easy standing for 7 hours a day in the BLISTERING COLD and then finding out, that on the days you were supposed to have off, you have got to be STANDING again getting up at like 5 plus 6 in the morning to work. Its mentally and physically draining. I'm kinda dreading the afternoon session tomorrow cause i think its going to be HOT. I'm hoping REALLY HARD its going to be really cloudly or raining. Though i think despite it raining we'd still have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I want your drama&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;I want you leather studded kiss in the scene&lt;br /&gt;And I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-2964611454463146095?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2964611454463146095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2964611454463146095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2964611454463146095' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8171429494456010536</id><published>2009-11-30T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:49:36.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;ANTI GRINCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't think i've had a week as packed as this week in a long long time. Well, maybe not exactly an extremely long time, i think since i've ended school, which to me seems like my other life. It seems like i've graduated eons ago, even though it has only been less than 6 months. Never would i have ever dreamt, when i was still schooling that my life would be how it is today. Its really a mad world. I'm quite anxious about this sunday but i hope everything turns out well, i hope most of all that everyone enjoys themselves. I mean, hopefully there are no hiccups but even if any do occur, i think the most important thing is that everyone enjoys themselves and have a great afternoon. Ultimately, happiness, joy fun and laughter is best when shared and i think the best gift anyone can ever receive. What is the point of having all material things in ones possession if one is neither happy nor satisfied? And aren't people seeking such materialistic goals in hopes of seeking a sense of joy and satisfaction? However they add up just wanting more and more things, never truly satisfied with what they already have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Just running through my photos made my realise how much i miss everyone from school. Well not from school, school per say but more from like university. I miss times when i happen to chance upon people and have like maybe 5 min catch up sessions before hurriedly rushing to class cause i'm late or something. When everyone meets at a certain event and just jest around and talk nonsense. Its all these little things that i miss the most. Especally hall with all those wacks around. Like the one who talks to her two bears, and the one who likes to take naps before dinner. Even the one who lives a few blocks down the road. And then there is all that eye candy around. I definitely don't get much of that around now a days. SIGHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I knew this was a dream it was too good to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Coincidences were a bit much too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Who wants to wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Who wants to lose it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Who wants to live in this place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't, so I'll be sleeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8171429494456010536?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8171429494456010536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8171429494456010536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8171429494456010536' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8012300318428256815</id><published>2009-11-28T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:57:22.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;TOO BAD TOO LATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Maybe, owing to the fact that i was brought up in an english speaking environment and the fact that for a good 11 years of my life i was in schools were more people spoke english compared to any other language, i just took it for granted that most Singaporeans speak english. That people who spoke mandarin were the lesser of the chinese population. Maybe thats why i never particularly paid attention to mastering the chinese language well. Now however, i see i'm clearly wrong. And wish more than ever that i had put in more affect in grasping the language. It is so difficult for me to hold an actual conversation with the other working staff in mandarin and hence makes communication rather difficult. It really sucks. Half the time whenever they speak i have no freaking idea what they just said and so i just smile or laugh and hope it was a statement, something i don't have to reply to. Its really awkward. Thank goodness i went to NTU and actually grappled with the fact that i had to learn how to speak more mandarin or be left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I have yet to work at an outlet that has more rules. One rule even included not being allowed to wear jackets. When the security dude told me that all staff in that department were not allowed to wear jackets i was like UGHHH? I just stared at him. Where i work its friggin cold. Like so cold that your hand totally freezes up and can actually thaw when you're under the sun. I have to wear, on top of my polo tee, a cardigan and a jacket and i'm still cold. When he told me that, i just blurted out, " So i just don't wear and freeze??" I mean its totally wacko that i can't wear a jacket!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;All my ladies get it up&lt;br /&gt;I see you, I do the same&lt;br /&gt;Take it to another level&lt;br /&gt;No passengers on my plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8012300318428256815?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8012300318428256815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8012300318428256815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8012300318428256815' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8041396165023241971</id><published>2009-11-26T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:30:01.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEEKING MOIRA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;And today is the day that commemorates the birth of someone who is highly irritable yet lovable. A total contradictory person (maybe it runs in the genes). Someone with an extremely short fuse with people but who also has great patience and high tolerance towards all small animals. And hence to mark the birth of such a person, we went, after dinner to this new dessert bar, TOBY's, which IMHO is quite nice. Its definitely a place i would want to go back again to. Its a great place to chill and the names of the items on the menu really gave us a good laugh. My personal favorite was forest grump. It made me laugh quite a bit, just imagining a really grumpy wild thing in the forest just stomping around grumpily with a really moody ugly face. That would be some sight, but i don't think i would like to actually run into a forest grump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sw6b3lVyW9I/AAAAAAAACFs/cX7SRWDcmPw/s1600/IMG_0033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sw6b3lVyW9I/AAAAAAAACFs/cX7SRWDcmPw/s320/IMG_0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sw6b4s-1aRI/AAAAAAAACF0/ess2lNdcjgE/s1600/IMG_0034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sw6b4s-1aRI/AAAAAAAACF0/ess2lNdcjgE/s320/IMG_0034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sw6b7H4vTuI/AAAAAAAACF8/pWb8G4Ha3bE/s1600/IMG_0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sw6b7H4vTuI/AAAAAAAACF8/pWb8G4Ha3bE/s320/IMG_0035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sw6b8auOtyI/AAAAAAAACGE/yFRNxUdAVI4/s1600/IMG_0037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sw6b8auOtyI/AAAAAAAACGE/yFRNxUdAVI4/s320/IMG_0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Amy told me that she's gonna meet me up&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where or when and now they're closing up the club, oh&lt;br /&gt;I've seen her once or twice but boy she knows my face&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to see with all the people standing in the way, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8041396165023241971?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8041396165023241971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8041396165023241971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8041396165023241971' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sw6b3lVyW9I/AAAAAAAACFs/cX7SRWDcmPw/s72-c/IMG_0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-3747028851781252465</id><published>2009-11-24T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:42:29.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAYONARA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dinner tonight was definitely much more solemn than usual. I guess cause the dinner topics were much more serious. It really sucks that you spend more than half your life doing something and in less than a year so much changes. What's difficult would definitely be the transition period, getting used to the fact that you have become just like about another 60 or so percent of the population. Holding a job, rising before the sun is out, coming home after the sun is down. I got really depressed when that happened during my internship. I mean, it really sucked not being able to be out in the sun in the day, instead you're just stuck in office starring at the monitor. Yeah you do get paid to do that but.. It still is pretty sucky if you ask me. Well, as what everyone would say, it's just all part and parcel of life, you gotta make it work for you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm fighting all this power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Coming in my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Let it take me straight to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be running night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-3747028851781252465?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3747028851781252465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3747028851781252465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3747028851781252465' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4426420309895666220</id><published>2009-11-22T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:07:13.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUTBACK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My mother can be very contradictory. The things that she says sometimes really totally makes me go, UHHHH?!! Like when i was talking sounding half dead, cause i'm was totally whammed out she was all, "Why do you talk like that? Don't talk like that unless you are dying." But when i talk normally she says,"Why do you talk so loudly do you want the neighbours to know your whole life story?" I think i should just not talk at all. Then again she might say, " Why are you so quiet? Is there something wrong with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;These past few days have been quite crazy. With work and other things. Can't believe that little girl is in Perth now!vIt was rather funny sending her off and just reminiscing all the other trips I've taken on my own. She was so scared it was actually quite endearing. She asked," Jie what if this is like another final destination? What if I come home half dead?" What a lot of what ifs! I really wouldn't know what to do if that really happened. Hopefully she enjoys herself! Wonder how camping in Perth would actually feel like! Maybe I should give it a shot one day, with my sister as my guide. HAH. That'll really be the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning was so tiring!! But extremely fun! Its always fun if you do stuff in a group i guess. I totally would not imagine myself doing activities like such if i had to do them alone! And i'm so glad its SUNDAY! I have this thing for sundays now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A foxtrot above my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A sock hop beneath my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A disco ball is just hanging by a thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4426420309895666220?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4426420309895666220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4426420309895666220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4426420309895666220' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-402514686105584256</id><published>2009-11-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:06:22.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COL+ CHALLENGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully today would be the first and last day of this madness. It wasn't as tiring and strenuous as i expected. Maybe cause people were actually talking to me. The staff at that supermarket were really nice and i actually made a new friend. HAHA. Another guy was saying she was talking to me cause she wanted me to give her stuff but what the hell, it was rather interesting and at least it was some form of company. And now i totally have this OCD where i have to arrange whatever that is surrounding me nicely. Like if people take stuff and mess it up i just have to put it back nicely and like line them up and push the products to the front. Its crazy really and there are staff actually paid to do that kinda thing but i just do it anyway. The craziest part though is that i have to do it secretly and believe or not, i actually find some thrill in that. HAHA. And i actually LIKE doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm totally psyched that everyone is coming back!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One Tribe, one time, one planet, one race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; It's all one blood, don't care about your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; The color of your eye or the tone of your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Don't care where ya are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Don't care where ya been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-402514686105584256?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/402514686105584256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/402514686105584256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#402514686105584256' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4542727842723789028</id><published>2009-11-18T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:03:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VOLCANO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm really really really really angry. I don't think i've been that furious in an extremely long while. They are totally jesting with us. There is something wrong with their work ethics. I just can't figure out what is the problem, why everyone is so unhappy and wanting to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4542727842723789028?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4542727842723789028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4542727842723789028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4542727842723789028' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7139624253481691386</id><published>2009-11-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:54:58.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN THE DOLDRUMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today was really depressing. Even more depressing than the first day of work, i guess cause that only lasted slightly over an hour. And that was more of a challenge then just plain depressing. I don't understand why people just wouldn't want to sample. Its weird. I mean they have nothing to lose. Its not like i'm asking them to try some new NUCLEAR product that is harmful. This is really GOOD for a person, but no they won't try. And the worst part was there were DO MANY people. It was teeming with people. That was what just made my emotions plummet. It even made me question whether i could actually even accomplish this simple job. Its definitely not difficult but i don't seem to be doing well. It may just be a part time job, but i hate not being able to accomplish it well. I don't like just getting money for nothing. I like doing something, and that is why i always want to keep myself busy. Just standing around is easy, but its meaningless and time passes so much slower that way. I hope i'll be out of the rut i was in today and tomorrow will be much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At least i have something or more like someone to look forward to tomorrow!! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Yes you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; 'Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7139624253481691386?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7139624253481691386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7139624253481691386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7139624253481691386' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-1539450301631582988</id><published>2009-11-12T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:45:17.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIRST RUNNER UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;November is a month filled with a whole lot of birthdays. Well, i should rephrase that by saying November is a most filled month with birthdays of people who are really special! And all within a span of 8 days. I still think September ranks first amongst the months, followed by November. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Working in the service industry makes you humble. I think it would be a good experience for every single person. You would then truly know how to appreciate the person serving you. You will then know that it is not easy and that most of the times when things screw up its not in their power to do much. I hate it when i see people in the service industry getting"bullied" by people who pay for the service. I understand that the customers are paying and thus should deserve the service that they have paid for but sometimes, things are really not under the control of the person serving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;For example, when you want a certain colour of nail polish for your nails and it has run out. There is&amp;nbsp; no point scolding the staff serving you and demanding that you want a certain colour. If its not there, its not there. Its not their fault that it had run out. One may argue though and say that they should have reordered way before hand when the colour was running low, yes that is true, but the thing is what had happened had ALREADY happened. No one can change that fact, there is no point demanding for something that is not there and getting all worked up about it. Just take another colour! It won't kill, its not a life and death matter and gives you a chance to try something new! I've seen it happen more than once, and, no i am not talking about nail polish colours that have ran out, but of things along the same line as what i have described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And you completely know the power that you have&lt;br /&gt;The only one that makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Sad and it's not fair how you take advantage of the fact&lt;br /&gt;That I love you beyond the reason why&lt;br /&gt;And it just ain't right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-1539450301631582988?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1539450301631582988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1539450301631582988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1539450301631582988' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4986059595052804014</id><published>2009-11-11T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:01:19.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUMBLE BEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;First, a shout out to the two lovely birthday girls. Goldfish and constanceyeosoontat. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Have an enjoyable day today, as much as you possibly can. And remember, according to the book of life, your birthday is a week long so try and spend it as happily as you can remember and gather birthday memories you can save keep forever. (: OLVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvmqNQbGJtI/AAAAAAAACFk/gYnjhEoblps/s1600-h/IMG_2157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvmqNQbGJtI/AAAAAAAACFk/gYnjhEoblps/s400/IMG_2157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;See Marianne, thats the kind a thing you always get yourself into. Another tight spot. You always do this sort of thing to yourself and you have no one else to blame except, yourself. Sometimes i even wonder why i let myself into this kinda stuff and i don't think i have ever come up with a convincing answer other than the fact that it keeps me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's your birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We gon' party like it's yo birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and you know we don't give a fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's your birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4986059595052804014?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4986059595052804014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4986059595052804014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4986059595052804014' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvmqNQbGJtI/AAAAAAAACFk/gYnjhEoblps/s72-c/IMG_2157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-828828012349611331</id><published>2009-11-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:48:36.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE RMAs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night was beyond fun. Sang our hearts and lungs out. It was incidentally the first time experiencing karaoke in ENGLISH. So different from the times when all everyone sang were chinese songs. There we were with our alter egos of the night, belting out our "hit songs". Plus it was so great that we all dressed up which made everything seem so much more exciting and real.In attendence for the Richard Music Awards was Beyonce, Kathy Perry, Michael Jackson (in the flesh), Flo Rida, Lady Gaga (very toned down version though), Nelly Furtado (who looked like a dead ringer for Taylor Swift and last but not least Rihanna. We sang so hard my throat was so sore after that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWCqt9p0BI/AAAAAAAACEs/I-HCmRZwbk8/s1600-h/IMG_3809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWCqt9p0BI/AAAAAAAACEs/I-HCmRZwbk8/s400/IMG_3809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWC4i4B8ZI/AAAAAAAACE0/PHeWokZLo7g/s1600-h/IMG_3812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWC4i4B8ZI/AAAAAAAACE0/PHeWokZLo7g/s400/IMG_3812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWDEeoP15I/AAAAAAAACE8/e-yAdIHy1Cw/s1600-h/IMG_3971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWDEeoP15I/AAAAAAAACE8/e-yAdIHy1Cw/s400/IMG_3971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWDRS6a29I/AAAAAAAACFE/pJS8usk_Ol8/s1600-h/IMG_3851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWDRS6a29I/AAAAAAAACFE/pJS8usk_Ol8/s400/IMG_3851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWD6KAGvyI/AAAAAAAACFc/CUgnoXfyspU/s1600-h/IMG_3918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWD6KAGvyI/AAAAAAAACFc/CUgnoXfyspU/s400/IMG_3918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Story of my life &lt;br /&gt;Searching for the right &lt;br /&gt;But it keeps avoiding me &lt;br /&gt;There's Sorrow in my soul &lt;br /&gt;cause it seems that wrong &lt;br /&gt;really loves my company &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-828828012349611331?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/828828012349611331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/828828012349611331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#828828012349611331' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SvWCqt9p0BI/AAAAAAAACEs/I-HCmRZwbk8/s72-c/IMG_3809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-1529448065715707963</id><published>2009-11-05T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:15:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;ASTA LA VISTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Super drained. Feet aching. Heart disheartened. Mind fuzzy. I don't really like working in town. Then again if thats what it takes to time pass as fast as it did today then i guess i won't complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Another day has gone, I'm still all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;How could this be you're not here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: sienna; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;You never said goodbye, someone tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: sienna; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Did you have to go and leave my world so cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-1529448065715707963?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1529448065715707963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1529448065715707963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1529448065715707963' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-3090739880884044754</id><published>2009-11-04T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:41:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;BRAIN TEASER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today has been mentally draining. I really think the whole system that we have is rather screwed up. I don't think its too screwed up cause i think it could work but they just have to fine tune certain things. Its like they want to give us more responsibility and yet they don't really give us full responsibility. I know its difficult to draw the line hence it becomes quite troublesome and difficult for both parties at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hopefully this week nothing too embarrassing happens. I hate being at places where many people frequent. People i might actually recognize. Especially people who judge. Frankly i can't really be bothered about the extra cash anymore. I just want to get this whole thing over and done with in a jiffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Some dance to remember, some dance to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-3090739880884044754?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3090739880884044754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3090739880884044754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3090739880884044754' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8328094681700557930</id><published>2009-11-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:56:58.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;First off, THANK YOU SO MUCH. YOU know who you are. It was a very sticky issue i got caught in but really thank you. I hereby promise that i will be more careful and vigilant. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG. Can it get any worse?? Why the hell do they have to do something like that? As if my life was not miserable enough now i have to worry about something else which i don't even think i had to in the first place. Well its a good thing there is no penalty for not doing it well BUT STILL. It really sucks. And it sucks that people are so difficult to contact, which doesn't make life any easier for me. Hopefully i can get everything settled by tomorrow. And its supposed to be a BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Take a breath, take it deep&lt;br /&gt;Calm yourself, he says to me&lt;br /&gt;If you play, you play for keeps&lt;br /&gt;Take a gun, and count to three&lt;br /&gt;I’m sweating now, moving slow&lt;br /&gt;No time to think, my turn to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8328094681700557930?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8328094681700557930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8328094681700557930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8328094681700557930' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8167521481762295330</id><published>2009-11-01T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:18:22.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;REDUSE REUSE RECYCLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Nowadays in every supermarket, at the vegetable and fruits section there are many rolls of plastic around for shoppers to use. The way the shoppers use them though, is extremely appalling. I don't get why people have to use so many plastic bags! It really makes me boil when i see people going to supermarkets and just pulling scours of plastic bags use. If they want to use it to contain the loose vegetables or fruits well, i guess thats fine. Thats the whole idea why it was there in the first place, however many abuse such plastic bags using them to store frozen items that are already either wrapped in plastic or a styrofoam box. Sometimes some even go to the extent of placing milk cartons and dairy products in plastic bags. I know they are free but that does not give you a right to use them as you wish! OUR EARTH IS DYING! SHE IS SUFFERING and there you are grabbing plastic bags like there is no tomorrow. Have you ever considered the consequences of your actions? Every little thing/action helps! Take only what you NEED! On one hand, people complain about the extreme climate change, about how Singapore is getting hotter by the day etc. ITS YOUR OWN FAULT! Be more thoughtful, please. This earth was not GIVEN to us to do as we please with, it is only on LOAN. What we are truly supposed to do is to LOOK AFTER it for future generations, its only on loan to us for this lifetime. Thats the only way our descendants would be able to enjoy nature as we have today, which being brutally honest is not much, but if we continue wasting as we do today, there would be even less for them to cherish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Every time i think that was the worst day, another day comes by that is even worse than before. Today however, i think would definitely qualify for a worst day career contest. It didn't help when i rolled out of bed this morning croaking like a toad with a sorethroat, it ain't pretty. I still went to work though, cause well, money's good and to get that money, i need to work plus i wasn't having a fever or anything. So on the way to work, i just kept sucking lozenges which did help to ease up on the throat. I thought everything was going to be fine but it just got colder and colder and the air was so dry that i started coughing quite badly. Then i got the cr**ps. I hate it when i get THE CR**PS. I was trying to talk to people as naturally as possible and willing time to pass as quickly as possible. It didn't help though and i just ended up going back early. So much for trying to suck it up. RARH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Three it's a magic number&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is, it's a magic number&lt;br /&gt;Because two times three is six&lt;br /&gt;And three times six is eighteen&lt;br /&gt;And the eighteenth letter in the alphabet is R&lt;br /&gt;We've got three R's we're going to talk about today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8167521481762295330?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8167521481762295330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8167521481762295330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8167521481762295330' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7941821047797955655</id><published>2009-10-31T22:21:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:28:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;FINAL FAREWELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;All hail the king of pop. I think, and it has been repeated a thousand times over, that his death was his ultimate publicity. Not only for him but for the whole Jackson family. However last night, after watching the This Is It movie, i know why thousands, maybe even millions were aghast and saddened when he died. The world had indeed lost a genius, a musical genius. He may not have composed concertos, or wrote symphonies but what he contributed to the music industry was as profound as the former. I would definitely deem him as THE ultimate performer, always wanting to push the boundaries of everything imaginable. His concert, if it did happen would definitely not have been a let down. Despite ridden with many illnesses and being very weak, he could still move like he did at his peak. He was as fluid, vibrant and spontaneous as ever. His need for perfection was also what made everything sparkle. There were no slip ups, and one could tell that everyone was definitely pushed to their limit. I have absolutely no regrets in watching the movie, even the audience was really spontaneous! Cheering when a particular song was good, clapping after every single song, it was a very different movie experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID18646/images/resized_michael_jackson_this_is_it_movie_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID18646/images/resized_michael_jackson_this_is_it_movie_poster.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Now i know why i dread going to work. Firstly cause its just so damn freaking cold. Second cause i have to speak in chinese more than 50 % of the time. Third cause i'm a lone fox who works alone so it can get quite lonely. Fourth cause i have to work on weekends. I do get weekdays off but its just not the same, it just doesn't really feel like a break, maybe cause i am just too used to the concept of having a break on the weekend. &amp;nbsp;Fifth cause time passes really really extremely slowly, like EXTREMELY SLOWLY. I definitely won't quit, cause the ultimate prize is too good to pass up, but i don't think i'll enjoy it much! If i could make one request it'd just be to work with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;What about sunrise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;What about rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;What about all the things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;That you said we were to gain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;What about killings fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Is there a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;What about all the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;That you said were yours and mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Did you ever stop to notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;All the blood we've shed before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Did you ever stop to notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;The cry earth the weeping shores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7941821047797955655?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7941821047797955655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7941821047797955655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7941821047797955655' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-2268198438239667596</id><published>2009-10-30T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:55:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;CRAPBAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;OMGG. Okay i know right now that this post may sound FREAKING bimbotic but whatever. So today at work, it was waaaaayyy bad, like worst then the first day with the psychopath manager. At least that was just for like 30mins or so and that was the end of it, today lasted for 7 friggin' hours. And what happened? Well, i'll tell you, i had to promote in MANDARIN. NEVER HAVE I EVER TALKED SO MUCH MANDARIN IN ONE DAY. When the first person came up to me and asked, " 这是什么? (What is this?)" I was like, OH CRAP, OH CRAP!!!! And then i started using my ever so fluent mandarin to explain which obviously did not really help. Cause they just went 什么来的 (huh what?) and i'll try the best i could, which i think kinda helped but not much. I even said bird instead of cow, and halfway through i was thinking, wait that sounds wrong, then i realised i had been saying bird in mandarin. CRAP. It totally sucked. The lady next to me could promote in mandarin, cantonese and english. Though her chinese and cantonese were much more fluent than her english. I was so embarrassed! Every time i could speak in English was like a breath of FRESH AIR, extremely refreshing. So right now, after this, i've decided to check up for all the words i need to promote it in chinese and i'm going to learn it by heart and regurgitate everything till the end of this week. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jammed my toe into the wall and now my fourth toe on my left toe is swollen and purple. Wearing a pair of covered toe, slightly pointed shoes the WHOLE day did nothing to ease the pain, in fact it hurts even more now and i'm walking with a limp. Why the hell am i so accident prone? My mum was like, "i think when you're older, like 60 plus you're just going to bump and fall down all the time and break many bones." Well, she didn't say exactly that, but you get the gist of it. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I trust you, if it's already been done, undo it,&lt;br /&gt;It takes two, it's up to me and you, to prove it,&lt;br /&gt;All the rainy nights, even the coldest days,&lt;br /&gt;you're moments ago, but seconds away,&lt;br /&gt;The principal of nature, it's true but, it's a cruel world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-2268198438239667596?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2268198438239667596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2268198438239667596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2268198438239667596' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7440780178680184493</id><published>2009-10-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:13:21.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;SKINDEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;The mark of a good writer is one that leaves you longing for more and immerses you so deeply into the story that you feel like you're there, experiencing first hand what is happening. You are so caught up with the story that time flies past on silver wings and you are not be able to put down the book till you are through with it. That seems like the case for me anyway. One such author who mesmerizes me with his writing is Roald Dahl. I grew up reading his stories, they captured my heart and soul and even up till today i could probably reread all his stories over and over again. One thing though that disturbs me terribly is the sadistic tone all his stories seem to emulate. There is always this unexpected twist that causes my stomach to lurch despite always knowing before hand that there will be such a turn of events. Even though it may not be outrightly grisly or gory there is this usual dark underlying tone to it that somehow manages to irk me. His stories, adult stories of course, not the children ones always leave me thinking a hell lot. Most of them have open endings, or strange endings that i feel displaces the reader which leaves an unsettled feeling. There are far many books that i have read which i am unable to read in one sitting due to the strange disposition of the story but Roald Dahl's stories, well there are definitely in a class of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;So tomorrow is a new day right? Somehow i'm kinda scared. I have no idea what to expect. Would it be crazy freaky manager again? Would the store be extremely cold? Would the rest of the staff be nice? Will there be nice gossipy aunties around? Would people shun you and not want to try what you are offering? I don't know and i'm scared to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Been there done that messed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I'm having fun don't put me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I'll never let you sweep me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I won't let you in again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;The messages I tried to send&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;My information's just not going in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7440780178680184493?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7440780178680184493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7440780178680184493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7440780178680184493' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8180059752867770415</id><published>2009-10-28T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:10:01.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;La Vie En Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite being such a cliche, Sabrina has got to be one of the best romantic movies ever. The backdrop, the music so lyrical so moving so wonderful. Though the best part, i must admit is the costumes. Now i understand why it won an Oscar for the costume. The dresses she wore after returning from Paris, oh what i would give to be able to wear something like that. So refined, so classy, so subtle so clean cut yet well tailored. Sighhh. To be able to wear such fashionable garments would definitely be a dream come through! No doubt the essence of the pieces were accentuated by Audrey Hepburn, who played Sabrina. Her poise and size was what made those pieces work so well on her, but then again she always looked impeccable in everything that she wore, even in Breakfast with Tiffanys. Her looks remind me of the pieces that Victoria Beckham has currently in her fashion label, i think Audrey Hepburn would have been one of her clients, i would be too if i could! Chic and classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.tinypic.com/ehus3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/ehus3.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.vintagetextile.com/images/Graphics/Hepburn_Sabrina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.vintagetextile.com/images/Graphics/Hepburn_Sabrina.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;These are just 2 looks she wore in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;La Vie En Rose is one song i definitely want to learn how to sing, with the right intonation and pronunciation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;Des yeux qui font baisser les miens,&lt;br /&gt;Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche—&lt;br /&gt;Voilà le portrait sans retouche&lt;br /&gt;De l’homme auquel j’appartiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8180059752867770415?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8180059752867770415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8180059752867770415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8180059752867770415' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/ehus3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4665248786391361434</id><published>2009-10-26T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:04:05.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;A MILLION OR TWO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate having to worry about money, it really gets on my nerves. I hate dealing with money. I like receiving it, i like earning it but even things like collecting money or keeping money, i loathe that. I just suck with money, other then spending it of course. There are a million and one ways to spend money of which i know a million and two, but that is besides the point. Maybe thats the reason why no matter what i cannot work with anything that deals with money directly, be it in a bank or with a financial firm. What happens to me when i have to handle money is that i get really paranoid that i'd misplace something or lose some that it gets real ugly. So for the sake of my sanity, money and me should never be placed together. I think i should be living not in this century but ages ago, where everything was traded through bartering, i think i would survive a lot better then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Singapore has too many of the same shops. Maybe thats the reason why almost everyone dresses alike and has almost the same stuff. Just within a range of less than 5 kilometers there area lot of shops that have more than 2 repeated stores like Zara, Mango, Topshop, Warehouse etc. We should have less of the same brands but more variety, that would provide people with more choice and also increase the price competition between retailers and hence providing better deals and more competitive pricing. But alas such is not the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's get these teen hearts beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faster, faster&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4665248786391361434?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4665248786391361434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4665248786391361434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4665248786391361434' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4182734692136763891</id><published>2009-10-25T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:24:36.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TGIS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was the best day out of these 3 days so far. All i can say is, THANK GOD ITS SUNDAY!!!!! Hopefully next week, its more people. And hopefully time develops super sonic wings and flies by at the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Risin' up straight to the top &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; Had the guts, got the glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; Just a man and his will to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4182734692136763891?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4182734692136763891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4182734692136763891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4182734692136763891' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6369238185267406803</id><published>2009-10-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:38:56.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS,BUT&amp;nbsp; NO THANKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now i know why i am not cut off to be a salesperson. Today sales was twice of what was sold yesterday, BUT the amount sold yesterday was PATHETIC. I don't find it disheartening though, i've just given up asking people. Not really given up per say, i just don't ask people who are not interested. Not trying to sound picky, i just choose who to talk to, cause there is no point asking when you know 90% of the time those people would just say no. So basically i wait for people to either come up or stare so hard, its as though they would drill holes with their eyes into the chiller, before approaching them. This has got to be the worst ONE so far out of all the rest that i've experienced. Even the one at Shangri-La, though it was tiring like f*ck it was hell fun. I would rather wake up at crazy hours than stand around and practically look at my watch every FIVE minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;I HATE WAKING UP BEFORE 12 EVERYDAY. I'm so dead next year i'll have to wake up like just 6 hours earlier. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing among those stars&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring is like&lt;br /&gt;On jupiter and mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6369238185267406803?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6369238185267406803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6369238185267406803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6369238185267406803' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-5877035482618958435</id><published>2009-10-22T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:49:31.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MURPHY'S LAW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today sucked. More like the first half of today sucked like HELL. it was such a horrid day. I wouldn't have even fathomed that this stint would give me so much trouble. It was such a sucky sucky day. I don't deny that i did make a mistake by going in but did you have to be so mean? And then just try to throw your weight around with that ***king attitude? I had to look for someone, and i had no clue who to look for thats why i walked in. What did you want me to do? Stand at the doorway and SHOUT? Then i had to go and splosh the drink, all over the seat and get another scolding from someone else. It was so not my day, so way not. hopefully tomorrow, it being a new day would be fine. Sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I think, maybe just maybe my fear for injections maybe a little overrated but i just hate the idea of a needle poked in my skin for more than 5 seconds. It just urks me, knowing that something is being injected in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The city is a jungle, you better take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Never walk alone after midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't believe it you better beware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-5877035482618958435?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5877035482618958435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5877035482618958435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5877035482618958435' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-5766483760862550724</id><published>2009-10-22T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:29:03.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE JOYS LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Dinner was hilarious, with YOUR rendition of DIN TAI FENG. Super funny! Dessert was another laugh fest with old stories that we seem to repeat ever so often but never grow tired of. And then seeing the unexpected with bunt going OMG about something that she didn't know why she was OMG-ing about, totally underground craziness. Then discussing what we were going to dress up as. WOW. Amazing. I had a fabulous time. Thanks guys. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I think its not hideous, but its not fabulous, though its not really okay also. I would think its more like a faint ugh. Not something i would ever choose to wear if i had the choice, but oh well beggars can't be choosers. But the location! OH MAN. That would have been like my LAST CHOICE EVER!!!! I used to always enjoy going there but now. AHHHH. ))): Its near, and rather convenient but i would never have choosen that in a MILLION years. Totally drama but totally WORTH the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;When the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath imma stick it out 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-5766483760862550724?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5766483760862550724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5766483760862550724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5766483760862550724' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7808216940182426667</id><published>2009-10-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:10:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;SECRET AGENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;This was the first time doing something like that and boy, it can be really time consuming. Thank goodness i have time to waste, despite time being very precious, but i had nothing better to do other than pack my room, which seems like something i always have to do and no matter how much i pack i always still have more packing to do. Its a mad world we live in, mad. Madness aside, what i did today gave me a taste of hiding behind a facade. Well technically i am NOT hiding behind a facade, i mean i don't have anything to hide but it was like being someone else. And it is tremendously exhilarating. Okay fine, people may think i'm wacko but seriously, it was like you being somebody else, that no one knows of, you could do anything and not have to take responsibility for it. Well someone would have to eventually but unless people know it was you, you wouldn't have to face the music. Of course a few people would know it was me and that totally ruined the full potential of the situation, but overall it was fun. And the bonus? I think i can get to be the "person" for quite somewhile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;P.S: I'm sorry if you're confused in the process of reading this post. Please pardon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;CAN IT GET ANY HOTTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Where summers lasted longer than, longer than we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Where nothing really mattered except for me to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in time we all forgot and we all grew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7808216940182426667?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7808216940182426667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7808216940182426667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7808216940182426667' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7835000482095180437</id><published>2009-10-19T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:07:38.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE ART OF MASTERING FRENCH COOKING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night was way unexpected. Watching a movie i did not really consider watching, but i'm glad i did. It was great! I absolutely love Meryl Streep, i think she is such a versatile actress and her ability to really portray and communicate her character to the audience is fabulous. Though this time i found the accent she adopted rather irritating, and she always sounded short of breath whenever she talked. All in all however, it was a thrill to watch though it was relatively long. Maybe cause i was so captivated by Julia Child's lifestyle, her essence and spirit. The fact that she lived in Paris for a while and studied at Le Cordon Blue, which was one time something i have dream about. That she got to experience something i would have loved to have the chance to, was mesmerizing. All the more coupled with the fact that it was based on her real life story, made it even more real and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;This shows you that anything can happen, anytime. I totally did not expect that to happen and when it did, it gave me a really horrible scare. All these pop ups, all the "warnings for viruses". What would i have done if Marcus didn't help. I really wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; And a few more of your least favorite things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7835000482095180437?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7835000482095180437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7835000482095180437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7835000482095180437' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4772797242059584879</id><published>2009-10-17T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:57:16.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRINCESS FOR A DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was a first of its kind. Going to Bunt's open house on Diwali. What a welcoming mother, who does not fail to seize any opportunity in providing vivid details and interesting anecdotes to her daughters friends. And not forgetting all the delectable goodies and Nutella cake! Plus the, when she was young photos, was definitely entertaining! Hope the in-law session went well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Stnnqys2HgI/AAAAAAAACEk/Kj3IWkDkcXk/s1600-h/bleagh.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Stnnqys2HgI/AAAAAAAACEk/Kj3IWkDkcXk/s400/bleagh.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;This totally CRACKS me up whenever i see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was doing that to express its disgust when the frog said, you can kiss me once, or more if you want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Its like the fattest, cutest crocodile ever. (Though i loathe them in real life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;And its part of the cast of Disney's princess and the frog, which i so have to catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Para bailar La Bamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Para bailar La Bamba se necessita una poca de gracia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Una poca de gracia para mi para ti ay arriba ay arriba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Ay, arriba arriba por ti sere por ti sere por ti sere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4772797242059584879?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4772797242059584879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4772797242059584879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4772797242059584879' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Stnnqys2HgI/AAAAAAAACEk/Kj3IWkDkcXk/s72-c/bleagh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6349630334223468681</id><published>2009-10-17T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:01:42.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;WALK A MILE IN ANOTHER PERSON'S SHOES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Though your appearance was unexpected, today was great. I learnt a lot too, and it really did make me think. And to the other you, i think we should make this a weekly thing, its always fun, being with you always is. Thanks. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe you could actually think something like that, think it enough to actually say it and use it against another person. Can you believe that i am such a person? I DETEST PEOPLE like that. I HATE the type of people you said i was. If you ACTUALLY KNOW me, you would not think i could ever be that kind of a person. To think i would stoop to THAT level, to think i would actually do that when its something i feel so strongly against. When yours truly has been subjected to that kind of treatment many times over and abhor the way it made me feel after that. It truly and deeply saddened me. I'm really bewildered that you could even think of such a thing. I know that i am not without fault, i am definitely not perfect but i would NEVER EVER count those as one of my faults. NEVER. It really hurt, it really did. People change, they do, but they would never become someone they thoroughly detest. That was one major reason i felt i didn't fit in in my last school, one reason i didn't really like hanging out with people from there, one reason why i didn't really want to hang out with people from there and now to have it used against me. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Now by a horse i once was told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;That all that glitters is not gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That all there is to fear is fear itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6349630334223468681?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6349630334223468681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6349630334223468681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6349630334223468681' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-2165071714219501626</id><published>2009-10-15T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:15:21.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARY, MARY QUITE CONTRARY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess i am quite contrary, though it has no relation to this nursery rhyme whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache5.art.com/p/LRG/17/1739/9QY3D00Z/kate-greenaway-mary-mary-quite-contrary-how-does-your-garden-grow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://imagecache5.art.com/p/LRG/17/1739/9QY3D00Z/kate-greenaway-mary-mary-quite-contrary-how-does-your-garden-grow.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-2165071714219501626?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2165071714219501626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2165071714219501626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2165071714219501626' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-5387287113932720195</id><published>2009-10-15T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:51:26.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;To be able to get vanish for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Just a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Like Robinson Crusoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe meet some one like Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-5387287113932720195?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5387287113932720195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5387287113932720195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5387287113932720195' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-965582398312667378</id><published>2009-10-13T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:54:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;ROSE TINTED GLASSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I only wish we were butterflies and live but 3 summer days.&amp;nbsp;Three such days with you i could fill with more delight than 50 common years could ever contain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;-Bright Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words. Thats how the saying goes, but what the saying fails to mention&amp;nbsp;is that are those words true or false? Many photos seem to capture happy moments, moments to be treasured for life, but were they staged or real? When people are smiling merrily in a photo, does it mean they are getting along equally happy, that the relationship they share is harmonious? It might be the exact averse. The reason why they were all smiling together might have been to mask the oncomings of a disastrous and turmulous relationship they have yet to experience or are about the encounter. Or it could be a political situation, where by expressing the unhappiness they harbour against another person they might ruin the dynamics of the relationships that other people, other then them, share. Or it could be because they are too afriad to voice out what they truely feel and hence see the need to suppress and swallow what they truely feel back in. Hence when they take a picture with people they would rather run away from and avoid, they have no choice but to suck it up and smile. Which, you must understand, not becuase they want to but because they have to. It doesn't mean they are happy, never take that for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know that you are just like me, oversensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Well I ordinarily breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Taking everything for much more than it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Well it's dangerous, and it's sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cut us and we bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-965582398312667378?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/965582398312667378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/965582398312667378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#965582398312667378' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8174367901952804286</id><published>2009-10-11T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:11:48.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DRIVING IN THIRD GEAR &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Listen carefully. You can't surpass the bar on your own. Live for someone.That way.. You can surpass anything." Is that really true? I mean, it apparently seems true but what happens when what you live for is gone? Nothing is here forever, what would you do? What would be the purpose in life then? But should one live for oneself alone? Isn't that too selfish? How do you know who to live for? Here today, gone tomorrow, its as simple as that. Yet, the thought of living for someone, doing it for another person is so romantic isn't it? It sounds so noble and gallant, however its also kinda like putting all your eggs in one basket, when the basket falls, the eggs would all crack leaving nothing. Is that worth it? Maybe i have yet to understand this whole notion, but right now, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;But it stopped short&lt;br /&gt;Never to go again,&lt;br /&gt;When the old man died.&lt;br /&gt;Ninety years without slumbering,&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tock, tick, tock,&lt;br /&gt;His life seconds numbering,&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tock, tick, tock,&lt;br /&gt;It stopped short&lt;br /&gt;Never to go again,&lt;br /&gt;When the old man died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8174367901952804286?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8174367901952804286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8174367901952804286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8174367901952804286' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-1725972478783413356</id><published>2009-10-11T04:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T04:26:51.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;CHIRPING BIRDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It can get quite tiring being affected by something that is not even real. I guess this might be a subset of blurring the line between virtual and reality. The ability to believe something is real when clearly it is not. However is oppressing&amp;nbsp; such thoughts wrong? Wouldn't that be a lack of imagination ? It is trying though, to keep in mind that its just fiction. Sometimes you just wish it wasn't. Personally its really ludicrous how&amp;nbsp; something so trivial is able to toy with one's emotions, making one think in overdrive, when there are more pressing things to worry about. Then again is that a bad thing? Sighh. I swear i have a schizophrenic mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fear. Such a powerful emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to learn how to fight. Like REALLY FIGHT, like know how to beat the crap out of some one. And no, its not cause i'm a closet violent freak. I mean what i think is gory is laughable to many. But i can't decide what to take up, and i'm rather apprehensive about it too.&amp;nbsp; Maybe what Estha Mon said, " 1. expect the unexpected 2. always be prepared" is getting to me, though understanding the whole flow of it was quite tricky, plus it was rather dry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm doing this for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Because its easier to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And its hard to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;When you think you're dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Its part not giving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Part trusting your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;You do it all again but you don't stop trying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-1725972478783413356?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1725972478783413356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1725972478783413356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1725972478783413356' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6305783440965775544</id><published>2009-10-10T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:26:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ITS A WONDERFUL LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was really fulfilling. It was quite amazing and unexpected. No one's complaining though. And really touching too. Today marked the last day of work with **a and i am as of tomorrow officially unemployed, i think. But today was a good last day, i actually accomplished a lot of things today, walking in and out, sorting through stuff, attending to people, settling administrative things. And then, BOOMZ, the staff from SSD surprised me with a little farewell token. I thought the gesture was really really sweet, considering i've only worked there for slightly over 6 months and i hardly go in more than 9 times a month.Don't get me wrong, i'm not unappreciative of their gesture, but i just don't think i would have given me a gift, considering how seldom i went in and being a part timer and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Ss9xu1-jbwI/AAAAAAAACDs/xSFsvwwgOoA/s1600-h/10221_148859616278_724681278_2793359_3593547_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Ss9xu1-jbwI/AAAAAAAACDs/xSFsvwwgOoA/s400/10221_148859616278_724681278_2793359_3593547_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thats just the ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Ss9xwDo96DI/AAAAAAAACD0/-NdrMY3FZXM/s1600-h/10221_148862086278_724681278_2793387_752566_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Ss9xwDo96DI/AAAAAAAACD0/-NdrMY3FZXM/s400/10221_148862086278_724681278_2793387_752566_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;ARIGAYOU GOZAIMASU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that was random, a pleasent kind of random. I enjoy tete-a-tetes like that. Thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;I never know why but i just love going to the airport. I always feel happy when i go to the airport. Maybe cause its the "pre" place you go to before leaving for another land. Its mysterious to me that way. Its like a gateway, like the land between worlds in the Magician's Nephew. Whenever i'm at the airport, i get this happy bubble inflating in me. I'm strange eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;that tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;that tonight’s gonna be a good good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6305783440965775544?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6305783440965775544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6305783440965775544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6305783440965775544' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Ss9xu1-jbwI/AAAAAAAACDs/xSFsvwwgOoA/s72-c/10221_148859616278_724681278_2793359_3593547_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7134158898540156200</id><published>2009-10-07T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:17:26.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRESS TO BE KILLED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;What is the fascination with women dressing like sluts? And why do people even design clothes like that? There are so many ways to flaut a women's silhouette without having to bare it all. LaToya Jackson's choice of clothing for the premiere of The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus was just trashy. I mean she has an awesome body, thats something i cannot deny, but is that really how you need to show it off to the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsyioWWnrOI/AAAAAAAACDk/Pg25tm23d44/s1600-h/article-0-06BA5BC1000005DC-1_224x613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsyioWWnrOI/AAAAAAAACDk/Pg25tm23d44/s320/article-0-06BA5BC1000005DC-1_224x613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Why do girls like to wear dresses cut down till there or slit up till there? Do they think people actually find that appealing? Or do they do that so someone would do them? Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Waking up early is as fun as going to the dentist. I absolutely hate it and i refuse to do it unless its immpossible to evade. I mean all that crap about waking up early and you know bascially enjoying the morning, to me right now, is kinda BS. I can enjoy afternoons as much as i can enjoy a morning. I really don't know what i'd become from next year on. Would i become one of those people that have this like internal body clock after waking up really early each morning for work? I hope not. I don't want to lose the art of sleeping in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I knew this was a dream it was too good to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Coincidences were a bit much too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Who wants to wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Who wants to lose it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Who wasnts to live in this place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't, so i'll be sleeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7134158898540156200?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7134158898540156200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7134158898540156200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7134158898540156200' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsyioWWnrOI/AAAAAAAACDk/Pg25tm23d44/s72-c/article-0-06BA5BC1000005DC-1_224x613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-1505093049988107029</id><published>2009-10-06T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:57:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;PANDORA'S BOX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Who knew that the unsettling feeling one gets from sitting in a chair could actually disturb you even after so long. Knowing that there is something in your mouth that you can't see but can only hear is freaky beyond words. The fact that you have no freaking idea what the hell is happening, the fact that you have no control and can only trust the person doing unknown things in your mouth is something that scares the hell out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;So now its signed. What next, what to expect? The best is to have no expectations and dive head in first. No? Its worrying but whats even more worrying is worrying about something that you're not even sure why you're worrying about, like an unknown fear. You know you're scared of something but you're not sure what you're scared of. Only when you see it or feel it then you're like oh, so this was what i was afraid of. Confusing much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, isn't this easy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-1505093049988107029?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1505093049988107029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1505093049988107029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1505093049988107029' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7401041901028933225</id><published>2009-10-06T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:10:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ALWAYS CHECK YOUR BLIND SPOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;So you should know about it by tomorrow. You must make sure you clarify all doubts and you must make sure that you read everything correctly. I wonder how long it would take, would it be like the initial encounter, where the waiting time was longer than the actual event itself? Would it be an individual thing? Or is it a mass scheduled event? Where would i have to go next year? Would it be someplace near my place? Would i be capable enough to handle everything? Oh these questions swimming swimming swimming in my mind and slowly making their way down to my stomach, causing flutters and turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;How to get a thousand dollars in one sentence? Well i found out tonight when the dude i work with told me about the starhub twitter challenge and how they are giving people a thousand bucks for the best twit on a said topic. He and i (voluntarily though) were thinking about the said topic which was, "the best things in life are free". What in the world are you to twit that would ensure you're the prize winner? And then we were assessing twits that other people posted and saying how much it was worth. It provided us with good entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Everybody knows the things she does to please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Low cut sweaters with her skirt above her knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; She's a dimestore diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7401041901028933225?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7401041901028933225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7401041901028933225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7401041901028933225' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8889320968691683702</id><published>2009-10-03T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:56:36.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TASTY LOOKS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOOK TASTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Its been a long time since i've had good northern indian food and tonight totally satisfied that craving that i've had for the longest time. With good live music to accompany the delightful gourmet meal. And then the happy birthday in tamil was a refreshing rendition that i heard the night before at Shaan's place. *laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;When i grow up i wanna be a citizen of the world. Technically i think i am already considered a grown up however to achieve as a goal would ,i&amp;nbsp; believe take many more years to come. That is something, though, that i am quite sure i would like to achieve, a goal that i see myself working towards, despite taking micro baby steps at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You only see what your eyes want to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;How can life be what you want it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You're frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;When your hearts not open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8889320968691683702?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8889320968691683702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8889320968691683702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8889320968691683702' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8703097291675554624</id><published>2009-10-03T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:32:18.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chewing chewing chewing when all of a sudden something super hard was felt. When spit out, i realised it was part of my tooth. Initially it was shock and after the fact dawned on me that my tooth broke, panic started to settle in. I had no idea what in the world to do, i mean this was the first time my tooth ever broke. And now after a few hours, my tongue still travels to the half tooth, always feeling the short sharp edges. I think i'm going to cut my tongue soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight was amazing. It was so fun! With the nonsense jokes and funny stories and the full of unending energy Sharan and Max's crazy fish lantern that could do tricks and candles that burn out in like 2 minutes, it was a damn interesting Mid Autumn Festival celebration. The moon was beautiful but just not full yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Some shots of the night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsZPV15AVpI/AAAAAAAACCU/zKD_bEUgZk0/s1600-h/IMG_3658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsZPV15AVpI/AAAAAAAACCU/zKD_bEUgZk0/s400/IMG_3658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsZQTedoStI/AAAAAAAACC8/rOmK-XFGgAQ/s400/IMG_5056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsZQfq1HF0I/AAAAAAAACDE/05yjbDxsM3c/s1600-h/IMG_5054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsZQfq1HF0I/AAAAAAAACDE/05yjbDxsM3c/s400/IMG_5054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We sat and watched the sun go down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Picked a star before we lost the moon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Youth is wasted on the young, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Before you know its come and gone too soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8703097291675554624?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8703097291675554624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8703097291675554624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8703097291675554624' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsZPV15AVpI/AAAAAAAACCU/zKD_bEUgZk0/s72-c/IMG_3658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-3558335097065673995</id><published>2009-10-01T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:44:49.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REAL MAGIC &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;To be able to sew is something i aspire to learn within this lifetime (as if there would be another). Any one can come up or conceptualize an amazing design, but without knowing the craft of sewing, it would tantamount to nothing. Translation from paper to the actual thing would be inhibited by that shortcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The appeal project runway has for me still holds strong, peanut butter and jelly strong. Even though the style of each episode is exactly the same, and despite Heidi Klum saying almost the same things episode after episode, season after season (how she got nominated for outstanding host of a reality or reality-competition program for the Emmys is really a great surprise cause i don't think she can qualify as an actual host, though otherwise, i think she's amazing ), i still have that insatiable want to watch it and the tingly feeling every time i see a new creation down the runway. I guess its the ability to transform mere fabric into something so beautiful or hideous that never fails to astound me time and again. The ideas that they are able to visualize and bring to life is so magical.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite looks so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsOKN9kvIvI/AAAAAAAACB8/dHsT2gsZIFI/s1600-h/Desktop2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsOKN9kvIvI/AAAAAAAACB8/dHsT2gsZIFI/s400/Desktop2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsOKRezGpTI/AAAAAAAACCE/g-l7Oqvnc1s/s1600-h/Desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsOKRezGpTI/AAAAAAAACCE/g-l7Oqvnc1s/s400/Desktop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsOKVh7EMKI/AAAAAAAACCM/5MUQ43s4aZM/s1600-h/Desktop1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsOKVh7EMKI/AAAAAAAACCM/5MUQ43s4aZM/s400/Desktop1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;September is my favourite month of the year and its really sad that its coming to an end. Fine, i am being biased here cause well, it is a special month but that apart i've always had a love for the month of September. And all the more, cause this is usually when all the fashion shows happen, when the spring/summer collection is unveiled for the following year. The end also marks the beginning of the final quarter of the year which would whisk past in a jiffer and before we know it we would be singing Auld Lang Syne and ushering in the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Through the storm we reach the shore&lt;br /&gt;You give it all but I want more&lt;br /&gt;And Im waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-3558335097065673995?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3558335097065673995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3558335097065673995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3558335097065673995' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsOKN9kvIvI/AAAAAAAACB8/dHsT2gsZIFI/s72-c/Desktop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7525558649295401231</id><published>2009-09-30T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:42:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WISH UPON A SHOOTING STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;If only. If i were to write a list of if only-s, i think it might be close to endless. I would be able to go on and on about it. Right now, all the thoughts of if only-s are running through my head. Are they dreams? Regrets? Fears? Wants? Needs? I'm not entirely sure. If only, is like an unrealistic version of hope. Its like the fairy godchild of wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I sense and anticipate a lot of changes. For better or worse? I wouldn't know right now, but i'm hoping that no matter what, your spirit and sense of who you are would never change. I can't really imagine how things would be if there are personality changes. Circumstantial changes are totally cool, but its when the character changes that it is much more difficult to adapt to, cause ultimately its the personality that makes you who you truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How do they come up with those plots? Has it always been part of their dream of how an ideal life should be like? Or just a figment of their imagination? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I chime in with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7525558649295401231?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7525558649295401231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7525558649295401231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7525558649295401231' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8887123220674410685</id><published>2009-09-28T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:18:32.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEVER UNDERESTIMATE CROWS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thats why i love hanging out with you, cause its always such a whirlwind. Its different, event the issues we talk about are different. Your take, your views. Plus only you would totally go with me for that kinda thing. And and and buying your hot hot pink lipstick which makes you so kissable and gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsDKl4hVDkI/AAAAAAAACAM/Hx-GUh6aZ6w/s1600-h/IMG_3636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsDKl4hVDkI/AAAAAAAACAM/Hx-GUh6aZ6w/s400/IMG_3636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsDK0RvJjyI/AAAAAAAACAU/umdxEpJBiFI/s1600-h/IMG_3642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsDK0RvJjyI/AAAAAAAACAU/umdxEpJBiFI/s320/IMG_3642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsDLC_1vSWI/AAAAAAAACAc/ewYHkthgsWw/s1600-h/IMG_3643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsDLC_1vSWI/AAAAAAAACAc/ewYHkthgsWw/s320/IMG_3643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsDLPGxifqI/AAAAAAAACAk/tQxjjLcUfnE/s1600-h/IMG_3644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsDLPGxifqI/AAAAAAAACAk/tQxjjLcUfnE/s320/IMG_3644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you wondered how we'd look like if we were blue? Well wonder no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And you, yes you. Only you can do that to me. Your aura, your voice. I swear i'll shut up and listen whenever you talk, i just love hearing your voice. Its so captivating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It was an unexpected location for dinner, though i do think that Roma's Deli would be quite an interesting place to go. We should explore that area sometime soon. PLUS all the delectable places in the book. I think i'll actually like to go and try out some of the dessert places there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A life goes by &lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now forever I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8887123220674410685?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8887123220674410685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8887123220674410685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8887123220674410685' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SsDKl4hVDkI/AAAAAAAACAM/Hx-GUh6aZ6w/s72-c/IMG_3636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8413951658256531211</id><published>2009-09-28T00:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:30:14.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A LOT OF LIGHTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PURE IMAGINATION,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HONEY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;What a load of firsts today. Or firsts that i remember. Well obviously the first, first which is, no doubt something everyone would know by now, Hamilton winning the F1 night race this year. It wasn't anything surprising though. The rest of the firsts were well all to do with yours truly, watching the F1 live from th 66th floor. That was interesting cause i could see the whole track. And as one lady commented, it looks like the HOT WHEELS driving track from way up there with the cars looking very much toy like. Then there was going to the presidential suite to watch it. I would have expected much more from the presidential suite, but it was real grand. Also sipping champagne from plastic flutes, thats another thing i don't think i've ever done before and finally going for such a social event without my siblings and just my parents was also a first. Ain't that quite a bit for just slightly over 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-YJxJ51_I/AAAAAAAAB_M/sMarPkfU2VA/s1600-h/IMG_4929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-YJxJ51_I/AAAAAAAAB_M/sMarPkfU2VA/s400/IMG_4929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-YYl02BUI/AAAAAAAAB_U/dzJsyWR7Iwk/s1600-h/IMG_4937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-YYl02BUI/AAAAAAAAB_U/dzJsyWR7Iwk/s400/IMG_4937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-YndLx14I/AAAAAAAAB_c/9zxzE6UVgAk/s1600-h/IMG_4938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-YndLx14I/AAAAAAAAB_c/9zxzE6UVgAk/s400/IMG_4938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-Y33-4opI/AAAAAAAAB_k/dHRtVOUPXEQ/s1600-h/IMG_4939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-Y33-4opI/AAAAAAAAB_k/dHRtVOUPXEQ/s400/IMG_4939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-ZEFTGBtI/AAAAAAAAB_s/xuF_TNpaOhw/s1600-h/IMG_4976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-ZEFTGBtI/AAAAAAAAB_s/xuF_TNpaOhw/s400/IMG_4976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-cCC9WpyI/AAAAAAAACAE/KTqKbobfeV8/s1600-h/IMG_4982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-cCC9WpyI/AAAAAAAACAE/KTqKbobfeV8/s400/IMG_4982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-ZXvl3s2I/AAAAAAAAB_8/UNatzEJPxP0/s1600-h/IMG_4987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-ZXvl3s2I/AAAAAAAAB_8/UNatzEJPxP0/s400/IMG_4987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't get over how good it makes Singapore look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what would happen if you dropped an eggplant from the 66th floor? I was toying with the idea the whole time half my body was dangling out of the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;Once you go there was never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;And that was when i ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8413951658256531211?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8413951658256531211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8413951658256531211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8413951658256531211' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr-YJxJ51_I/AAAAAAAAB_M/sMarPkfU2VA/s72-c/IMG_4929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-5363634536861346113</id><published>2009-09-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:54:28.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIMESTORE DIAMOND &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;F1 mania has totally invaded and won over the hearts of the woo family. Temperatures are soaring as everyone is all hyped up about the events presented over these 3 days. There was the sear awesome F1 Rocks concert last night featuring N.E.R.D and No Doubt and tonight, TYT watched the F1 in the Green Room which had a KICK ASS view and a gorgeous buffet line and came back teeming with stories. In addition there were live updates from memmer khoo about the F1 Rocks concert tonight, with BEP and Beyonce. And tomorrow night.. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;This was the first time i did something like that today and it was rather fun! Your living room baby is lovely and very well done up! The home made cookies and kueh were delicious and the company was delectable and entertaining. MJ was also a major part of all conversations. Olve baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;Be&lt;br /&gt;Be the one I need&lt;br /&gt;Be the one I trust most&lt;br /&gt;Dont stop inspiring me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-5363634536861346113?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5363634536861346113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5363634536861346113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5363634536861346113' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-3790090937234204781</id><published>2009-09-26T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:58:51.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEY BABY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It was one hellofa day today. Simply amazing, filled with pure awesome-ness. Despite certain weird people like Mr Simple-mind-crazy-fan-that-was-equally-nosey, and Ms just-push-your-way-forward-and-squeeze-in. Other than that the view was great, the vibe was good, the energy was high. Now i shall just let the photos speak for themselves.&lt;span id="goog_1253900238753"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1253900238754"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0BdSmzm1I/AAAAAAAAB90/VPwIZD0HPHM/s1600-h/IMG_3460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0BdSmzm1I/AAAAAAAAB90/VPwIZD0HPHM/s320/IMG_3460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;F1 Rocks Concert &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;the golden pass into the arena of awesomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0BwJVZAmI/AAAAAAAAB98/7BhqFSWVX-k/s1600-h/IMG_3467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0BwJVZAmI/AAAAAAAAB98/7BhqFSWVX-k/s320/IMG_3467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;N.E.R.D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;all the girls standing in a line for PHARREEELLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0FUdVS3QI/AAAAAAAAB-c/55TKlls9yVc/s1600-h/IMG_3500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0FUdVS3QI/AAAAAAAAB-c/55TKlls9yVc/s320/IMG_3500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Simple Mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The band that crazy guy was totally fanatic about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0B2iDjnoI/AAAAAAAAB-E/7sN1qTmjg-U/s1600-h/IMG_3524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0B2iDjnoI/AAAAAAAAB-E/7sN1qTmjg-U/s320/IMG_3524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ZZ Top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Totally cool beards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0F9LrwEwI/AAAAAAAAB-k/gJncabmveww/s1600-h/IMG_3550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0F9LrwEwI/AAAAAAAAB-k/gJncabmveww/s320/IMG_3550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;NO DOUBT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0CP75ggUI/AAAAAAAAB-U/Z-Mr-9g8_pk/s1600-h/IMG_3591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0CP75ggUI/AAAAAAAAB-U/Z-Mr-9g8_pk/s320/IMG_3591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;PURE PURE AWESOMNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm quite confused now, and scared. I'll just suck it in and try as the saying goes, you'll never know till you try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;WHY WHY WHY??? This could have been a perfect weekend, but THAT HAD to happen. Seriously, of all things, WHY THAT??? SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Our memories &lt;br /&gt;Well, they can be inviting &lt;br /&gt;But some are altogether &lt;br /&gt;Mighty frightening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-3790090937234204781?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3790090937234204781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3790090937234204781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3790090937234204781' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sr0BdSmzm1I/AAAAAAAAB90/VPwIZD0HPHM/s72-c/IMG_3460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-2428899328722199706</id><published>2009-09-25T03:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T03:11:26.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;NO PAIN NO GAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;It must have been one hell of a sleeping position i was in. The feeling is so ughh. There's no other word to describe it. It feels as though someone took that part of the body and twisted it and held it there for some while. I feel it every time i move. Actually i can feel it even when i'm stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;What is with new shoes, WHY, WHY do they always give you the worse blisters ever? Is it some shoe INITIATION?? Is it like a ritual that most people have to go through for the sake of pretty shoes? Sheesh. I wonder how VB is able to don those insanely mad high heels and not get really bad blisters. Or at least walk around like she doesn't get blisters. Either she's a fabulous actress or the back of her leg must be made of rhino hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm finally leaving. That was my personal record for the longest time at one particular ***. It was rather surreal, well, but then maybe maybe its because i went in so little too so it just passed really quickly. I think i might miss it, it was by far the easiest, slackest and most comfortable one. I am kinda excited yet doubtful about the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe i was so worried about it, i bet it'll turn out to be something i was worrying for nothing. I'll never know till then though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;Though that road may wander &lt;br /&gt;It will lead me to you &lt;br /&gt;And a thousand years &lt;br /&gt;Would be worth the wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-2428899328722199706?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2428899328722199706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2428899328722199706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2428899328722199706' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6718499482706845621</id><published>2009-09-24T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:15:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONSTANT VIGILANCE, EYES ON THE PRIZE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its always amazing when you can have that much fun everytime you meet up with some people. Acting with not a care in the world, talking nonsense, going crazy, letting loose. Its great when you have a bunch of people you can just go crazy and not feel weird for being weird. Its something i would wish everyone would get to experience for themselves, cause until you have experienced it, i don't think you'll know what i'm talking about. There is really nothing more i can further elaborate about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I and dead sure it keeps getting lighter and lighter everyday. Or if not there is something wrong with my eyes, or the colour just has a peculiar ability of morphing into different shades day after day. Its like being tonks, but in a very extremely subtle way. WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking at the sky and swimming (not at the same time) has a way of just making me feel so at ease and calm, its almost therapeutic. If i could, i would like to be able to walk with my head tilted up, just gazing at the sky and not hit into anyone along the way. And as we're talking almost close to impossible things, i'd love to be able to see whats behind me at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;"&gt;Lets paint the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;"&gt; We’ll shut it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;"&gt; Let’s burn the roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;"&gt; and then we’ll do it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6718499482706845621?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6718499482706845621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6718499482706845621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6718499482706845621' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8428812167641841422</id><published>2009-09-23T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:56:57.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;UNCONVENTIONALLY TYPICAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Its amazing how typical today might sound to many, but trust me, it was totally unconventional in a conventional way. Travelling the island pursing certain items, may sound perfectly normal to many but to us, its really not. It has been a while since we've ventured and did something like that. Overall, though it took the better half of the day, it was quite an adventure. Hopefully one day soon, we might be able to repeat the whole experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Friendship is not supposed to be hard, we're supposed to see how it goes, have fun together, share things together." That was the wise words of someone dear and i can't help but agree with that wholeheartedly. What is the point of being in a friendship if half the time you question why you're still friends with them, thinking why you are even wasting time and energy thinking about the person, missing the person when in the end it leads to feelings of hurt and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Right now they are some people that i think about and miss a lot, too bad they're not anywhere near. They maybe across this puny island of ours or maybe down under, they may be people i've just hung up on the phone with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And i can't help but look out for the white car. Its become a habit every time i walk home. I wonder how you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, every cloud has its silver lining and mine today, is in the form of this. I prefer it&amp;nbsp;without the stockings and the red heels though. Its a long sleeve dogtooth dress from River Island.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SrkLzLyqG7I/AAAAAAAAB9A/LgFflMa7GL4/s1600-h/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SrkLzLyqG7I/AAAAAAAAB9A/LgFflMa7GL4/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Sun rays come down as seen when they hit the ground, &lt;br /&gt;Children spinning around till they fall down down down.&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you: it's been two hours now,&lt;br /&gt;You're still somewhere in town,&lt;br /&gt;Your dinners getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8428812167641841422?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8428812167641841422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8428812167641841422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8428812167641841422' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/SrkLzLyqG7I/AAAAAAAAB9A/LgFflMa7GL4/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-721173781907297559</id><published>2009-09-21T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:47:02.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;that it would take THAT much effort for get ONE photoshoot. The hair, the make up the clothes. My goodness, you'd think one was getting ready for some big snazzy glam function wouldn't you? Though after the whole thing ended you're like WHAATTT? Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I just love seeing them all dressed up in their traditional costumes, colours coordinated. Its just so pretty and nice, a real treat for the eyes. Not like most of the chinese, all they wear are stuff that is maybe somewhat dressier than what one would normally wear. B-O-R-I-N-G. If only everyone wore something more traditional, i think that would definitely add zest and liven up the whole affair. Pictures would come out so much nicer also. Oh well, its like wishing the clouds were made out of candy floss or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How many people does it take to bake a cake? And its not everyday that you dream of flying ants is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Boy i hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You make it easier when live gets ha&lt;/span&gt;rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-721173781907297559?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/721173781907297559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/721173781907297559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#721173781907297559' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-5696480328545880031</id><published>2009-09-20T01:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:47:16.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay so this is more or less it. It took SUPER long to decide what to do but finally decided this should more or less do. (Had a lot to choose from, with all them aesthetic choices available in the market these days.) though i think some tweaks here are there are still warranted. So cosmetic change aside i realised that my days recently have been packed packed packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Some takeaways from this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its always fun to do something spontaneous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;However its not that fun to bear the consequnces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loads of congratulations in place (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steamboats should NOT be held during the hazy periods unless you can have it in an aircon room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The later half of the week came with wonderful weather &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sieze every opportunity you can to wake up late, it does WONDERS for your body, mind &amp;amp; health&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't walk in the rain with an umbrella that is breathing its last breath, especially not if you are going to get LOST.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its possible to watch FRIENDS on one computer and do stuff on another simultaneously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss different people everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weirdest things can make a person depressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just can’t wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need it immediately &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just can’t wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it immediately &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause time can’t wait and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure can’t wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ain’t got no patience &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I sure can’t wait&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-5696480328545880031?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5696480328545880031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5696480328545880031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5696480328545880031' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7183458005944780541</id><published>2009-09-19T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:33:32.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FINAL PHASE OF THE SURGERY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7183458005944780541?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7183458005944780541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7183458005944780541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7183458005944780541' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-2021005391913730564</id><published>2009-09-10T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:09:12.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNDERGOING BOTOX, CHEMICAL PEEL, BUTT LIFT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-2021005391913730564?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2021005391913730564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2021005391913730564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2021005391913730564' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7336644276194499504</id><published>2009-08-20T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:39:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking of changing to tumblr soon.&lt;br /&gt;The layouts look so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7336644276194499504?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7336644276194499504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7336644276194499504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7336644276194499504' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4256457644493717976</id><published>2009-08-14T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:04:58.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY GAWD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screeches in my head, Janice, from friends style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, so what happened was that this GURR came up to the counter to collect back some assignments and when i asked her for her student card, she looked at me with a bite me face and said, without baiting an eyelash, "nope don't have." So i asked her for her identification card, she replied with the same come slap me face, " i don't have anything". Well at that point, i just felt like being a total bitch already, but this is my job, and i'm a great actress so i smiled and said politely, oh okay then can i have your name and student number please? Oh which she obliged and wrote it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought, well that should be the worst it can get right? HELL NO. I was then searching for her assignment and as the lecturer does not bother what so ever to file them in any specific order, i have to practically search the entire pile. When i was searching, all of a sudden she starts going, NOPE not that one, nope not that, nope, nope nope nope. OMG. IT WAS FUCKING IRRITATING!! And it totally didn;t help her assignment was at the BOTTOM of the whole pile. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MANY NOPES I HEARD??????? I was so freaking irritated by the time i handed her her assignment, but me, being me, i smiled at her again and she was off. AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THENN, this dude came up, almost hopping on the spot when he was talking. He reminded me of like a little chubby rabbit. Except he was little. But you know the feeling you get when you see a little furry chubby rabbit? Like how you was to maybe squeeze it for being so irritatingly cute? Yeah. So then i thought okay he seems nice enough. GUESS WHAT? He started doing the nope thing also. GEEZ! Whats wrong with you people? Do you think i can not read your name?? I know your bloody name and i can totally read! Saying NOPE does not hasten the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4256457644493717976?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4256457644493717976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4256457644493717976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4256457644493717976' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-1023028208953834448</id><published>2009-08-12T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:22:21.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never imagined it would happen, but its nice now that it has. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-1023028208953834448?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1023028208953834448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1023028208953834448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1023028208953834448' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8865322781311701327</id><published>2009-08-08T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:09:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/mariannee/invite"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.plurk.com/mariannee/invite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the FUNNIEST, CUTEST thingamaging i have ever come across. And the icons, FREAKING cute. Its somewhat like twitter. I can't believe i signed up for it, what with my history with friendster and facebook, but yes. I just can't get enough of it. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8865322781311701327?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8865322781311701327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8865322781311701327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8865322781311701327' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4431308840768490817</id><published>2009-07-18T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:31:22.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAH HUMBUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you sometimes have that like urge to blog and then suddenly you want to blog about a million and one things and can't decide what to blog about so in the end you end up not blogging at all? I have that ALL the time. I need to come up with a word for that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i've decided to blog now cause i just encountered something that kinda disgusts me. Where i work there are Australian employees that come down for say maybe a few days at a time. When they are here, the way they are treated... Well lets just say i'm surprised they don't actually run out with shoe shine and a clothe to actually shine their shoes. Fine, maybe i'm exaggerating, but its not too far from that. They actually go out of their way to provide items for them that the other local lecturers do not get. They take in all their compliants and settle them ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, WHY do they have to do that? I mean, yes i understand that they have flown all the way down and will only be here for a short while blah blah blah, but whats up with the double standard? Are they any better than the local lecturers? Are they more qualified? Why should they recieve preferiential treatment? Is it because they are white? What difference does the skin colour make? They too are human beings, just like the rest of us, they aren't any more special than you and i. It totally IRRITATES me the way the staff treat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sun rays come down as seen when they hit the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Children spinning around till they fall down down down.&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you: it's been two hours now,&lt;br /&gt;You're still somewhere in town,&lt;br /&gt;Your dinners getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4431308840768490817?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4431308840768490817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4431308840768490817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4431308840768490817' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8747165503295066637</id><published>2009-07-01T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:30:08.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAIN IN THE *SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a plan. Its scary how right now i have no plan at all. I am not sure what to do, i have no clue what direction i am heading. Its like stuck in the middle of the ocean, with no island in sight, just the day changing to night and back to day. Just following the current, going with the flow with not much sense of what is really happening. Is this how it is supposed to be? Its like living in limbo. Then again, what should the plan be? What do i really want to do? Where should i start? How many opportunities will i get? Where am i headed? I want to plan, yet i have no idea what i am planning to plan. If i wanted to take the easy way out, i bet i could, but then if i do that, its rather weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i realised i really enjoy watching my sister swim. She's really powerful and graceful and QUIET. I have to learn how to do the damn turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Kind of turn themselves into knives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 'Cause here we are, here we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8747165503295066637?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8747165503295066637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8747165503295066637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8747165503295066637' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-1102610753259970291</id><published>2009-06-22T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:59:51.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never understood how closely things are connected to one another. And it isn't just the zodiac i'm talking about. We human beings are only part of something much larger. When we walk along, we may crush a beetle or simply cause a change in the air so that a fly ends up where it might have never gone otherwise.And if we think of the same example with with ourselves in the role of the insect, and the larger universe in the role we've just played, it's perfectly clear that we're affected everyday by forces over which we have no more control than the poor beetle has over our gigantic foot as it descends on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Sunday, Monday, Happy Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;  Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt; Thursday, Friday, Happy Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt; Saturday, What a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt; Groovin' all week with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-1102610753259970291?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1102610753259970291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/1102610753259970291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1102610753259970291' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-57882948689723226</id><published>2009-06-18T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:05:27.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUCKED OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;It feels worse than hurt.&lt;br /&gt;A sense of helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-57882948689723226?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/57882948689723226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/57882948689723226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#57882948689723226' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6244287199130495225</id><published>2009-06-12T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:00:55.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; WE WALKED LIKE WE SHOPPED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having almost being paid to do zilch, the entertainment is really priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It may be annoying at times but really, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Without such annoying yet freakishly funny friends/colleagues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it would definitely be ten too long days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clue number one was when you knocked me on my door&lt;br /&gt;Clue number two was that look that you wore&lt;br /&gt;And that was when I knew that it was a pretty good sign&lt;br /&gt;That something was goin' on wrong up on cloud number 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6244287199130495225?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6244287199130495225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6244287199130495225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6244287199130495225' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8509499396746313624</id><published>2009-06-08T21:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:37:40.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU'RE MY SUGAR RUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had a craving so bad.&lt;br /&gt;All i want to eat are desserts for every single meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sour cream cheese cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Raspberry and blueberry crumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lemon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meringue&lt;/span&gt; pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rose macaroons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stickydate&lt;/span&gt; pudding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White chocolate fondue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frolick&lt;/span&gt; frozen yogurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However i do know that such an insatiable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; for such sweets can lead to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; and horrific results.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8509499396746313624?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8509499396746313624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8509499396746313624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8509499396746313624' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7705843130167873509</id><published>2009-06-07T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:38:49.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOWHATEVERPLACEANDBACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INAFLUTTEROFANEYELID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following scenario would never ever in my wildest dreams ever come through but i think its nice to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" If you could have any super power in the world, what would it be? You can have ANYTHING."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" hmmm. BE ABLE TO TELEPORT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" OH YAH! That IS quite a cool power, why didn't i think of that before?'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" OH MY GOODNESS! And imagine if you can teleport through time! If you like the fashion, say, in the 20s you could actually go there and get it from that era. AND IT WOULD BE SO CHEAP!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ain't that interesting?&lt;br /&gt;And i would say that i have just wasted say maybe 2 mins of someone's life making the person read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the night is young, the drinks is cold&lt;br /&gt;The stars is out, I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;You always thought I was always wrong&lt;br /&gt;Well now you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7705843130167873509?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7705843130167873509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7705843130167873509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7705843130167873509' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4216810934621988880</id><published>2009-06-05T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:33:53.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crossmyfingersmytoesmyeyes&lt;br /&gt;myhairmybonesmyskinmyeverything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So i see you've graduated from marketing, other than the 4 Ps that i'm sure you know fo name me one more P. A P that is also important. It can be anything, think out of the box.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If you could be an animal, what animal would you be?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The customer is king, the customer is always right, what are your opinions about this statement?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Who is the one person that you admire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong for tryin' to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've got issues&lt;br /&gt;But you're pretty messed up too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either way, I found out I'm nothing without you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4216810934621988880?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4216810934621988880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4216810934621988880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4216810934621988880' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4609455101966534773</id><published>2009-06-04T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:17:18.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RIGHT ABOUT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;The promise was broken after all. How long was that supposed to last anyway? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was sparked off by the most ludicrous way and yet it managed to rapidly evolve into such fury which was horrifying. Its amazing why it even happened if one were to further ponder and replay it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His works were so mind blowing and electrifying. It was such an invigorating experience. The power, the love, the colours, the patterns. Such inspiration, such imagination, such vision. Hopefully he has a happy ending too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overpowered by the scent of new books and the hush serenity that accompanies the ambiance, the air electrified with a sense of immense knowledge, having the world at your fingertips, tossing you from one continent to another. The rush of emotions that never fail to hit me whenever i enter them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4609455101966534773?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4609455101966534773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4609455101966534773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4609455101966534773' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-3788135976430530523</id><published>2009-05-19T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:15:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW ABOUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately her brain has been going on and on, on overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;She wants it to stop, but she just can't, its like it has a mind of its own.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;A mind having a mind of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-3788135976430530523?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3788135976430530523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3788135976430530523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3788135976430530523' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4631332634371420388</id><published>2009-05-18T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:40:26.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;these few days would be pretty surreal.&lt;br /&gt;packed with so much that its nothing much really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4631332634371420388?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4631332634371420388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4631332634371420388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4631332634371420388' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-2593812810158984875</id><published>2009-05-16T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:24:12.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she'll be venturing out after living the life of a semi hermit for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-2593812810158984875?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2593812810158984875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2593812810158984875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2593812810158984875' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7595527407503899015</id><published>2009-05-15T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:00:58.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTOXICATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the five people i will meet in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;I'm too drugged to even think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7595527407503899015?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7595527407503899015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7595527407503899015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7595527407503899015' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6968156686365106411</id><published>2009-05-14T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:04:08.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROJECT QUARANTINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Tossing and turning between a state of drowsiness and sleeplessness.&lt;br /&gt;Having wonky taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;Popping numerous pills regularly round that day.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so drugged.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6968156686365106411?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6968156686365106411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6968156686365106411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6968156686365106411' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-125921904790095471</id><published>2009-05-13T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:39:28.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUMMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Today could be summed up in 4 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Television, tissue paper, waste paper basket and loads of medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It totally sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But i guess, thank goodness i had the TV and the house to myself for the greater part of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And right now, i'm totally hooked to the style network!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You can learn so much from that show!&lt;br /&gt;It is so practical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Apart from that, my family is totally shunning me! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;My sister was toying with the idea of throwing me out of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I'M GOING TO BE ROOMLESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Its like a semi quarantine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Damn that swine flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-125921904790095471?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/125921904790095471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/125921904790095471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#125921904790095471' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8172786430854827001</id><published>2009-05-13T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:28:05.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROMISES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Promises are meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whoever that came up with that phrase is a dufus. Yet they happen all the time. Maybe someone had to say it out loud so people could break promises and not be disturbed by their own jiminy cricket. I bet everyone has definitely broken a promise or two however right now i'm going to make 2 promises i do not intend to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The first promise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Is made to you. The promise that we shall stick to it and make sure that we accomplish it together. No matter how trying or tiring, we are going to do this. We need it cause we know that only with that would we be able to move a notch up the Jungian tree of self actualization. Its something only we can accomplish on our own ( unless we have pot loads of gold which we don't) and we are going to do it. This is the promise i give to you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The second promise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is to blog every single day till the day i start work for real. It might not make sense, it might be just a random thougt, but i've realised i need to document these last few days of my freedom. The last few days before i turn into an office job holding freak. Who is not able to do whatever they want, whenever they want to. I would like to visit this some years (maybe) down the road and see the crapload of fun and mindboggling things i used to fill my days with, the amount of time i waste or the thoughts that used to run through my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8172786430854827001?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8172786430854827001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8172786430854827001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8172786430854827001' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-3245899359238235513</id><published>2009-05-03T09:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:22:25.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On friday, i bumped into you, and you said, " exams have only ended for 3 days and i have nothing to do, so i decided to come back to school." And i was boggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He only ended 3 days ago and he was lost. I ended 5 days before him and i still have so many things to check off my imaginary list. How can one not have things to do? Wasting time doing nothing, which technically is doing something, is such a luxury! I love wasting time doing nothing, but i just usually don't have that time. Its zipping here and there, going somewhere out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It stuns me when people say they are bored after exams. HELLO, how can that be possible? You want something to do? Go talk to a tree, then monitor its growth. It could lead to a scientific discovery, YOU NEVER KNOW. Or pick up something, like sewing, or playing the guitar, or ballet or anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After-exams is a time period i'm really going to miss now that i won't have that luxury anymooorree. Sighh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-3245899359238235513?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3245899359238235513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3245899359238235513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3245899359238235513' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-5378359859081844640</id><published>2009-05-03T08:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:23:35.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nate: And i asked you why do you like watching movies you have already seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nate: And remember what you said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Blair: I like knowing how things are going to turn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nate: Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rufus: How did antique shopping lead to shoe shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lily: Oh my darling, all shopping always leads to shoe shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-and thats the reason i olve gossip girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-5378359859081844640?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5378359859081844640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5378359859081844640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5378359859081844640' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-9174608709793076890</id><published>2009-04-22T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:30:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so today was my first paper, and yes i know some people are going to go like WHAT YOUR FIRST PAPER IS ONLY TODAY? Cause trust me, i get that from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as all first papers go, this was rather unusual. I had no freaking idea what the hell was going to come out and damn was i right. Today in 2 and a 1/2 hours, i traveled round the world. From the Caribbean Islands, to Bolivia followed by Russia then Iran and finally back home to Singapore. Well thats why its called GLOBAL marketing strategy. Seriously, it felt more like a lesson of geography than anything else. And thats also the reason why we were HIGHLY encouraged to bring the world map into the exam. My table was littered with notes and maps. Thank goodness i didn't bring in a HUGE map, which incidentally one guy did. It was rather comical as the exchange students were actually laughing at him in his face, they pointed and laughed to one another. Thank goodness he knows them. Haha. His map was SO HUGE it was like 2 A3 papers put together. How the hell he travelled with that thing, i do not even want to bother to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now after visiting the world, i'm transporting myself to soak up as much spanish as i possibly can for tomorrow. Hasta entonces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-9174608709793076890?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/9174608709793076890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/9174608709793076890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#9174608709793076890' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6271239435131632780</id><published>2009-04-17T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:57:39.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd kill for a nice warm cup of green tea soy latte NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6271239435131632780?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6271239435131632780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6271239435131632780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6271239435131632780' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-373952874118974654</id><published>2009-04-15T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:26:51.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;15 APRIL 2009 1725hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;RIGHT NOW. RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish i was lounging on a deck chair by the pool downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soaking up all that warm lovely sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the gentle breeze keeping things at just the rest temperature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then when it all gets too hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a swim would just seal the almost perfect moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;THIS IS SHEER TORTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-373952874118974654?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/373952874118974654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/373952874118974654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#373952874118974654' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6938556356567687813</id><published>2009-04-12T03:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:32:12.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The other day, i saw something that INFURIATED me and i just have to talk about it even though no one may give a damn about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was at the bus stop waiting for a bus, there was this couple in front of me that plopped themselves down onto the stone benches and were waiting for their bus. They were both each drinking a cup of bubble tea and were just talking to one another. When their bus arrived, they got up to board the bus. It was only after the bus left that i saw the totally IRRESPONSIBLE, INCONSIDERATE JERK OF A GUY had left his cup on the seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;SERIOUSLY. WHAT GIVES. I mean HELLO, there was a dustbin, just TWENTY steps away and he couldn't even be BOTHERED to go over and throw his drink away. That made me so freaking boiling mad. I mean COME ON, that may not have been your home but it still is YOUR FREAKING COUNTRY. You live here, you work here and gawd knows what else you do in this country. WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE SOME CIVIC CONSCIOUSNESS TO JUST THROW YOUR DAMN DRINK AWAY??? I can't believe foreigners actually fall for the stupid gimmick that Singapore is such a CLEAN AND GREEN CITY. Cause without the workers who actually clean this place up after all those morons who leave their TRASH around, i bet we would be as dirty as maybe London. And the irony about the whole thing is that its not like Singapore is like India, where there isn't a trash can in sight. WE HAVE A FREAKING HELL LOT OF TRASH CANS!! There are trash cans EVERYWHERE!! Its so convenient to throw things away! Yet some people just can't be bothered and don't have the decency to do so! ARGHH. Just talking about this makes me so mad ALL OVER AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We may be a first world country, but we still have SO MUCH learning to do. It really disgusts me how some people don't give a f**k about all this and yet complain and demand so much about everything. If everyone was just a bit more gracious, i think this place would definitely be a much better country to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6938556356567687813?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6938556356567687813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6938556356567687813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6938556356567687813' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-6761492425622843709</id><published>2009-04-08T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:21:50.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;04&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 lighting bolt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 black jackets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4 stolen trolleys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5 pink fingernails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6 persons at 1330hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7 minutes of celebrity big brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;8 assorted sweet wrappers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;9 different sized photoframes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10 coveted plastic files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-6761492425622843709?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6761492425622843709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/6761492425622843709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6761492425622843709' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8073245416782752970</id><published>2009-04-05T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:00:26.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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She performed jumps and flips and arabesques. She walked on her hands on the high wire as easily as on her feet. And in the end she sauntered daintily off the trapeze, curtsied, changed her mind and bowed, and, in one gesture, removed her wig and revealed she was really a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a standing ovation and the audience insisted with cries of “ Encore! Encore!” on a reprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;“There’s a perfect French expression, trompeuse appearance,: Billy, clapping. “ In art, it means false perspective. In life it means, not what it seems. Did you guess?” he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One Sunday Morning, Amy Ephron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8073245416782752970?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8073245416782752970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8073245416782752970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8073245416782752970' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8382842779337850142</id><published>2009-03-21T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:55:36.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This post if dedicated to YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it hasn't been an easy journey for you, i would have to say it has been the other extreme instead. And you're asking yourself why, why you're so affected. The reason like i said this morning, is that when you have invested so much time, sweat and SLEEP into something, you won't let it go down with a fight. And you're still feeling this way cause you want to correct a wrong that has been wrong for too long now. Its an innate instinct, and its exactly that that is so draining. Its like if all your life you have been fighting so hard for something, and right now whatever you fought for means NOTHING, how can you just turn a blind eye to the whole thing and walk away? No one can. If they could why do samurai fighters, rather then being killed by their enemies, commite suicide fight? Its about pride of their culture and what they believe in. YOU my dear, have been fighting a losing battle and if its not going to change i feel you have every right to bow out. BUT sometimes, things don't turn out that way. You know we each have our crosses to carry, sometimes, some of our crosses might be heavier than others. I'm not saying you should continue banging your head against the wall, but there might be a way round it, as slim and unbelivable as it sounds. Just remember, you have so many of us backing you up that you're never fighting this thing alone. XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8382842779337850142?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8382842779337850142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8382842779337850142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8382842779337850142' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-3899702226155222967</id><published>2009-03-18T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:31:17.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;whenever i look at it, it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe sometimes not knowing is better than knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to see all those smiles and now realise it was all a hoax..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after all these years, it has come to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what died along the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;who changed along the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i really have no clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but till today, it still hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it makes my stomach turn and my heart ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it makes breathing difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I don’t wanna dream about, all the things that never were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Maybe I can live without, when I’m out from under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don’t wanna feel the pain, what good would it do me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’ll get it all figured out, when I’m out from under"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-3899702226155222967?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3899702226155222967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3899702226155222967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3899702226155222967' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-7300793870368996647</id><published>2009-03-13T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:29:35.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE ABLE TO TYPE EVERY SINGLE THING USING THE NORMAL KEYBOARD AND NOT HAVING TO ALTERNATE BETWEEN THE ON SCREEN KEYBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY I'M GOING TO TYPE NONSENSE.&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT I CAM JUST TYPE MORE STUFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;`1234567890-=qwertyuiop[]\asdfghjkl;'zxcvbnm,./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-7300793870368996647?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7300793870368996647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/7300793870368996647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7300793870368996647' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-2177434161521278211</id><published>2009-03-12T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:22:25.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Late morning and afternoon showers with thunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-2177434161521278211?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2177434161521278211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/2177434161521278211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2177434161521278211' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-8565249785360931293</id><published>2009-03-11T15:20:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:57:16.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;she laments, "oh the holidays, the sweet sweet holidays.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl8pcgPtI/AAAAAAAAB2s/gwrk6Rfmi94/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl8pcgPtI/AAAAAAAAB2s/gwrk6Rfmi94/s400/IMG_1183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl8pcgPtI/AAAAAAAAB2s/gwrk6Rfmi94/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl88Vf5HI/AAAAAAAAB20/crfkW3CowLI/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl88Vf5HI/AAAAAAAAB20/crfkW3CowLI/s400/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl88Vf5HI/AAAAAAAAB20/crfkW3CowLI/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl9FC83pI/AAAAAAAAB28/q8GBDBWSLIw/s1600-h/IMG_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl9FC83pI/AAAAAAAAB28/q8GBDBWSLIw/s400/IMG_1194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl9FC83pI/AAAAAAAAB28/q8GBDBWSLIw/s1600-h/IMG_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl9Y3-o-I/AAAAAAAAB3E/gpBN4uMgj8o/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl9Y3-o-I/AAAAAAAAB3E/gpBN4uMgj8o/s400/IMG_1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl9Y3-o-I/AAAAAAAAB3E/gpBN4uMgj8o/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-8565249785360931293?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8565249785360931293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/8565249785360931293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8565249785360931293' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obeGtFVtRpo/Sbdl8pcgPtI/AAAAAAAAB2s/gwrk6Rfmi94/s72-c/IMG_1183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-3494005614842695681</id><published>2009-03-08T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:08:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what a dry run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what load of nonsense we all babbled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" samuel did you just try to look at your watch without opening your eyes?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" you know who my father is right? Ya.. Incest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Eh kok sing! I buy you different flavoured donuts everyday want?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Actually vulgarities are underrated"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"OH! Give me your number and i'll message you DONUT KING!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The RO SPASM- both shakes violently almost simultaneously when enacting how to use a paper cutter to kill a pr*f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its AMAZING the amount of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; produced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its almost like we're manufacturing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; FACTORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="slly"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;"It seems that&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we're fightin', and we're&lt;br /&gt;Causin' bolts of lightnin', like a&lt;br /&gt;Hot and cold collision in the sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-3494005614842695681?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3494005614842695681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/3494005614842695681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3494005614842695681' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-5846740177075370431</id><published>2009-03-06T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:22:56.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;crazy crazy weeks these few weeks have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;all major things always happen at the same time and end at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;its really quite unfair cause then you can't fully moan and groan about each of them, one at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;you gotta complain and slog them out all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;it totally deprives a person of that satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;which kinda sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;one major event is my pet event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bike rally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and though i would say the role i played this year was erm a rather paper tigeressish role to me, i still feel rather sad its going to end so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;its a rather bitter sweet emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;to date, even before the event is here i think i am rather proud of this event comm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the usual mishaps happen, but i think they have done an amazing job and i'm really proud to be part of this team, despite feeling redundant **% of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'm starting to actually feel really sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;its letting go all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So don't be alarmed if he takes you by the arm.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let him win, but im a sucker for his charm.&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is a friend,&lt;br /&gt;yeah trouble is a friend of mine. Oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-5846740177075370431?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5846740177075370431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/5846740177075370431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5846740177075370431' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594328.post-4324839693910895462</id><published>2009-03-03T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:40:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;some people make you feel like a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;some people make you feel like you in the pits&lt;br /&gt;some people make you feel like nothing in the world can ever go wrong with them around&lt;br /&gt;some people make you feel like you've had an overdose of prozac&lt;br /&gt;some people make you feel like the world is going to end&lt;br /&gt;some people make you feel like you're just not worth it&lt;br /&gt;some people make you feel like you're the most precious person there ever is/was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;whether you feel what they make you feel.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;thats the tricky part.&lt;br /&gt;cause, you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;there's gravity, where what goes up must come down.&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;there is anti gravity too.&lt;br /&gt;of course that is far more difficult to achieve, for obvious reasons,&lt;br /&gt;but it is definitely not unachievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;how great it'd be if the ability to control one's feelings, is as natural as say gravity.&lt;br /&gt;how much greater our lives would all be.&lt;br /&gt;we can experience whatever emotion we want,&lt;br /&gt;anytime we want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;oh make my blood pump 7,8,9&lt;br /&gt;make my heart beat double time&lt;br /&gt;now i'm the only sour cherry on the fruit stand, right?&lt;br /&gt;am i the only sour cherry on the the fruit stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594328-4324839693910895462?l=blurtoutlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4324839693910895462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594328/posts/default/4324839693910895462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurtoutlet.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4324839693910895462' title=''/><author><name>marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732846155733540071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
