<?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-10296153</id><updated>2011-06-10T17:00:09.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand that this is a dream...</title><subtitle type='html'>Mz ImperfecT::: The beautiful letdown ::: Glitzy complicated ::: The generous drunk::: Raving vodka ::: Plain yet weird ::: Strange but not so ordinary :::</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>725</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114443171089742041</id><published>2006-04-08T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:41:50.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have moved.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm glad I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tangledperfection.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lala's new home&lt;/a&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/10296153-114443171089742041?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114443171089742041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114443171089742041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114443171089742041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114443171089742041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114433508612426821</id><published>2006-04-05T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:51:26.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Two words for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GROW UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;or is it too hard a word for you to comprehend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I would think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/10296153-114433508612426821?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114433508612426821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114433508612426821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114433508612426821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114433508612426821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-words-for-one-grow-up-or-is-it-too.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114416497956498046</id><published>2006-04-04T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T08:36:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In recent shocking memory in my mind&lt;br /&gt;has left a mark in indenial that my love is home&lt;br /&gt;Been spending these 3 days since Sunday with her&lt;br /&gt;and each moment seems newer than before&lt;br /&gt;not because we've been apart for a bit&lt;br /&gt;but, it was a decision we chose to take and live&lt;br /&gt;How often do we often sit and think about our lives, goals and future?&lt;br /&gt;The indefinite paths that we choose and  come across,&lt;br /&gt;how people change our mindsets and maturity&lt;br /&gt;how we simply grow up, in other words.&lt;br /&gt;Before I crawl into bed, I stopped and thought&lt;br /&gt;of what I have seen, read and felt.&lt;br /&gt;For you, I think u're lying individual in many ways&lt;br /&gt;selfish, immatured and self indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness lies within yourself, but guilt never runs away.&lt;br /&gt;But with such a character like yours, what goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;It had never left, you just don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;For you, it's not jealousy or envy, immaturity or naive&lt;br /&gt;It's just such a failure that your pretence character brings&lt;br /&gt;immaturity sets on another, a perfect thought was set before the history ended&lt;br /&gt;We were stupid to see what faces you have.&lt;br /&gt;For another, finding comfort and trying to be all that 'sweet' never get you far&lt;br /&gt;grow up and next time you find some comfort in another, pick on your conscience first.&lt;br /&gt;For one far away, it's been a while. I wonder your existence is still around.&lt;br /&gt;I often found on your written around, but how have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I send my comfort and friendship across the seas, and I pray you are much stronger&lt;br /&gt;in your mind, heart and decisions. I'm here, just here.&lt;br /&gt;For love, kisses never fail to melt a heart, words never fail to indulge in helpless mind.&lt;br /&gt;through thick and thin, we know how conscience pricks the ones that sink, the ones' characters we would never endure. For love and many days we fulfill, it's a neverending story.&lt;br /&gt;For gurlie, I'm happy you're happy cause you're happy that I"m happy.&lt;br /&gt;And we're happy cause we know we're happy and cause we know we're happy&lt;br /&gt;we'll always be on the happy side where we'll always be happy.&lt;br /&gt;For a passerby, my amazement how you read through this,&lt;br /&gt;how my thoughts seem to even enter your mind to understand&lt;br /&gt;or do you find understanding a big problem?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand a single line I wrote, the fingers just went on typing.&lt;br /&gt;my mind and conscience have left a note&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting away from all these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I'm bitchy today and I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm waiting for a velvet night at Zouk on Friday,&lt;br /&gt;at least I know I'm surrounded by maturity and peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Move bitch, get out the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114408041113532269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114390463560807295</id><published>2006-04-01T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T07:18:47.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was looking through the 'lost and found' book I ever so enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;on nights where thoughts ran through a helpless and empty mind&lt;br /&gt;the book fills a story of a heart once broken yet strengthened&lt;br /&gt;My ever so dearest baybee would be home in six days&lt;br /&gt;and how I longed for that wonderful hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for that, as so I think. &lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, &lt;br /&gt;I'm appreciating the many whom kept me company this whole month&lt;br /&gt;it's not the end, it's just the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;I'm in a occupational dilemma for my studies&lt;br /&gt;to continue or not, it has happen once again. &lt;br /&gt;This time, with many much support and sponser for people around me&lt;br /&gt;my parents have been asking me to study a different line&lt;br /&gt;as what they know of what I always wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;tourism, hotel or child psychology. &lt;br /&gt;It was a dream to enter the line of tourism, working overseas as much&lt;br /&gt;But, how much would you earn and how far can one go?&lt;br /&gt;In fact, how much can one earn in the Singapore industry&lt;br /&gt;As far as I am concern, I have a roof, &lt;br /&gt;food and enough to survive and be happy&lt;br /&gt;that's good enough.  &lt;br /&gt;So where do this life go from here... what futures lies within me&lt;br /&gt;Simply enjoy this type of night of thinking and more thinking&lt;br /&gt;deciding and making a decision.&lt;br /&gt;If it was that simple to just toss a coin.&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is simplity. &lt;br /&gt;Imperfection is confusion.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a state that the mind's running epmty &lt;br /&gt;and the heart's caught within&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom doesn't help much, yet I need a moment of decision&lt;br /&gt;without regret, desperation or even pressure. &lt;br /&gt;Prayers is what I depend, signs are what I see&lt;br /&gt;the heart will follow thee, until it meets my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114390463560807295?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114390463560807295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;DOB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;input name="in1" size="32" maxlength="64" value="15th March 1983" type="text"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Favourite Color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;input name="in2" size="32" maxlength="64" value="black" type="text"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sexy and keep them coming back for more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When your g/f-b/f thinks you are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heaven sent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your g/f-b/f thinks your kiss is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;passionate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#083360"&gt;&lt;input name="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:-1;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=312"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;xbutterfly96x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 339858 Times.&lt;img src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;New - COOL &lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Dating Tips&lt;/a&gt; and Romance Advice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&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/10296153-114387783444059506?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114387783444059506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114387783444059506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114387783444059506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114387783444059506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-your-best-sexual-skill-name.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114386970683411269</id><published>2006-04-01T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:24:09.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Another week's passed! Gosh! it's that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; One moment you're at the peak of a busy week,&lt;br /&gt;and the next you're still at the busy peak.&lt;br /&gt;Just that..... you can spend a lil time updating blogs like me!&lt;br /&gt;So then I peeked into Pickles' bloggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;J.U.S.T TO K.I.L.L SOME T.I.M.E OFF A W.O.R.K.I.N.G. SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; I got an idea from her what to blog today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;10 good reasons why Lala is happy today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Baybee's coming home in 6 days and everything's good on her side&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My ipod earphones are back to its self!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm staying home to sleep!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It's 1st April, pay day, progress package day, April's fools!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;itune's playing the old fav: "Don't cha wish your gf was hot like me!"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Did i mentioned, my baybee's coming home!!! Yipeee!!!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A shopping day with Pickles tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My Birkenstock's sandals have finally arrived!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;4th season of Scrubs dvd is making Lala happy!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mummy made yummy lunch today!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10 reasons why Lala feels she missed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;li&gt;Baybee's not here right now! I'm missing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't go to thumper next tue! sob! work night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my grandma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anxiously waiting for holidays, for my getaway Sydney trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need some grooving martini night soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday has become a work day instead of a well deserved break!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;I miss evening masses at Ol! the choir, the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car drives with baybee just around and about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snuggling in bed! Why did the rain stop today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing scrabble due to my busy work schedule!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And so the day continues..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/love.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/10296153-114386970683411269?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114386970683411269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114386970683411269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114386970683411269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114386970683411269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-weeks-passed-gosh-its-that.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114346245854892746</id><published>2006-03-27T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T04:27:38.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's just these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T.I.M.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;is moving just too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and all one can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;is just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S.I.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and watch day pass this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114346245854892746?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114346245854892746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114346245854892746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114346245854892746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114346245854892746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-just-these-days-where-t.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114337843415444895</id><published>2006-03-26T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T05:11:35.223-08:00</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; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;All I want is to feel this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To be this close, to feel the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;All I want is to feel this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The evening speaks, I feel it say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have finally found my long awaited search! thanks to my baybee darlin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks love, without you&lt;br /&gt;I would be still searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/4592554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/200/4592554.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Artist:Toad The Wet Sprocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Album: Fear (1991)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"All I Want"&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/10296153-114337843415444895?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114337843415444895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114337843415444895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114337843415444895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114337843415444895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-i-want-is-to-feel-this-way-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114336343261707553</id><published>2006-03-26T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:57:12.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/baybeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/baybeee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114336343261707553?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114336343261707553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114336343261707553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114336343261707553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114336343261707553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114326816878023449</id><published>2006-03-26T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:17:36.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This mind blowing week often ends off well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An utterful awful start to the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to actually put my attention on naive behaviours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and totally disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's not surprise like what many said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"behaviour indulgence in their own kind, no wonder they make perfection"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stupility and simple comprehension to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh! Their minds must have grown somewhere unnecessary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they need to grow up! and i mean GROW UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cause most of the time growing up isn't always about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So then, an end to a deprive attention from these people&lt;br /&gt;I move on to a greater and more worthwhile things in my life&lt;br /&gt;With a week that passed 23rd, I was surprised at work with a cake&lt;br /&gt;and of course children singing and yummy strawberry shortcake&lt;br /&gt;with good intentions by my boss because of my weak throat.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, a good start to inspector's visit and also lesson plans hand up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What more can I ask for this week? with baby dearest smiles and love from far&lt;br /&gt;and a Saturday night with my Pickles and our window shopping&lt;br /&gt;We're proud gurlies of "NO shopping bags for the night"&lt;br /&gt;So there goes Lala's one week just passing by.....&lt;br /&gt;which I often find it hard to believe week by week just passing like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Which all ends well, Lala feels loved by her baybee and fwens...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;there's nothing in life that can bring you down except for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Actions speaks louder than words, character looks better than sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In this life, we were meant to fall and lose... once hiden and never found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;it's how we humans become stronger in our hearts and sensible in our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I witness how unfaithfulness played a senseless role in some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;which  comes along with indulgence of self and a faded face of good will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Where we ourselves often pray that we live better than the hurtful past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;we would be rewarded with a better things in life rather than a disappointing character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Disappointment doesn't last long to matter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;a proven identity of childishness and pretense doesn't get one far in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Well, it happens... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114326816878023449?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114326816878023449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114326816878023449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114326816878023449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114326816878023449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-mind-blowing-week-often-ends-off.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114285936216939366</id><published>2006-03-20T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:56:02.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/with%20love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/with%20love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114285936216939366?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114285936216939366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114285936216939366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114285936216939366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114285936216939366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114285730561405397</id><published>2006-03-20T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:21:45.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artifical and Disguising&lt;br /&gt;These actions make me feel like puking&lt;br /&gt;Such disguise and  juvenility&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 170) none repeat scroll 0%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! such a pity.....&lt;br /&gt;Of such a quality of blindness and  childlike appraisal&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder isn't it&lt;br /&gt;Satisfying their need of callow desires&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake...&lt;br /&gt;grow up and act like one&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;aren't you one of them in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;oh! I forgot...&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/10296153-114285730561405397?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114285730561405397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114285730561405397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114285730561405397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114285730561405397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/artifical-and-disguising-these-actions.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114270817178022872</id><published>2006-03-19T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:56:11.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Story one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;There she sat in that seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;all comfortable and happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was a red car that caught her eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A colour she would never take her eyes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Turning the angle of where she sat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;it was someone familiar she knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;someone close, someone loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and there that someone stood cudding with a white puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was a happy smiles that filled that car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A moment of peace, security and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*beep beep* goes the alarm on the handphone next to my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Darn! Why wasn't it real! *Baybee that's a hint for that white dog in future purpleasE?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Story two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I heard a lame joke I'm awfully amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;of how lame one could be as old as he/she gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was a sentence of reckless childish-ness and utterly youthful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Too much indulgence can lead to downfall of a maturity level &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;especially intellectually and street smartness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A full disappointment and an amazement how "young" people think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Looks aint everything as you think you might have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Gosh... where have you been lately? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Comments from people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1. "Gosh... jackass"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2. "What... lame!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3. "Why am I not surprise of such immaturity level from someone who's with another"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Story three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A girl heard a beautiful story of acceptance, how one would love and accept another for who she is. With such great love, this girl broke down in tears with failures and imperfections. She spoke as she cried 'I fell when I lost you'. Reading on, one confessed how she would love her girl in the story,  how she would stand side by side, never letting go and picking up thsoe broken pieces. As the girl read the story, she took the tissue to dry those tears and said 'these stories never do come true'. When she picked up that book once again, one spoke of how she would never let her fall once again, never forced girl to be someone else and loving her the way she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*Don't get the story? You weren't suppose to. Only the girl would understand.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Edit: 3am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's another sleepless night, with little concentration on work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Just a day away to work sweet work, another round of busy week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and hopefully a good weekend ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Reading the stories above bring such thoughts of what wnet through in people's minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;especially in this modern society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Well, what goes through this head of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;are theme webs on safety and eggs for easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Easter's coming, so is April! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*Hoping and wishing upon no darn star*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that the day would come soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'm hearing the strums of the guitar once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;how 'collide' never fails to bring out that emo side of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;how it could be played repeatedly without a sick feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Somtimes... You and I collide for a reason.. it made our love stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Happy Sunday everyone......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114270817178022872?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114270817178022872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114270817178022872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114270817178022872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114270817178022872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-one-there-she-sat-in-that-seat.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114259056249108869</id><published>2006-03-17T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T05:06:23.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 489px; height: 573px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/mzimperfect/Untitled-1mos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 489px; height: 714px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/mzimperfect/Untitled-2mos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 709px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/mzimperfect/Untitled-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 490px; height: 663px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/mzimperfect/thanku.jpg" /&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/10296153-114259056249108869?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114259056249108869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114259056249108869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114259056249108869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114259056249108869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114252316867742302</id><published>2006-03-16T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:36:07.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 579px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/mzimperfect/sundae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;These are only a quarter of the pictures uploaded&lt;br /&gt;The shutterbug fever will be back tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;for an exclusive entry of&lt;br /&gt;"Lala's turned 23"&lt;br /&gt;*Bleh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114252316867742302?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114252316867742302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114252316867742302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114252316867742302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114252316867742302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/these-are-only-quarter-of-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114252061927345115</id><published>2006-03-16T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:38:48.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 549px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/mzimperfect/Untitled-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 496px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/mzimperfect/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114252061927345115?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114252061927345115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114252061927345115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114252061927345115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114252061927345115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114226308861675624</id><published>2006-03-13T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T07:18:08.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As so the so- called SMS invitations are out&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to the many sweeties who are coming&lt;br /&gt;despite exams/work/holidays the next day&lt;br /&gt;and of course&lt;br /&gt;to Pickles who promises to be happy with Lala from dusk to dawn&lt;br /&gt;to Bao for studying so hard now so that she would come&lt;br /&gt;to Candice despite her training the next day is coming down&lt;br /&gt;(*with exceptions that she'll eat her burger faster this time*)&lt;br /&gt;to Jan *whom i'm crossing my fingers* who can try to get the reservations&lt;br /&gt;and the many many others....&lt;br /&gt;Lala will try to enjoy while Baybee's not here&lt;br /&gt;But Lala knows and remembers&lt;br /&gt;the little surprise baybee gave before she left&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;Missing you my love.....&lt;br /&gt;Come home soon!&lt;br /&gt;Lala is happy for Wednesday is coming!&lt;br /&gt;DESPITE!&lt;br /&gt;tomorroe's early tuition and heading down to school&lt;br /&gt;and of course a mini celebration with my family at night&lt;br /&gt;And on Wed morning, I'm heading back to work for a bit&lt;br /&gt;and coming home to ZZZzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;before heading down at night!&lt;br /&gt;It'll be nice...&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up when everything reaches this folder of mine!&lt;br /&gt;Good night world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114226308861675624?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114226308861675624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114226308861675624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114226308861675624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114226308861675624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-so-so-called-sms-invitations-are.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114224800767168860</id><published>2006-03-13T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T03:06:47.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/untitled%20copy%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/untitled%20copy%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114224800767168860?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114224800767168860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114224800767168860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114224800767168860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114224800767168860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114224230062301800</id><published>2006-03-13T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:31:40.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/57063115%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/57063115%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lala is happy watching a match&lt;br /&gt;With silly goal misses and terrible mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Pires' still such a hunk&lt;br /&gt;and Henry doing his magic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What makes me happy and sad?&lt;br /&gt;Lala's proud of the gunners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not there! Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114224230062301800?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114224230062301800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114224230062301800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114224230062301800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114224230062301800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114213850881557762</id><published>2006-03-12T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:42:06.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The beginning of a new break always leave a room of empty dates to fill&lt;br /&gt;And the usual routine of the big 23 that's coming.&lt;br /&gt;Lala's often sick before it.&lt;br /&gt;And so, a week has past... leaves a restless mind and a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;But Lala's happy with great fwens, old and new and of course&lt;br /&gt;a baybee that's dotes on me from far.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a bust week, with preparation for the last day of term&lt;br /&gt;Evaluations, clearing up, play practise....&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder I cancelled on my tuitions for time.&lt;br /&gt;And when Friday came, I packed my things and said&lt;br /&gt;'Darn! Another week of holiday my ass!'&lt;br /&gt;A week since baybee left been TORTURE!&lt;br /&gt;No Dvd kaki, no breakkies and snuggles and of course... not being able to&lt;br /&gt;squeeze and bite! Come home come home!!!!!!! hurry come home!&lt;br /&gt;The weekend started off well, with besties that made time to celebrated Lala's 23&lt;br /&gt;From coffee on Friday night, Cartel and pre rouge on Saturday and&lt;br /&gt;a day out with my lil bao to town, to end off the week.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all! Baybee's been doting her girl even when she's in Perth&lt;br /&gt;With a new purple polo and a new jacket and underwear.. and still counting!&lt;br /&gt;Lala's feels loved by the people around her!&lt;br /&gt;This Wednesday feels homely yet clubbing...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in for a round of drinks and groove at MOS, ladies night.. why not?&lt;br /&gt;But one week also means, make up tuition, getting ready for new term,&lt;br /&gt;my darlin honey bitch's birthday and hopefully sufficient rest and rest and rest!&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down to 1st April or hoefully before that for something real special.&lt;br /&gt;A dream, a hope, a love and a desire..... Wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'm able to upload those pictures on the blog soon, before it gets outdated!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the week ahead... did I mention? Lala's on HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;On a lighter note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Dear Pickles,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making time for me. My Pickles is happy, so is Lala.&lt;br /&gt;As we all expect the unexpected, we cherish them each moment&lt;br /&gt;For making Lala happy, Pickles' such a darlin to get me the dragonfly pendant&lt;br /&gt;and of course indulging in 'PickereeLala's Happy Cam Moments'&lt;br /&gt;My bestie, my  gurile..   we have our moments of love and be loved...&lt;br /&gt;that would be the greatest love in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a special individual in my life,&lt;br /&gt;being there when i'm down, being there when I smile.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to do the same for you too..&lt;br /&gt;especially when you're in Cloud 9 now! *Bleah*&lt;br /&gt;Luff ya!!!! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;love, Lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Baybee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's only been a week and a day, the torture's killing my brain cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for making me a part of your shopping trips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't that special day... and you know what it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despite the little quarrels we have over a distant apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know how this love has become, how stronger we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and how closer the bond gets each time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As the song goes... "My hump my hump my hump....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know the agony of hearing me groove to that song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;simply kills those ears of yours... it's been ages since I first heard that song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and up to this day... I'm being an utter brat to kill your ears.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So how? Still wanna come back a not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love you baybeee... u're greatly missed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Catch Lala's happy moments soon on bloggy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114213850881557762?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114213850881557762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114213850881557762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114213850881557762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114213850881557762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/beginning-of-new-break-always-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114201283041309865</id><published>2006-03-11T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:47:10.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;As distance and despair stumble upon this restless mind&lt;br /&gt;we find running as better option in life&lt;br /&gt;I come to realise how much distance brought me here&lt;br /&gt;and how far one would run for you...&lt;br /&gt;The heart and the mind would never leave one place&lt;br /&gt;Strength, determintion and the will power to finish this race&lt;br /&gt;No one never said it was going to be easy&lt;br /&gt;But keep in mind, of those who comfort and love&lt;br /&gt;their strength and support keeps the mind stronger and hearts fonder&lt;br /&gt;No one said I'm leaving this race,  or I'm giving up&lt;br /&gt;Against all odds of wind and change&lt;br /&gt;this race is what I wanted, needed and hoped&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be easy, nothing is&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up watching, as the sidelines are my determination&lt;br /&gt;to seek you at the end of my race was my only dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm fast and I'm building&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me up....&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be that runner for us this while&lt;br /&gt;cause my prize.....&lt;br /&gt;is my road walked with you...&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/10296153-114201283041309865?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114201283041309865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114201283041309865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114201283041309865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114201283041309865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-distance-and-despair-stumble-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114149097948854215</id><published>2006-03-05T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T08:50:33.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When I entered a room of memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I fell back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and those tears I held back tightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;fell like a breaking glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I told myself "be strong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;but those words often said yet uncontrollable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I thank the friends around who came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;afraid that I would fall right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My bestie who called back to check on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I have lost the battle, the fight to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;deep inside lies a weak soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;longing a mising piece of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;it's only been six hours apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Could I go back to where we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and asked you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm missing you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;so often said yet this time it hurt so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Staring into this room of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;reminds me of times with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Where are you my baybee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Please come home, I need you more than I ever knew I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bring me home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Arsenal's playing a good match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;yet my mind's unfocused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I bought another Arsenal cap today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and Baybee was with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I bought a beanie for Sydney's trip todae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and Baybee was with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Could you be with me tomorrow too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i promise no Esprite shops *bleh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;purlease?&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/10296153-114149097948854215?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114149097948854215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114149097948854215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114149097948854215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114149097948854215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-i-entered-room-of-memories-i-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114149008799904541</id><published>2006-03-04T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T08:36:32.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the first time this year&lt;br /&gt;I'm home at 5pm&lt;br /&gt;with a more relaxed and profound mind&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my thoughts moving despite the drowsy medication&lt;br /&gt;I'm off in an hour or two to Ikea with baybee&lt;br /&gt;to add some shelves, frames and candles to the shopping cart&lt;br /&gt;It's the last night we would be spending before she flies to Perth tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;*bleh*&lt;br /&gt;And yesh, I'm running a little late and I'm drop dead hungry!&lt;br /&gt;I'm packed for the sunday with work deadlines&lt;br /&gt;1. Children's script for Pinocchio play&lt;br /&gt;2. Worksheets&lt;br /&gt;3. Lesson plans&lt;br /&gt;4. Oh! Time of the month to pay the bills&lt;br /&gt;5. Fixing up my web cam&lt;br /&gt;6. and leaving some time to upload my Nano&lt;br /&gt;Other than that,&lt;br /&gt;I would be drinking plenty of some white fungus drink my mum been brewing&lt;br /&gt;and an addition dose of medication&lt;br /&gt;Congested lungs and short breaths aint doing me good&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day o2 would die on me&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday I won't remember this&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day.. someday...&lt;br /&gt;Lala's out&lt;br /&gt;Be back on Sunday with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114137993841112534?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114137993841112534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In the midst of this flu bugging night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I find myself induging in the song "Collide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The strums of guitar where I often dream I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm counting down to 7.50pm this Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Where my baybee leaves on a jetplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The days passing too quickly for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;not a single moment to stop for a breather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll be spending some time with baybee tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;from some ikea shopping to night cycling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My bestie comforted me on MSN recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;not being sad to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;for I should cherish the time I have right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For my bestie, in time for need and anger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm here for you as much as I know you're here for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the medicines taking effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my eyes feel blinded by the reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and my throat sores for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's just a night for the flu bugger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Did it catch you too?&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/10296153-114131179906870378?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114131179906870378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114131179906870378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114131179906870378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114131179906870378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-midst-of-this-flu-bugging-night-i.html' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Well, enjoy the pictures while the dosage of medicine gets my mind blank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/collage2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/collage2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/collage3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/collage3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/Image%28118%29aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/Image%28118%29aaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114131054660242743?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114131054660242743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114131054660242743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114131054660242743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114131054660242743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114105473472912648</id><published>2006-02-27T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T07:38:54.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tempted moment of opening my CS2 to put up some pixs&lt;br /&gt;My tired eyes and weak body form aint doing too well&lt;br /&gt;Running from one class to four classes&lt;br /&gt;even a perfect weekend aint good enough to handle&lt;br /&gt;I had a good weekend&lt;br /&gt;A night at MOS&lt;br /&gt;to a dinner surprise on Saturday planned by baybee&lt;br /&gt;and with extra surprises from Pickle and Bao&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;This birthday is more than enough to remember now&lt;br /&gt;the shutterbug would be up soon&lt;br /&gt;*promises*&lt;br /&gt;Nitey!&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/10296153-114105473472912648?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114105473472912648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114105473472912648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114105473472912648'/><link rel='self' 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align="center"&gt;I'm sleepy and drowsy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'm counting down to a date I have with my baybee... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114085279755927372?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114085279755927372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114085279755927372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114085279755927372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114085279755927372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/stole-site-from-bestie-pickle.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114078452391585400</id><published>2006-02-24T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T04:35:23.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have a birthday date with baybee tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Clueless about this birthday surprise from her&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;As I groove to the beats of Benny Benassi&lt;br /&gt;I'm 2 hours away to a night @MOS&lt;br /&gt;with my grooving babes, my sex guru and my hottie baybeee...&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday! Yipeeee!!!&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/10296153-114078452391585400?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114078452391585400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114078452391585400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114078452391585400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114078452391585400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-birthday-date-with-baybee.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114027830196034701</id><published>2006-02-18T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T08:02:45.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/Image(111)1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/Image%28111%291%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we often find ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in deepest thoughts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and simplity heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naive and sudden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the urge of being found lies within one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when reality sometimes collide with time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the uncertainity and doubtful questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awaits the night to end for today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting by this profuse mood &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will continue to type as I touch the keys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeing many imaginary lines drawn all over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the perplexity lands many into mystery of how it works&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Searching within our soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confusion state overcomes the fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear of losing, finding and losing once again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;protecting one self of getting hurt and emotionally drained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's ok to tear once a while, yet be grateful and brave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to reach for the better things and dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where everything in those shades looks so empty and dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reflect of the light makes us stronger and fight back to reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and move on in the right sensible direction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a certain place and time for that sunlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be patient and it will shine for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a dreamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those pieces of mine I often pick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fixed them into that jigsaw of four walls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and there I see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's all I could be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-114027830196034701?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114027830196034701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114027830196034701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114027830196034701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114027830196034701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-we-often-find-ourselvesin.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-114023018623696487</id><published>2006-02-18T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T18:36:26.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While suffering a massive insomia weekend&lt;br /&gt;the little gurlie has set her tired eyes surfing her favourite webbies&lt;br /&gt;She is so shocked by her love for the following sites&lt;br /&gt;that it kills her baybee sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I think I have learnt an addiction to fill....&lt;br /&gt;my wardrobe, shoe rack and the pleasure of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esprit.com.sg/"&gt;The wardrobe pleasure one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adidas.com/com/shared/brandselector.asp"&gt;The wardrobe pleasure two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://footshopping.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoe rack addiction one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.havaianas.com/#"&gt;The shoe rack addiction two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/"&gt;Pleasure of just peeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm happy the addiction is undercontrol&lt;br /&gt;with little temptation to overcome&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for baybee to wake up while I finish up my work!&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday and a lazing day once again!&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/10296153-114023018623696487?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114023018623696487/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/love%20poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/love%20poem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Another week's zooming past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hope you enjoyed the written poem by my kids @work and myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's amazing how I managed to get through the week without the Mc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and how I just tahan this darn cough of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Looking into the first two hours of Saturday, I asked myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"How did time pass me so quickly?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Been planning out routes and spending for the trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and somehow we figured Sydney was place more to see and remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;rather than Melbourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So what's hopefully to be confirmed soon: Flying to Sydney, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;driving to Melbourne for a 4-5 days trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;head back to sydney about about 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and last stop driving to the blue mountains before flying back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The excitement is building the tension of saving and working hard for money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Calculating, able to afford and have balance to carry on saving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Work's been on the tough side lately, with the little time of preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm grateful for baybee for sending me to work everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and making sure I get enough sleep due to the bad cough I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A week before this, late nights to prepare something special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and this Sat,  I'm back to mugging with work once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Valentine's day was great.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Making Chocolate coated strawberries with the kiddos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. Having to have the kids feel proud about their poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. Meeting Baybee for a nice dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4. In the midst of dinner came a special surprise.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*A love me or hate me moment, where baybee was shocked to her wits*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Giving a funny grin, I remembered that look on that face and said "baby!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yesh, my baybee is now a proud owner of the ipod Nano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Despite the deal was 'NO PRESENTS'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Come on: Welcome to the Nano club!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5. And to end the day, the dvd player played 40 year old virgin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;which I only managed to finish watching 2 days back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Speaking about pressies, I have received 4 presents today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;for this 23rd exclusively from baybee who won't be in Singapore in March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now, I'm the proud owner of....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. white handphone cover to avoid mixed up with our similar phones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. A BMW ... in ten years *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. a white bag I've been hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4. a CD player which connects to my Nano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; and last of all... something special that lead to many tearful smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5. A globe shaped jigsaw puzzle with the picture of Ariel the mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Something sentimental relating to my childhood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and a jigsaw I used to have of the cartoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; that never could be completed due to a missing piece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank You LOVE! *Sweetest smiles, hugs and kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I can't wait for the 25th: the special day&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/10296153-114019735436923958?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114019735436923958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=114019735436923958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114019735436923958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/114019735436923958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-weeks-zooming-pasthope-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113975372464666136</id><published>2006-02-12T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T07:22:30.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love family dinners, where cousins gather&lt;br /&gt;and the food we tumble upon despite that growing tummy&lt;br /&gt;just when we thought we could escape the after effect new year belly&lt;br /&gt;Here we are indulging too much into my mummy's cooking&lt;br /&gt;I've completed some of my work thanks to baybee&lt;br /&gt;Wise brains, fast hands and a good concentration of magnets!&lt;br /&gt;My kiddos's valenetine's pressie for their parents are almost ready&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, month of Feb: Love is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Where expensives roses are such a hit and dinner tables are filled with candles&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I haven't got a clue... as viewed by many and myself&lt;br /&gt;It's just another day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward for the June break where I'll set off with my bags&lt;br /&gt;for a journey I longed years back&lt;br /&gt;The destination is set: Sydney and Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;You might think it's not big deal. But coming from a not well to do family.&lt;br /&gt;A trip like this is a dream for me since I was young.&lt;br /&gt;With advises and guides from people, plans are underway to make that great escape&lt;br /&gt;As you know, teachers can only get holidays in June and December&lt;br /&gt;how often could we think that tomorrow's future doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;speaking from an working adult and of course emphasing that day that I will turn 23&lt;br /&gt;Each moment is important to every step we take.&lt;br /&gt;The future lies within each self, it's how we plan and carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered the sides of life more clearly and how it works.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance, patience, courage, maturity, love, fate, time, life, despair, anxiety, stress&lt;br /&gt;how could we ever comprehend all of these within a lifespan of our lives&lt;br /&gt;For now, Avril's still a busy individual who never get ever busier.&lt;br /&gt;Work work and endless workload, I'm still happy doing them despite some breakdown nights&lt;br /&gt;But, I'll work my ass off... just for that one getaway... one dream,&lt;br /&gt;and one moment in my life I achieved within my limits...&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: An arsenal match? Hmmmmmmmm........... *hopefully in 4 years*&lt;br /&gt;Why 4 years? that's when I'm 27! 28 sounds a lil too old! *bleh*&lt;br /&gt;Nights out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113975372464666136?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113975372464666136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113975372464666136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113975372464666136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113975372464666136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-family-dinners-where-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113963551753977611</id><published>2006-02-11T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:25:17.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they say that life is in these hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you give everything you give yourself away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you give and still you choke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and find yourself running for the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" height="78" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/200/untitled.1.jpg" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dishwalla 'Home'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113963551753977611?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113963551753977611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113963551753977611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113963551753977611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113963551753977611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/they-say-that-life-is-in-these.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113962646258155252</id><published>2006-02-11T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:12:33.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/send%20off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/send%20off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;And finally before I start the mugging work process once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;This could be one of those moments I can sit and blog abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;Uploading like a hundred pictures that were taken within a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;and I wonder how this com of mine is gonna hang on much longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;Haven't been home for dinner the entire week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;Not a single time I could sit on the dining table of even the sofa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;to sit, look at my parents or even have a meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;in recent development of my work process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;it resulted me into a *work*bring home work*less time work*sleep and daze* mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;Apologizes to the many peeps whom I was suppose to meet up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;and of course to baybee for being understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;in trying to fit her schedule into mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;The constant attempts of breaking down is too great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm holding on to the light where it often fades on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;I see the world around me growing with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;and seeing how in a few years I'll be independent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;with a good income and of course good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;It's been a while since I thought about the future and what lies ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;I could be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;satisfied and contented with the little dreams I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;It doesn't take wealth, a high paying job or possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;to make this happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;It's about me as an individual, to grow and learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;to fall and to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;to pick myself up and to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm turning 23 in a month....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;*what else can an adult think of  when she's blogging*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&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/10296153-113962646258155252?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113962646258155252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113962646258155252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113962646258155252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113962646258155252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-finally-before-i-start-mugging.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113903699741329788</id><published>2006-02-04T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:21:54.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/Fel"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/Fel%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;What do you get when you leave a pack of cards with 6 individuals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;with a desire to earn back winnings just winthin a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;that's 4 hours of bun luck till 2am for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;With Fel's insane theory of CNY: Eat more, Get drunk and Be broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was a great night despite Chloe's disappearing act for the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Of course, many happy smiles for Fel and me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Winnings oh winnings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"the men just don't get it", do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well.... a Friday night like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;with an analysing&amp; bitching dinner with Bao and Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;this day only comes once a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Happy Lala, not so broke Lala and sleepy Lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113903699741329788?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113903699741329788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113903699741329788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113903699741329788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113903699741329788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-do-you-get-when-you-leave-pack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113889464556134918</id><published>2006-02-02T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T07:37:25.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/PICT0003a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/PICT0003a.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113889464556134918?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113889464556134918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113889464556134918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113889464556134918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113889464556134918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113864003813981767</id><published>2006-01-30T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T08:59:24.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;No surprises how the New year just went by with a blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Exactly 12 hours ago, I was awaken with the many tasks I was given to help my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Here I am at 11.41pm, blogging! What the hell don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm grateful for the extended holidays till Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;With an additional day of holiday unlike most other working individuals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It isn't a holiday for Teacher Avril this new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;yet, I'm piled up with a new theme of planning and evaluations work load I have to clear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Was planning to head down Zouk tonight for Paul Van Dyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but the insufficient sleep brings down the good spirits of a Martini lychee and good music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;While the bed awaits me, and waiting for Joey to wash up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;blogging is the best way out in killing time and boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Was thinking back of certain things I said and done these few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I broke a self promise of not to overdo things as a result of complicating over the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;simple things in life. I must be reeling over certain events that resulted me banging myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;in bed and thinking how stupility had overcome my thoughts that were right on track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's been a while since I heard the acoustic music strumming on my itunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and how I wondered and wished how these fingers  would work fine on a guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;From Lifehouse, Maroon 5 to John Mayer and Howie day, they never sounded so darn good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;How often do you get yourself sitting on your chair with good music and an imaginary KTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;atmosphere in your room that you create by singing your lungs out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;while releasing those mental blockage that has been left in the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Been trying to get my foot down at emotions and life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;so easily to say I would, to hard to even think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Things in life aren't always a perfect clear cut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;especially when it perplexes the unsound and lost mind of many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm a self admit fine example, which many find it hard to comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As a side of my life, I was left tangled and helpless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;with each prayer asking to be stronger individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;to do the right things and say the right words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;What's ever right and wrong? Who was there to judge or to point the mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Countless moments I blamed myself for certain events in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;that I often found myself being blamed for  even thinking that way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;that the road we travel isn't always smooth, yet sometimes people we stop and meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;creates the lil hiccups and the wrong turns where we regret and ponder over the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I guess everyone of us have our moments of success, love and happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but they will all pass in time. Keeping these in your life will depend on how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;one is willing to sacrifice and reach for these good intentions in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;God knows how I could never take another disappointment back to back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;with the many sacrifices and love I willingly gave, yet left me here tangled with scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As far as time has passed by us, we often find ourselves watching these memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;flashing back in a slow motion process that we begin to pinch ourselves to find that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;we've been caught within the illusion and dreams instead of reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;We're all learning... very much learning the right way of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Browsing through a book that Egeria handed me years back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;when I was at my lowest. The book titled "Lost and found"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;keeps people on track of searching the sliver linings in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;How we often find ourselves losing people and things in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;yet the return results might sweep us to somewhere away from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;hurtful reality, to a place of a better life and a different view of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;An emotional blogging and thoughts  entry for the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I find myself opening to a new horizon in life that we don't often see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nothing in life is forever. There is never one who said it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's how we individuals lose and find the simplicity and comfort and life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and how certain things happen for a particular reason we can't seem to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's one of those nights, one of these nights....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;where we tell ourselves, it'll be okay.&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/10296153-113864003813981767?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113864003813981767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113864003813981767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113864003813981767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113864003813981767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-surprises-how-new-year-just-went-by.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113861523634168965</id><published>2006-01-30T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:00:36.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/Cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/Cny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/cny%20eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/cny%20eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113861523634168965?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113861523634168965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113861523634168965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113861523634168965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113861523634168965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113838062012206785</id><published>2006-01-28T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T08:50:20.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A moment ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my eyes were closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my head was nodding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and my nose was swelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;At this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;water has perked me up a lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;an inspiration to blog after a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But all of a sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I yawned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and it's back to square one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I think the bed has a better effect than this blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm a self proclaimed daisy pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;that all I longed for is just a laze and a daze....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Promise to upload the recent pictures soon! look out...*&lt;/em&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/10296153-113838062012206785?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113838062012206785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113838062012206785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113838062012206785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113838062012206785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/moment-ago-my-eyes-were-closingmy-head.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113780775396493846</id><published>2006-01-21T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:42:33.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I need to learn how to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;without waking up at 6am and 8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Lost track of the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;that silly me thought I had work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Darn! Bring me back to my dreams... &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/10296153-113780775396493846?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113780775396493846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113780775396493846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113780775396493846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113780775396493846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-need-to-learn-how-to-sleep-without.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113777109456649577</id><published>2006-01-20T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:40:42.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/missing%20u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/missing%20u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so they say&lt;br /&gt;the best time to head to Chinatown is in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Well, think again?&lt;br /&gt;with the hot glaring sun and the terrible heat&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Avril got the dehydration symptoms and a major feet ache!&lt;br /&gt;Where's a massage when I most need it so badly&lt;br /&gt;My baybee's in Malaysia for a lil family trip&lt;br /&gt;despite the desperates pleading of wanting to go too&lt;br /&gt;Darn! Friday's "fun" instead at work&lt;br /&gt;Well, but baybee's being a sweetie in helping me with my shopping there&lt;br /&gt;while I get tied down with the work load&lt;br /&gt;I have to clear by the new year's&lt;br /&gt;The weekend's here with the new dvds bought from there&lt;br /&gt;and a night cycling with baybee tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Finally spending some time together away from my work&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekends....&lt;br /&gt;A thought of MOS is quite a temptation this sat with Bao!&lt;br /&gt;Hrmp! Shall we baybee?&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/10296153-113777109456649577?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113777109456649577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113777109456649577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113777109456649577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113777109456649577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-so-they-say-best-time-to-head-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113768411839962078</id><published>2006-01-19T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T07:35:07.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/sundayout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/sundayout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so this is a late post of shutterbug moments&lt;br /&gt;I'm finallly able to log on this com of mine&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my Nano being low batt&lt;br /&gt;my Digi is too full on pictures&lt;br /&gt;and my phone needs some mp3!&lt;br /&gt;Been so utterly busy, that once I stepped into my bed&lt;br /&gt;nothing tempts me but my bed!&lt;br /&gt;and counting down and disciplining my body&lt;br /&gt;I need my body resting by 11.30!&lt;br /&gt;Too much work, too many kiddos' party invitations and so on...&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be long day tommrrow...&lt;br /&gt;Water play for the little kiddos in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and Chinatown in the afternoon for my BIG kiddos&lt;br /&gt;and tuition at night&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a trip out of school and hopefully no dreadful moments&lt;br /&gt;where I would wanna strangle their heads!&lt;br /&gt;Been speaking and screaming too much,&lt;br /&gt;teaching a K2 class is  no joke&lt;br /&gt;with kids unable to even write properly, or even lazy to sit up&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Avril is as strict as she can be&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the high expectations of what my mum had of me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing this voice with an upset tummy&lt;br /&gt;down again with some flu I predict&lt;br /&gt;BUT fear not!&lt;br /&gt;Pipakao is on the way, hoping to fight these stoopid germs&lt;br /&gt;for I have a night cycling maggie mee night with Joey on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;and a lamp lunch date with the family&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;br /&gt;Joey's mummy's song list is rocking on my itunes...&lt;br /&gt;the good old tunes, the oldies, the love songs...&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwww.....&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/10296153-113768411839962078?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113768411839962078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113768411839962078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113768411839962078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113768411839962078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-so-this-is-late-post-of-shutterbug.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113729468464685135</id><published>2006-01-15T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:11:24.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A million whats and a million hows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;when one tried to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yet wasn't given a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;One never went away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but staying right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;one was helplessly empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&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/10296153-113729468464685135?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113729468464685135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113729468464685135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113729468464685135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113729468464685135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/million-whats-and-million-howswhen-one.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113723239528618416</id><published>2006-01-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:55:12.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/sunny.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/sunny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gardening? You got to be kidding!&lt;br /&gt;But lazing on this hot Saturday....&lt;br /&gt;that's what the sun's been tempting me to do&lt;br /&gt;Been busy here and there today&lt;br /&gt;and finally ... POOf!&lt;br /&gt;Here I am on my chair&lt;br /&gt;enjoying my icy water, cool aircon and great jazz&lt;br /&gt;But before I realised, I look again at my clock&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Joey's picking me in half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the sun&lt;br /&gt;I loved the rain&lt;br /&gt;Please come back some day&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;your greatest rain fan&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/10296153-113723239528618416?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113723239528618416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113723239528618416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113723239528618416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113723239528618416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/gardening-you-got-to-be-kidding-but.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113699225996835457</id><published>2006-01-11T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T07:32:52.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/zouk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/zouk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's been a while since I sat down and actually think what to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;with the short week ahead and the cold weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm not surprised that I've been sneezing and coughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Saturday was a party for Joey's bestie FEL at Zouk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;with a nice dinner treat at Marche's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;we ended the night at Zouk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;with Dave Seaman spinning and funny people running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Oopsy, I mean dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A lazy wet Sunday staying home and chilling with baybee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's back to school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;An sms came around midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;with the news of the death of my ex literature teacher from KC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;with the numerous amount of sms I got within the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;it was enough to fill up my inbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Drove down to St Joseph's church with Joey for the prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Many ex kcians, many familar faces, many shocked feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was an unexpected news, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;which sadden many of those who was touched by her in one way or another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For me personally, she was the one who made me see Lit differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;with a dramatic teaching method, most of us could never fall asleep in her class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and of course from a 40 plus in Lit, I remember shooting up to a 80 marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Many memories of her police action stories and of course the discipline she had on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was a night we remembered the old days, the school days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;the days where this kind lady came into our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Thank you Miss Devi, you'll always be in my prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For the night of many kcians there, it's like a meeting up session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;with old mates and teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Don't you miss the old days Joey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;where the word senior and junior were such hot topics? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*Grinz*&lt;br /&gt;Spent the Hari raya holiday with a short make over for Joey's lil brat&lt;br /&gt;Lil brat = Larissa *Joey's lil sis*&lt;br /&gt;and of course her darling and Joey.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up snipping off a little of my hair and of course a great change for Larissa&lt;br /&gt;We ended up dining at Swensen with the young love birds and Joey's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*winks* Yours truly has achieved the target of shopping within half an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A coat for raining days and running shoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;with addition of discounts going on... why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's a good buy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's two days to weekends and hopefully able to meet up with my honey bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and getting my ass down to the gym on sunday morning!&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm, with my nano, digi and my hp being low batt!&lt;br /&gt;I have to swallow at least 4 pills before heading off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;Till then, where I can sit here and type the night away again&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying Michael Buble singing on my itunes&lt;br /&gt;and I'm loving the rainy nights...&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/fridays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A first Friday of the year: never been better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;This whole week has never been so stressful and busy. A new year, a new start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;new classes, new kids, more work and less time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thank goodness for the short weeks at the beginning of the new year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I get in between breaks for me to just sit down and  just think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Been talking to my bestie lately, sometimes I wished I found the right words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;to make her feel comfort and make her feel like there is love not only from one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;but she has to try to start anew to look for love that she deserves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But, who am I to say all these, to make her see what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;2005 has past, a year of tears and pain, of loss and hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It has been a year of myself as an individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;growing, maturing and learning from mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Events that has happened in the last year has made me see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;that fate makes things happen, yet fate makes things twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;how things happened for a reason and how prayers are answered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's how people takes things for granted, and how sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;some just dont deserve your love, sacrifice and apologizes and wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I never stopped beliving in love, who does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Maturity lies within how people see you and how you make things right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Who would be right to say they are matured enough to handle the word love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;No one's perfect, neither am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I learnt to believe, that I will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;by one who cares and believe right in their eyes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That this is you, this is the person I accept to be as and this is who I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Despite the many times I would wish my bestie to move on and look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I stopped and thought... how she felt as how I was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;unable to connect the emotions and love the heart and the mind has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It makes one ponder about the memories, yet leave one sleepless and hurt in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's how we fought for the words, 'fate, patience, time and love'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But who would ever understand these four words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;who could ever wait and love, sacrifice yet hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for another so much, and despite it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It just wasn't enough, or never be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When would be enough or satisfied? Or make another see what's right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;As I wrote this, this song came upon my itunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I stopped and listened, and heard carefully of the lyrics of this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Read it, maybe you might understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Finally I figured out, but it took a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;And now there's a turnabout,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been times, I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;All my roads, they lead to you&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say,&lt;br /&gt;What it is I see in you&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I'll always, be with you&lt;br /&gt;But words can't say, And I can't do&lt;br /&gt;Enough to prove, it's all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd seen it all,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's been a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;But then we'll trip and fall, wondering if I'm blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been times,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;All my roads, they lead to you&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say, what it is I see in you&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I'll always, be with you&lt;br /&gt;But words can't say, and I can't do&lt;br /&gt;Enough to prove, It's all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain comes pouring down&lt;br /&gt;Falling from blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Words without a sound&lt;br /&gt;Coming from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I figured out, but it took a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;And now there's a turnabout,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;There's been times, I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;All my roads, They lead to you&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn, And walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say, What it is I see in you&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I'll always, Be with you&lt;br /&gt;But words can't say, And I can't do&lt;br /&gt;Enough to prove, It's all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to say&lt;br /&gt;Hard to say it’s all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And so it's hard to say or even see or understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Would they ever know that it's all for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My bestie, my fwen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for the many times you felt that people don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;pray and believe that someone out there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;have been in that very situation, that pain and that tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;As much as many would say time would heal the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;what else within that pain would be difficult to understand or comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sometimes, we hope for comfort and strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;or happiness and thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I guess, for these moments we pray and wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;it would be someday we would both have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and smile to one another and say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"It was worth the time, the pain, the sacrifice, the tears and the love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Another 3 hours before I'm heading out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A night out with Joey and a birthday @Zouk to attend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A time away from work, thoughts and books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and definately a Sunday @Queensway to buy my running shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And so the question pops this weekend for you readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"What's your views on cradle snatchers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*Apparently, a hot topic and a common scene I see these days*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Post a comment... let's do some research on these cradle minds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113661827873952656?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113661827873952656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113661827873952656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113661827873952656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113661827873952656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-friday-of-year-never-been-better.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113639182703134337</id><published>2006-01-05T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:24:46.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/PICT00592a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/PICT00592a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New year's day before heading to Joey's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/PICT00211a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/PICT00211a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lil shutterbug moment before we headed outside Zouk with slippers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *just to say hello to people*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/PICT00221a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/PICT00221a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can we go now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/PICT0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/PICT0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two silly 'children' trying to fix the chicken little toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/PICT0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two brats I lurve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/PICT0002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/PICT0002a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My baby brat I spoil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Finally some spare time to blog and  bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;does it rhyme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Been so damn busy ever since work began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and here I am thinking of the next holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And now..... I have the sudden urge of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stopping this crap and say goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Too daze and tired to put up the New year pictures I had with Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so here they are, unphotoshopped with little display&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;till then.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I still wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;was thanks all that could be said?&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/10296153-113639182703134337?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113639182703134337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113639182703134337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113639182703134337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113639182703134337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-day-before-heading-to-joeys.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113595535805152295</id><published>2005-12-30T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T07:09:18.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/PICT0007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/PICT0007.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lil Bao and Lala! thanks for being such a crazee bestie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/pict0014aa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/pict0014aa1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A lil comfort for a "Crime story" night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/PICT0003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/320/PICT0003a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;The dolor, Lala shutters and the Bao talker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lazy Friday night, just spending time with my family&lt;br /&gt;before the new year's eve with joey&lt;br /&gt;*A quick update of the week*&lt;br /&gt;A quiet Christmas with my family and over at joey's&lt;br /&gt;And there the holidays became overloaded work&lt;br /&gt;spring cleaning, packing, planning and more cleaning&lt;br /&gt;over a period of 3 days till late in the evening&lt;br /&gt;All ready for the new year, new kids, and new classes for lil teacher!&lt;br /&gt;It's just 2 days to the new year&lt;br /&gt;thinking about how the year has been&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs, tears and laughter&lt;br /&gt;resolutions aren't always something good&lt;br /&gt;I'm much stronger and wiser in my thinking&lt;br /&gt;more matured and sensible&lt;br /&gt;I aint who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I believed more in myself, God and prayers&lt;br /&gt;I believed in myself, my ability to strive and to love myself&lt;br /&gt;despite those moments when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;I think about how things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;and how I grow as an individual from those things that happen&lt;br /&gt;I saw how fate played a twist&lt;br /&gt;and how good things never last&lt;br /&gt;no one ever said it would&lt;br /&gt;time played a part as much as I would go far for time&lt;br /&gt;but would time ever give you that chance&lt;br /&gt;New changes for a healthier life in 2006&lt;br /&gt;going according to planned&lt;br /&gt;Smoking season has ended for good&lt;br /&gt;gym every sat to build and train back my injured ankle&lt;br /&gt;continue adding those extra tuition pay to the savings&lt;br /&gt;never easy being one of the sole bread winner and of course my trip to aust&lt;br /&gt;Lil Lala has grown up! with a lil tease from Joey of being Daddy's gal&lt;br /&gt;It would be a good new year&lt;br /&gt;with more work and less time&lt;br /&gt;with more friends and more laughter&lt;br /&gt;hopefully lesser tears and better relations&lt;br /&gt;a lil more family time and love with Joey&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Greetings till 2006.....&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again in the new year&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/10296153-113595535805152295?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113595535805152295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113595535805152295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113595535805152295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113595535805152295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/lil-bao-and-lala-thanks-for-being-such.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113569624634943923</id><published>2005-12-27T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:44:00.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I tried to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I smiled to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I hear it every hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I tried to surpress all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I see the clock ticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I count the moments left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I never saw a day without a call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;or just a moment of silence between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;How much time do I have left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Little moments to have you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;when you last told me u're leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A simple day, a simple time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Would there a day one would ever understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;what time was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;what friends were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and what reasons of calls were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; The urge of giving up is just here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;All I needed was time after a day's work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a simple time from someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;uninterrupted time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I guess the day would be the day I lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;How far would you go for time?&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/10296153-113569624634943923?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113569624634943923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113569624634943923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113569624634943923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113569624634943923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-tried-to-understand-i-smiled-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113541385119957216</id><published>2005-12-24T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:28:02.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;For my love... on this Christmas eve... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;For all I've been blessed with in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;There was an emptiness in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I was imprisoned by the power of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;With one honest touch, you set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Let the world stop turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Let the sun stop burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Let them tell me love's not worth going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;The only dream that mattered had come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;In this life, I was loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;For every mountain I have climbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Every raging river crossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;You were the treasure that I longed to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Without your love I would be lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Let the world stop turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Let the sun stop burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Let them tell me love's not worth going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;The only dream that mattered had come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;In this life i was loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;In this life, I was loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For every moment we share....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's amazing how you make me feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday seems like heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;just by knowing I was loved by you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For the times you stood by me and  helped me pick up the broken pieces that once fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For the moments you told me to cry  and not hide inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For every reason we fough and laughed about our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and the days we spent with one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113541385119957216?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113541385119957216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113541385119957216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113541385119957216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113541385119957216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113535394342386391</id><published>2005-12-24T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T08:15:22.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/baybee%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/baybee%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just before I left the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; itunes got me grooving to Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;while I got a little carried away with the pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Looking back  at Joey's grad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lala's lack of space for pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in reminder that Christmas and New year are coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;An evening with baybeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the upgraded parkway, the busy Lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;while Joey gets a handful of bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we get giggy busy with last minute presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;too much shampoo and of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A row of Lala's fav shops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ALL LINED IN A ROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;plus an additional ladies restroom for after shopping piss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A drive back for an exchanged present for Pickleberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and a little chat with baybeee to end off the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's finally Christmas Eve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good night world&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/10296153-113535394342386391?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113535394342386391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113535394342386391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113535394342386391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113535394342386391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-before-i-left-house-itunes-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113531498837906096</id><published>2005-12-23T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:17:36.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And while I get busy with the new uploaded pictures on the bloggy&lt;br /&gt;(Check it out if u're free)&lt;br /&gt;my baybee joey's catching the Kingkong at Cini playing mahjong&lt;br /&gt;a family day in a funky way!&lt;br /&gt;2 days to Christmas and a whole lot sneezes I'm getting!&lt;br /&gt;A good start to this festive season, my dearest couz got accepted to St Gab's Sec&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting I finally cleared my room, made the Tiramisu AND...&lt;br /&gt;Charged my Nano *Grinz! it nearly died on me!*&lt;br /&gt;This is including the present I bought for Baybee and myself!&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas would be a quiet one, away from the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;away from the celebrations! Just wines and booze, friends and comfort&lt;br /&gt;Somehow as we grow, a quiet night of celebrating is more appropritate&lt;br /&gt;than those crowd noises, head banging body squeezing young people&lt;br /&gt;who simply looked like they never clubbed in their lives!&lt;br /&gt;But what can I say... 18, 19 years old who just managed to get their official note of&lt;br /&gt;heading to clubs, getting all high and dancing like they never did before&lt;br /&gt;What to say, we have all been there and done that...&lt;br /&gt;aint such a triller like how it is to most young people!&lt;br /&gt;New year's eve been planned out for baybee and me...&lt;br /&gt;a quiet evening, a quiet night... spending just quality time to welcome the new year&lt;br /&gt;*Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to catch "all about you"&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my baybee for buying me her first Chinese show!&lt;br /&gt;*due to massive consideration if I should even get it for 2 months!*&lt;br /&gt;to one and all...&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113531498837906096?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113531498837906096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113531498837906096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113531498837906096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113531498837906096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-while-i-get-busy-with-new-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113515242076096615</id><published>2005-12-21T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:07:00.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't need anything from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/10296153-113515242076096615?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113515242076096615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113515242076096615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113515242076096615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113515242076096615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dont-need-anything-from-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113500589388263297</id><published>2005-12-20T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T08:18:21.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/xmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; replied with a nice grin on my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it types: "I want Joey to stay. Haha! shouldn't you ask Joey what I want instead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;with a kidding laugh at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "the Oh oh message tone beeps"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Well Bao, you can try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kidnap her in a box and wrapped a ribbon around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Send it to Pasir Ris and you have made me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P/s: Don't forget to put more stamps in case the post man says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Overweight parcel, please send back!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But thinking of presents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I have completed what I need for the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1. My Ipod Nano (Definately a heartbreaker on my paycheck!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. My havaianas sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3. My Starck watch and my charm bracelet from Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4. My 7610 (present from joey's daddy who planned such a high impossible interest rate )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5. My Digi and its crumpler pouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6. My lamp from aussie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7. My countless shopping trips @Esprite and not being able to get my white skirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8. My davidoff perfume (from joey's daddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;9. A picture of my grandma by my bedside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10. On a personal note which money could never buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;strength and courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;trust and fwenship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;respect and acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sacrifice and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;truthfulness and loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;maturity and comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Work and fwenship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;family and besties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a love that can never be replaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wished ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;time and strenth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;trust and respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;acceptance and comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;less tears, more laughter and being happy with who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Loving myself, to love others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to forget the hurtful and remember the ones that care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;successful and organised&lt;br /&gt;catching up with my degree&lt;br /&gt;keeping my family safe and sound, happy and jolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to guide my baybee in her decisions in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and of course to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my besties gurlies whom I simply lurve to be as they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to my bestie whom I simply care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope she seeks love in herself and that someday someone out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;will cherish the love, care and patience she has for someone she loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*U know who you are*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For the new friends I made, many thanks for being there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and making me see how life can be simple and happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; wished Mama was here despite the many dreams of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my aussie trip in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*mountains, koala, shopping, driving, the marine life, farms*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Do you see what I see?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6 days to Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;12 days to New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;14 days to a brand new year of work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*Hello 2006, Goodbye 2005*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(And to realise, I'm 23 next year! Bleah!)&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/10296153-113500589388263297?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113500589388263297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113500589388263297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113500589388263297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113500589388263297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-replied-with-nice-grin-on-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113492047714990895</id><published>2005-12-18T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T07:41:17.180-08:00</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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; The Sunday &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Too long a wait&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Nuggets &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Simei &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Masking Tape for Joey &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; No nice heels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(with disappointment) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Hello Kyle and Wanrou &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;  A zoom drive to Church &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; A sleepy mass&lt;br /&gt;("Joey! Get outta of the car") &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  *&lt;/span&gt; Nice Green tea&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt; A zoom drive back to Simei &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; A candle light dinner@ Jack's place &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Too many aeroplanes for Joey!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt; Christmas pressies for my tuition kids &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; A good talk after a walk &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Rosa's calls with good news for Christmas and New year! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Taxi taxi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Good night baybeeee &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Hello to my folks at home! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Testing chocolates for mummy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Waiting for the match to begin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Random blogging &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Hello Stranger &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; The Nano charges while the iTune plays &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Where's baybeeee? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Bugis shopping tomorrow after tuition (purlease baybeee?) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&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/10296153-113492047714990895?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113492047714990895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113492047714990895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113492047714990895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113492047714990895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/sunday-too-long-wait-nuggets-simei.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113480734938942407</id><published>2005-12-17T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T00:17:41.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;This is what it read on my screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You're soon to be getting something new, something festive, something that'll fit you without a doubt. What is this gift the cosmos has to give you? Some hints: It's not any particular color, it's one size fits all (it looks good on everyone) and it's something you'll definitely want to return. That's right -- it's love, the best present ever. Whether it's coming from friends, family, a sweetheart and/or the world in general, be ready to give it right back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I read it, the phone with a unknown number&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh... that familiar voice!&lt;br /&gt;My bestie is finally back home!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and I'm dying to see her later! *with a note from her that I'm the first she called*&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting Ben and Jerry's ice cream for lunch&lt;br /&gt;while having a good chat with a ex gf of mine&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good day so far!&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the hours to see Joey! *Yipeeee*&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113480734938942407?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113480734938942407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113480734938942407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113480734938942407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113480734938942407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-what-it-read-on-my-screen.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113480127189340038</id><published>2005-12-17T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:20:17.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/pride%20and%20prejudice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/pride%20and%20prejudice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;She can now alas see through you&lt;br /&gt;put aside the grieve of losing you&lt;br /&gt;however she holds a belief&lt;br /&gt;that you possess no such grieve&lt;br /&gt;She sees you now in a different light&lt;br /&gt;a stronger more focused light that shines upon you&lt;br /&gt;you spell of pride and prejudice&lt;br /&gt;you possess no urge to rekindle the light&lt;br /&gt;not of love but of innocent friendship&lt;br /&gt;you treat them without the curse of that failed love&lt;br /&gt;you smile, laugh, talk with them&lt;br /&gt;and should she stop pursuing this weak light&lt;br /&gt;the light would immediately fall dim&lt;br /&gt;and die away amidst the thick darkness&lt;br /&gt;She sees clearly now how to do things&lt;br /&gt;you steer clear of her&lt;br /&gt;you do not want anymore of her&lt;br /&gt;not the love and neither the friendship&lt;br /&gt;you want only of God and anything else&lt;br /&gt;all except her&lt;br /&gt;you do not shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;you do not fall apart in emotions&lt;br /&gt;you see no reason to do so&lt;br /&gt;you feel her is long gone&lt;br /&gt;from your heart it has dispersed&lt;br /&gt;into millions of shattered shards&lt;br /&gt;She owns nothing but a kind heart&lt;br /&gt;a heart that yearns for friendship&lt;br /&gt;of equal treatment as with others&lt;br /&gt;She knows she's not wanted&lt;br /&gt;so she hides away in her corner&lt;br /&gt;of darkness and sadness and regret&lt;br /&gt;She shuns away when she realises&lt;br /&gt;She is not wanted anymore&lt;br /&gt;so the light flickers and then&lt;br /&gt;just disappear into the dark&lt;br /&gt;further into the silence&lt;br /&gt;and deeper into the deep endless&lt;br /&gt;sorrow and regret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A classical literature that captured my heart years back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Come to think of it, I loved Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;being a convent girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's not everyday you have Literature as one of your subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and of course taking it as one of your O Level!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gosh! When was the last time I heard the word "O'level". From the classical works of Jane Austen, the story have proved the most infinitely adaptable to the screen. Looking back at the days of KC, most of us dread the subject and the teacher, the essays we had to write, the analysis we have to brainstorm. It was obviously your luck if you had the writing charm to get the grades. For me as an individual, I only enjoyed the books of Literature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;From Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet, Pride and Prejudice to a much favourite Merchant of Venice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Thanks to my sister for easy updated notes that she left in her book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday's movie was a test of understanding and of course patience, dragging parts of the story that kept many eyes in those cinema shut for a moment and as the story moves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it shows the battle of sexes between the characters, marriage, respect, money, family and as one of the reviews commented "The hate that dare not speak its name is, of course, love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How the caption of the movie just leads mind to wonder and many hearts to shatter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the one person you can't live without"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In reality we see, could we ever be in that last person or that one person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had a friend who's been in love with another more than she ever expected she could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What she could never had was a chance, to make another happy as a mate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A special friendship, a complicated heart, were there moments of love or lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Matters of the heart, which one could never understand. As we tell ourselves or our peers how much time will heal and let us/them see how love works or how fate twist. It's a feeling easier said than done. What's left for us all is to ease the confused mind and pick up the broken pieces that we wondered "Did the pieces ever fall in the first place?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113480127189340038?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113480127189340038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113480127189340038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113480127189340038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113480127189340038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/she-can-now-alas-see-through-you-put.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113471086176178164</id><published>2005-12-16T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:23:43.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/do%20u%20know.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/do%20u%20know.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Inspired by the movie "Hitch" which I finally managed to catch on Dvd&lt;br /&gt;The sentences ahead have permanently made my thoughts wonder a little&lt;br /&gt;The movie, like the ordinary... the guy ends up with the lady&lt;br /&gt;What moves my mind to smile... What a guy who was once a coward to stand up and&lt;br /&gt;face reality, to pick up the pieces of what he lost and took the courage to fix them all together.&lt;br /&gt;Will Smith played a awesome role in being the "dick doctor" in other words.&lt;br /&gt;I have completed the book called "Landscape of dreams" by Maggie Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;Described as a comtemporary exploration of the Surrealist world view,&lt;br /&gt;the photo collages and how they produce beauty and intriguing emotional impact on&lt;br /&gt;reader like me. I'm a sucker for art, films, paintings, designs&lt;br /&gt;and how I wanted to ever be in this line. But, sad to say I'm a confessed amateur individual&lt;br /&gt;who simply can't draw professionally for art. Well, maybe  kids simple drawings like animals, and other objects, that would take me an extra mile in focusing on the art piece,&lt;br /&gt;complete it and have tons of pencil shavings all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at what I have written, I found a made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;A rambling on a Friday, while waiting for time to pass by, another hour till I go for my date. As one would say, "it would be just like the first".&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the daze of dating and knowing another, what's good about it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a coward to believe and see what's out there for me and who are the friends and people who shows their true heart to care and love. What is love? Don't want to go through that topic of love. Immature love or true love?&lt;br /&gt;Only you would know, only you can figure them out  yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a great movie and a lovely date with yours truly. *Would it be like the first?*&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/10296153-113471086176178164?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113471086176178164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113471086176178164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113471086176178164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113471086176178164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/inspired-by-movie-hitch-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113462954631578225</id><published>2005-12-15T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:53:11.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/joey%27s%20grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/joey%27s%20grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10296153-113462954631578225?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113462954631578225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113462954631578225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113462954631578225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113462954631578225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_113462954631578225.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113462969034779356</id><published>2005-12-15T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:55:29.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/jadey%27s%20bbq%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/jadey%27s%20bbq%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/10296153-113462969034779356?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113462969034779356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113462969034779356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113462969034779356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113462969034779356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_113462969034779356.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113462939726352875</id><published>2005-12-15T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:52:05.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/jadey%27s%20bbq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/jadey%27s%20bbq2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10296153-113462939726352875?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113462939726352875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113462939726352875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113462939726352875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113462939726352875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_113462939726352875.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113444964799884644</id><published>2005-12-13T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:54:08.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And here I am, back of this seat of mine&lt;br /&gt;Been having such a great time these 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;that I lost track of time and of course the lack of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to blogged up just a couple of pictures&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for more from Cernie, Rosa, Nic, jadey and Shingy&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. that's a long list to collect from!&lt;br /&gt;Too much partying for the week and of course one more tonight&lt;br /&gt;3 dec: A queer's night @Happy. Too many men. Too hot to handle. Too queer and happy.&lt;br /&gt;6th dec: Tuesday @Thumper. Too many ladies. Too many kisses on Chloe. Too high and dance.&lt;br /&gt;8th dec: Her story @Zouk. Too many awards. Ladies and bad stripping. Martinis smooths me.&lt;br /&gt;13th dec: Parents are coming home! While I'm off to Joey's grad and a fashion show after that.  Another party on for this tonight.&lt;br /&gt;These 5 days been really special&lt;br /&gt;especially with you&lt;br /&gt;spending some quality time despite knowing&lt;br /&gt;that time is running short at hand&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for these days&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing my Pickleberryfairy who's off to Aussie&lt;br /&gt;I hope I see your post card soon and not only sending it block 478!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just 10 blocks away!&lt;br /&gt;For now....&lt;br /&gt;Wait up for the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;* More thumper pictures with Rosa&lt;br /&gt;* More Jadey's  bbq pictures&lt;br /&gt;*Joey's design work and grad pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn....  waiting for joey's return home&lt;br /&gt;Yummy lunch awaits the both of us&lt;br /&gt;potato salad, sausages and Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream!&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/10296153-113444964799884644?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113444964799884644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113444964799884644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113444964799884644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113444964799884644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-here-i-am-back-of-this-seat-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113444824107745278</id><published>2005-12-13T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:31:14.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/tee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10296153-113444824107745278?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113444824107745278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113444824107745278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113444824107745278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113444824107745278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_113444824107745278.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113444791335961769</id><published>2005-12-13T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:28:18.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10296153-113444791335961769?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113444791335961769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113444791335961769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113444791335961769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113444791335961769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_113444791335961769.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113444791962987902</id><published>2005-12-13T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:26:46.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/thumper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/thumper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10296153-113444791962987902?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113444791962987902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113444791962987902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113444791962987902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113444791962987902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113397124290227677</id><published>2005-12-08T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T08:25:57.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;it's been a quiet night&lt;br /&gt;I whispered I love you&lt;br /&gt;But you can't hear me&lt;br /&gt;Were you thinking of me too?&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/10296153-113397124290227677?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113397124290227677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113397124290227677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113397124290227677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113397124290227677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-miss-you-its-been-quiet-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113395173867172304</id><published>2005-12-07T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:18:43.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Exhausted and Restless. It's been a while since I last clubbed ever since Liquid room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*A Tuesday @Thumper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2 Queens night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's girls only as they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Grooving hot music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Poles and Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vodka, vodka, vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Where's my Martini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Too many ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;as Irene Ang hosts the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my Chloe dearie with her kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The solo individual winner for the the most kisses award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3am and home sweet home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I feel vodka down my throat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't seem to catch up with sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The night's been quiet today, helping my parents pack their luggage&lt;br /&gt;cause they're leaving on a jetplane and leaving me back here once again&lt;br /&gt;Not because I didn't want to go, but too many things came up&lt;br /&gt;and of course... I'm hoping to plan my schedule, work and much more&lt;br /&gt;I managed to clear my wardrobe with 2 big bags of clothes&lt;br /&gt;plus, my table which was filled with work, papers and simpy rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;And of a sudden, I felt a certain emptiness in me&lt;br /&gt;the emotional self being is tangled with my emotions&lt;br /&gt;I hope my bestie is feeling better *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;I'm always here babe though I'm gonna miss you when u leave for your trip!&lt;br /&gt;My boss left me a message about my progress with my conferences.&lt;br /&gt;And got a big scolding for just thinking about next year's work theme&lt;br /&gt;when these holidays aren't half way over!&lt;br /&gt;Have I been overworking or simply a kan chiong spider!&lt;br /&gt;As known to many, I've believed to be that perfect imperfection&lt;br /&gt;I guess no one's perfect as much as they want to&lt;br /&gt;how much can you be truthful to yourself and God&lt;br /&gt;about what you want, what you did or what you achieved&lt;br /&gt;I've seen faces of people that changed within time&lt;br /&gt;how perfect they try to be or act in front of another&lt;br /&gt;within themselves, are they being truthful?&lt;br /&gt;The perfect imperfection, how can one ever overcome or accept it&lt;br /&gt;Would you be one of those who would love another's imperfection&lt;br /&gt;This entry can go on and on... and no one can ever explain how humans work&lt;br /&gt;either can I&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to see how God works in certain ways&lt;br /&gt;how they planned signs in our lives that answer prayers&lt;br /&gt;how fate made you see how unworthy those who aren't truthful in their words&lt;br /&gt;and how things go around and come around&lt;br /&gt;I belived in that, do you?&lt;br /&gt;For the prayers he answered&lt;br /&gt;the insecurities I prayed for&lt;br /&gt;for the lies I once felt so strongly&lt;br /&gt;for making me a stronger person in my life&lt;br /&gt;for allowing me to love in a better way&lt;br /&gt;and showing me how I was cherished&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;*Pictures will be up soon!!! 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the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where I felt the wall was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; floor were filled with Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lil Babez yet Countless &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt; and her 'sistas'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too many &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;names&lt;/span&gt; to recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yawn suggest &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dolor and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Fruitips?"&lt;/span&gt; says Lil Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Redbull&lt;/span&gt; and sushi's up my throat&lt;br /&gt;My cold running &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thumper's&lt;/span&gt; making me excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awwww.. Orchard's  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Christmas light&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Pix pix Pix &lt;/span&gt;uploading soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt; you.....&lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113363433805058717?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113363433805058717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113363433805058717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113363433805058717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113363433805058717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/q.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113359621993920171</id><published>2005-12-03T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:50:19.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/green.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love completes you, but that doesn't mean you seek it out.&lt;br /&gt;When love comes your way, you integrate it peacefully into the rest of you life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Laid back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Walking around aimlessly and talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both enthusiastic and calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&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/10296153-113359621993920171?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113359621993920171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113359621993920171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113359621993920171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113359621993920171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-heart-is-green-love-completes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113359577378610975</id><published>2005-12-03T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:42:53.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/purple.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&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/10296153-113359577378610975?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113359577378610975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113359577378610975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113359577378610975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113359577378610975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-blog-should-be-purple-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113350317734812441</id><published>2005-12-02T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:59:37.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The weekend's here&lt;br /&gt;and I'm outta here!&lt;br /&gt;Driving down to town soon&lt;br /&gt;Early christmas shopping and burfday pressies!&lt;br /&gt;So many things yet so little time&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I managed to get a pressie for my sister&lt;br /&gt;A good deal for a DKNY watch, why not&lt;br /&gt;Sleek and simple..&lt;br /&gt;My family's heading to Bangkok without me&lt;br /&gt;a whole house to myself..&lt;br /&gt;with events that have been pre booked on my calander&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Birthday celebration and might head down to zouk just for my fairy!&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Pickleberryfairy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Thumper after all these months of working on a Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: *No plans yet*&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Her story @Zouk with my besties gurlies&lt;br /&gt;Friday: *No plans yet*&lt;br /&gt;Sat: *No plans yet*&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Jadey gurlie's bbq with my besties...&lt;br /&gt;Next tuesday: Joey's Grad and fashion show&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on!&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here..&lt;br /&gt;23 days to Christmas!&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/10296153-113350317734812441?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113350317734812441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113350317734812441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113350317734812441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113350317734812441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekends-here-and-im-outta-here.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113345691955515435</id><published>2005-12-01T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:13:28.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113345691955515435?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113345691955515435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113345691955515435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113345691955515435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113345691955515435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113336280307938801</id><published>2005-11-30T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:04:02.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*Drained*&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, physically and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever understand&lt;br /&gt;where I stand now, what I feel or what I say&lt;br /&gt;When I thought time was the last on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;*Drained*&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/10296153-113336280307938801?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113336280307938801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113336280307938801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113336280307938801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113336280307938801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/drained-mentally-physically-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113322944457569446</id><published>2005-11-28T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:01:06.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/nokia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/nokia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10296153-113322944457569446?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113322944457569446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113322944457569446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113322944457569446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113322944457569446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_113322944457569446.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113315306086002377</id><published>2005-11-28T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:45:17.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/greta%27s%20birthday%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/greta%27s%20birthday%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10296153-113315306086002377?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113315306086002377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113315306086002377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113315306086002377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113315306086002377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113311353049980399</id><published>2005-11-28T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T09:57:53.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/greta%27s%20birthday%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/greta%27s%20birthday%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's been a while since we gurlies met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the night was simply great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;too much laughter and snapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the birthday gurl couldn't get any drunk with rootbeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Shoo the candles and welcoming 22 years of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A ciggie on the cake for the birthday gurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Chocolate royal taste good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the beer can't get any better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;While Dolor and Lala enjoy Heineken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the gurlies indulge in some Tiger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The night goes on till 2am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Oh what a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I thank God for you gurlies in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;cause we all know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;despite the busy lives we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;the little time we spend together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;deep in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;we simply lurve each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;Greta, Pohkee, Rosie, Polly, Yuko, Veronica&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;we do need a new name for andrea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113311353049980399?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113311353049980399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113311353049980399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113311353049980399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113311353049980399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-while-since-we-gurlies-met.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113306973774948639</id><published>2005-11-27T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:35:37.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It's one of those sundays&lt;br /&gt;where lazing was just the perfect word&lt;br /&gt;to just let the Nano groove in your ears and you just stone&lt;br /&gt;where I realised holidays have just begun&lt;br /&gt;with a lil left over work to officially start with&lt;br /&gt;A hundred and forty pictures upload&lt;br /&gt;where do I even start!&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantasic overnight camp with my kids&lt;br /&gt;and a perfect birthday booze gathering with the gurlies last night&lt;br /&gt;Wishing my Pickleberryfairy was there too!&lt;br /&gt;(Despite knowing she's grooving to the clubs in KL)&lt;br /&gt;Come December, a whole lot of planned events&lt;br /&gt;Thumper, Her story, Joey's grad, Fashion show, Jadey's Bbq&lt;br /&gt;Christmas shopping, 2006 planning, Egeria and Fel's arrival,&lt;br /&gt;and of course, spending time with my family...&lt;br /&gt;"Swing swing swing" as All American Rejects sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for lunch with Joey and an evening with God&lt;br /&gt;So many things to say and do...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/PICT0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   Could I ever stop the clock from ticking...&lt;br /&gt;*will upload the pix soon people!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113306973774948639?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113306973774948639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113306973774948639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113306973774948639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113306973774948639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-one-of-those-sundays-where-lazing.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113275527106532191</id><published>2005-11-23T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T06:17:24.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/sailor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; 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color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's just one of those nights&lt;br /&gt;Where she find myself submerging her head in the deep waters&lt;br /&gt;She wonders why she would ever have that thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls to no one over a silent plain&lt;br /&gt;where malicious shrubs veil happiness from her&lt;br /&gt;She seeks solace in the depths of her depression&lt;br /&gt;and find nuances of love buried in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She runs from no one but herself&lt;br /&gt;and yearns to find a niche&lt;br /&gt;For none but herself&lt;br /&gt;But can't find naught&lt;br /&gt;For all in all&lt;br /&gt;What's left&lt;br /&gt;is just&lt;br /&gt;Death.&lt;/p&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/10296153-113267271887720630?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113267271887720630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113267271887720630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113267271887720630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113267271887720630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-just-one-of-those-nights-where-she.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113250122522198745</id><published>2005-11-20T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T07:40:25.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And finally!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Some time off to sit and stare at this com of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Been so busy that I haven't had time to even drink water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Not being paid a million thousands for my job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but it's the time of the month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Not periods, nor a time to complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;yet! a time where meeting parents and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;discussing about progress, development and so fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When will it ever end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Camp starts tommorroe and even though I'm excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This cough and voice of mine aint helping me right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The bugger flu and excuse me...... I haven't been drinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;In fact the last time I drank was at least 2 months back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A dearest loved one came across something unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that made her life changed within a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and made me think what love was really all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As much as I was once in her position, I was once in his position too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;About trust, lies, honesty, love and respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How could one ever have all these qualities when they claimed they loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No matter how much one could forgive and move on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;At the back of the head, wouldn't one ever wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Seeing her cry, I lent her my shoulder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the same way she stood by me when I cried over another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;From a sister to a sister, I felt her pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The pain of seeing things that weren't expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the back flashed back, how one could be so god damn good to another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;yet played a mind fooling game in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so much for "loving and would understand some day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I finally understood what they meant and what I need right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Enough of this, enough of all I once believed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I had enough, get out and leave......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;from a sister to a sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"I know how it feels and I feel that pain of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to find out and things and link them all up to events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it brought us to see that things happened for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we find things unexpectly cause God led us there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to narrow the questions we have on our mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and to make a path of a happier life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You once said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"It's his loss to let go of someone who was willing to sacrifice her life for his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's his loss of choosing someone else instead of someone who loved him with all her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's his loss for giving up someone who was willing to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's his loss,  not yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What goes around comes around, it's about fate, having true love and time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm saying the very same thing now to you. Easier said than done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But, god will make you stronger in heart and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He did for me, and he's still healing me. He will heal you too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A short weekend and some time off away from work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Funfair was tiring yet successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Managed to raise funds, get free ice cream and of course balloon party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and not forgetting the Arsenal ice jelly incidents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Scene one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This ang mo father came up and asked "What's this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so then i replied "Oh! is ice jelly with cocktail"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He looked at my Arsenal jersey and said "So u're an arsenal fan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I nodded "yeap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He replied "that's great! I am too... Ok then, give me 2 ice jellies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*So jersey gives a boost to sales!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Scene two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Another father comes up with a son and said "Ice jelly huh? Homemade?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I replied "yeah, and you should try it cause it taste good!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the little son said " I want ice jelly!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the father said "Ok, give me one for my boy and extra two to take away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;since you're an Arsenal fan too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*Grinning* "Great! you won't regret it" I replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The father asked" So I guess your fav player is Henry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I shaked my head and replied "Nope! I adore Pires ever since I became an Arsenal Fan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He looked at me in surprise "Really? You're rare! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;great to hear something different from a Arsenal gal fan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*Smiles* At the back of head 'Lucky son! U got the jersey I want!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Managed to spend some quiet moments with Joey this weekend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;after a whole long week of busy work loads we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Caught Harry Potter despite the massive booking all around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well, the good thing about internet booking! *at 8am*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Had to run around the library looking around for books on fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My nano's running out of batt and my dear phone's using up my time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;At least I never need to send MMS or download those crappy ring tones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The use of a MMC card which I finally found a good use to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The words are "Upload, upload, upload"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A daily routine of uploading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- My Nano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- My Digi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- My Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I think I need some space to "upload" my energy for another week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;till then.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm missing my special someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*Today was great* Muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113250122522198745?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113250122522198745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113250122522198745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113250122522198745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113250122522198745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-finallysome-time-off-to-sit-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113214725159955360</id><published>2005-11-16T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T05:20:51.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been bugged by the flu bug! *Confused*&lt;br /&gt;Restless and bitter about everything around me&lt;br /&gt;My inflamed throat is giving me a bad night&lt;br /&gt;that it spoils my mood of even talking&lt;br /&gt;I hope my Pickleberryfairy is feeling better now&lt;br /&gt;though the bug has arrived in Pasir Ris to attack&lt;br /&gt;Darn the vitamins, aint helping this weak body of mine after getting chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the lemon honey I bought would ease some pain.&lt;br /&gt;Been blinded by pictures that needs to be arrange for the parent teacher conference&lt;br /&gt;and with the kids photo Christmas cards that are surprise mails for their parents..&lt;br /&gt;the pictures are endlessly uploading and nicely left in folders to burn.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks more to a sort of holiday for me....  with a 5 days home alone week!&lt;br /&gt;I'll work harder and not give up!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Bleah*&lt;br /&gt;Back to picture arranging.... Hello pictures, good bye sleep.&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/10296153-113214725159955360?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113214725159955360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113214725159955360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113214725159955360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113214725159955360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-bugged-by-flu-bug-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113197803324128032</id><published>2005-11-14T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:20:33.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Monday blues with lil tender loving care......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;As Pickleberryfairy labelled her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Where there is no where else to turn to"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lala turns to rambling her utter most emotional thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;listening to those Chinese love songs that seem so perfectly smoothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm a lil sucker for chinese /cantonese songs these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;From S.H.E to Jay chou, to tunes that an old one downloaded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess I finally got the courage to those old tunes that brought back the memory lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Currently suffering from a bad cold and a slight cough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm praying I'm not catching the flu bug like my poor fairy! *Sneeze*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;An update of everything that's happening, three words "No freaking idea!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm in a state of denial of handling the reports on hand, files that need to be update,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;photos that needed to be arranged, planning of activities and endless job load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;As many of you are rushing, so does Teacher Avril &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and her silly thought of having an imaginary fwen to assist me in my work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A comforting note: 2 weeks more to the holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;with my two bitches that are coming back to Singapore! *Yippeee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;with a week of having the whole house to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What else can Avril be dreading with.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. The work schedue next year in relation to the extended hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Having a k2 class finally despite the pressure of draining them to get used to Pri 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Not forgetting, researching on the MOE's system!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Getting started on my degree next year though I did look into a previous place that offered Monash degree in Early Childhood Studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But my mind is still fixed on the degree I deferred this year with Drama and Theatre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Film And Fiction, Special needs, Social policy etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And after which moving on to the Masters of Science in EArly Childhood Education. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel old! Almost old... old to be wiser, old to think and old enough to find matured individuals around me and old enough to see things (as some would say) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We'll see how it goes! (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Dolor's leaving for Perth in February, though it's not a comfirmed decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It would be one of the things I would dread! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause Cause..... *SOoooooooooooooo LoOooooong*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. As a year older, more responsibilities, more opportunies, more matters to look into and of course looking forward for Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Despite, my mama aint here, I know she's smiling at me from up above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And of course, the new / old  peeps that I got to know or meet up again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those who never failed to stand by me when I fell so hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. Dreading and fearing that ONE DAY, my baby aint bringing me for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a kite flying session with a picnic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's a big HINT for u!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and to my bestie Pickleberryfairy GET WELL SOON!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cause Lala misses you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONCLUDED THAT THIS WEEK IS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;'SICK BUG WEEK'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have you been BUGGED too?&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/10296153-113197803324128032?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113197803324128032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113197803324128032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113197803324128032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113197803324128032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/monday-blues-with-lil-tender-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113189743879501014</id><published>2005-11-13T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T08:01:51.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/simei%20(3)aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/simei%20%283%29aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A fantastic Sunday with a lil rushing here and a lil rushing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Car hopping from Tampines to Church then to Simei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, at least we managed to get the phones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and of course get to church early for a carpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;to end off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A good dinner at Simei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yummy! Never better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The reflection of mass this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Where do you think we can find the ideal woman?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;On the covers of glamour magazines? on TV or movies screens? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In the halls of political power?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Something to think about for you?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To the married woman and the single woman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;to the young woman and the elderly woman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;to those working inside and outside the home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;to those woman with or without children, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;this short poem presents a beautiful ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It paints a picture of strength and dignity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;of caring and compassion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;of responsiblilty and trust, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;of love and unity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And most important of all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;this ideal woman places God first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;both in her daily activities and in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you that WoMaN?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113189743879501014?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113189743879501014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113189743879501014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113189743879501014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113189743879501014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/fantastic-sunday-with-lil-rushing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113184592069876436</id><published>2005-11-13T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T17:38:40.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We all try so hard to be strong or free or safe, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or whatever it is we think we need most... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and in the end all we can ever be is just us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's enough because it has to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's not anything else."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt; Anne River Siddons&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/10296153-113184592069876436?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113184592069876436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113184592069876436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113184592069876436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113184592069876436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-all-try-so-hard-to-be-strong-or.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113181507441839184</id><published>2005-11-13T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:07:14.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;T.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.M.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;.I.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;.E.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;hopefully not stepping in that home ground for 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;6.45am: Darn the alarm and hello to the good cold morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;7.40am: Rushing out with my Nano blasting just to wake me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;8am: Arrival at work, preparation for 9am's orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;9am - 11.30am: busy at work, new kids, christmas stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;11.45am: Dolor picks me up for lunch with her homely peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;12.30pm: Browsing and browsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dolor wants me to blog my sorrows on how to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;check out a salesgirl while helping to pick up a earring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*Bleh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3pm: "Can we go home now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dolor's daddy calls for SOS at Best Denki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4.10pm: 3 phones, heart aching Dolor despite the bill aint going to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4.45pm: Home sweet home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;K.O after all that shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;6.15pm: Alarm rings *We're late!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quick quick quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;7.10pm: A ride from Dolor's dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;7.15pm: In session with "Just like heaven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Predictable ending: the touch of the hand, rooftop garden and the kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;10pm: Finally back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Clearing the pix on my phones, storing numbers, deleting numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Charging and updating Nano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Uploded new pics on blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*Sneeze*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;An urge to prebook the Harry Potter tix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1am: Logging off and a good night's sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;*Despite the high interest you decided to charge me every minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;and not accepting any of it! Thanks for the phone Uncle!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113181507441839184?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113181507441839184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113181507441839184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113181507441839184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113181507441839184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/t.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113172565233967013</id><published>2005-11-12T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:14:12.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Tired eyes tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;What do the eyes mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A sudden thought stuck this clueless mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Look into the eyes of someone and tell me what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of lonliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of cheerfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of discomfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of pureness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of unfaithfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eyes of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;What do those eyes say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Do they mean what they look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;or does everyones' eyes just an image on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Do they ever mean what they look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Would they ever see what's around them or within them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;for every reason, they looked in that way for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;No one would ever know except you yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A friday on a topic of eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Do the eyes ever bore you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Do they ever made you see what's truly around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;or made you see people in their honesty and truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I'm a confessed individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I saw what I had to see,  hated what I once saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Through these confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I'm glad I found my way back to these eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;They made me see you in your most "honest" ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;how your "love" was and I tried to be your "perfection"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;when you tried to be that "truthful individual"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Prayers saw through these eyes and God healed the painful sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Thank God for these eyes.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;it made me a happier person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113172565233967013?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113172565233967013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113172565233967013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113172565233967013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113172565233967013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/tired-eyes-tonight-what-do-eyes-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113163549556872780</id><published>2005-11-10T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T07:11:35.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Too tired to handle&lt;br /&gt;An exhausted mind&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;An aching body&lt;br /&gt;Interrupted work &lt;br /&gt;Nano's grooving good music&lt;br /&gt;Restless thoughts&lt;br /&gt;A screaming heart&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off people&lt;br /&gt;Strength is what I need&lt;br /&gt;Need a break from all this&lt;br /&gt;Someone save my soul&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/10296153-113163549556872780?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113163549556872780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113163549556872780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113163549556872780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113163549556872780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/too-tired-to-handle-exhausted-mind-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113154257043950422</id><published>2005-11-09T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T06:53:25.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/a%20day%20out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/a%20day%20out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113154257043950422?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113154257043950422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113154257043950422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113154257043950422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113154257043950422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113137443619534321</id><published>2005-11-07T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T06:40:36.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/1600/saving%20face.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/753/790/400/saving%20face.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught SAVING FACE last night at Cini with Dolor, Lil Bao and Rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Offically had NO WORK today!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rating:  *A must catch show!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry kiddos below 21, it's rated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekends' been a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally met up with my lovely peeps on Sat and Sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kiddos's concert at Singapore conference hall on Sat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simply stressful yet a success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the loudest applause and the many praises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally it's over for dance rehersals and last minute rushing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Less than a month to the holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in other words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another 3 weeks of work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parent teacher conference, kids evalaution files, camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What else would Avril be busy with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesh yesh, more quizes and pix for Rosa *Beeeeeeee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uploaded a total of 113 pix for just 2 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course my indulgence with my Nano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Awfully sweet*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will update on the bloggie with the pix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But meantime&lt;br /&gt;Check out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicken Little in Cantonese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks To Pickleberryfairy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dolor and I finally found the song in the hp advert &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with that chicken in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Numa numa*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently in a grooving chicky mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/10296153-113137443619534321?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113137443619534321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113137443619534321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113137443619534321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113137443619534321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/caught-saving-face-last-night-at-cini.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113112037268402448</id><published>2005-11-05T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:07:01.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/bag.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; 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BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/collage8AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113095029926849833?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113095029926849833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113095029926849833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113095029926849833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113095029926849833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113084216245856835</id><published>2005-11-01T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T04:35:35.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The word 'Ironic' lies within the subconscious mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Stuck within the dreams and reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;According to my horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"How can you be true to yourself, if you're not sure who you really are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And, how can you be true to anyone else? If another person is in a similar state of uncertainty, how can they be true to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Too often, we base supposedly deep relationships on flimsy pretexts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;shallow assumptions and convenient pretences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We provide for each other what we feel is wanted of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We want, in return, what we imagine we ought to want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Something more meaningful is emerging in your life now. Don't fear it"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I looked for this day to come when I felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hurt, Gulit, Sadness, Confusion, Imperfections, Assumptions, Jealousy, Hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;From the scars, I looked upon it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Being tangled and pulled from various directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I found myself trapped in this world of imperfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;of love, loved and being loved by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Are you the only one who is constantly thinking?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;like..every single minute every single second of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the wonders of how people play with minds and hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how you saw truth in lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the image of self indulgence in the mind of a potential selfish individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;People are funny creatures to be thought of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Creatures of habit, of love or hate, of happiness or happiness derived hatred, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;of self mindedness, sad thoughts, of prejudice, egotistic, and pure physical or emotional agony that's running through their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What are we then when we look at ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Read these lines from a book I'm reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"What is life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Life is a test, life is a trust and life is temporary assigment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Character is both developed and revealed by tests, and all of life is a test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You are always being tested. God constantly watches your response to people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;problems, success, conflicts, illness, disappointments and even the weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You will be tested by major changes, delayed promises, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;impossible problems, unanswered prayers, undeserved criticism and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;even senseless tragedies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;An important test is you can act when you can't feel God's presence in your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was caught in a emotional state when the book asked what is my view of life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was lost, dumb struck, simply caught within the emotions which I've been fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I lost part of my life a few months back where I felt at the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It was everything I loved and gave up most of my life for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Even when life's aint going well, I knew I'll go all out to make it happy and bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Many asked "Was it worth it or giving up what you loved for just this one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My heart was "yes", I loved eveything about it and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm willing to be who it wanted me to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A few days back, the urge to move on and clicking on that mouse was an ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Removing every detail and keeping it aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As it was named "A beautiful memory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It was for that moment when I looked at it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Maybe it never felt and saw what I did or would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But, it didn't matter anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was not imperfect for it nor gulit stricken by the fact I was the cause of losing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;maybe lies shouldn't come from it in the first place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;promises from it that I would see someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In the very first place, it never started loving the way it could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Play it like a game, say the truth like it meant it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What lies within all these, were all faces of masks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Masks that people would see of characters at a play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;where the lead actor/actress just acted the various roles of an individual&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As I sank these few months, it was high up living without a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The white scars that's left in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I ponder to look upon them now, knowing one day I'll be brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to know that they can't hurt and cry upon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But we all know, scars do haunt and tempt to be open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and hurt at the very right spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For that few moments through the numbed skin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I looked with a glance. A mistake I made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Once pierced, it'll bled again. I learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It only took a small paragraph to make that impact, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the truth, the promises and seeing through those lies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It was at that moment, the heart hurt, breath loss, tears fell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the moment I needed, the moment I felt so lost, the moment I realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I leave God to remove the pain and the hurt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've settled and mellowed down... said by many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've met new friends, and rather say goodbye to some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm loving my family for standing by me when I fell so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Loving my sister for drying those tears I once shed so hard for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cherishing my besties who saw the reality of it, yet not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanking each of them for seeing me fall and picking me up when I hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanking god for giving me strength to move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and making me see the real truth within those lies that were once told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And to a special one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;who's been there all these while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;for giving me comfort and advices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;being there as a friend when I lost it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;even till this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;understanding when I'm emotional and lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;giving me thoughts as a position of a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;when old memories haunt me like a piercing glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;constantly making moments so special and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;for eating lunch with me on my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;speeding down with the car just to see me in pox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fully spoiling me with car rides to see my bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;always there to hear my nonsensical craves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;somehow being able to find me when I'm lost at departmental stores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Yea... my merryland Esprite shops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Smiling at me after a long day at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to be proud of the MaC and Toss despite the jokes the daddy and I make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;opening the knob with the sexy guru of ours, what knob many might ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the hugs that keeps me strong in my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;for sharing experiences of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;in making me see how fate plays and how time heals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;accepting my true feelings and thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;loving me for who I am and not what I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the promises we have with one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mutual understanding of the trials we go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it's you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that no need description or explaination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it's a silent acknowlegement between you people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My life's complete with you, it couldn't get any better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm more than ever thankful for the blissful life I lead now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's a endless list I would type....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but know that after each day of our different work enviroment we have, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm cherishing each day we have, each snuggles we love, each photo we smiled and grinned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;each tear we cry, each joke we laugh, each fight we experience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;each fighting or biting session, each coffee breaks with our peeps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and each and every moment with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113084216245856835?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113084216245856835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113084216245856835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113084216245856835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113084216245856835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/word-ironic-lies-within-subconscious.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113077164406504097</id><published>2005-10-31T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T07:16:23.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/1024/monday%20blues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/227/3088/400/monday%20blues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10296153-113077164406504097?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113077164406504097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113077164406504097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113077164406504097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113077164406504097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10296153.post-113076591321115972</id><published>2005-10-31T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T05:38:33.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AK/AKA/akamarshmallows/1130758161_dessOfWind.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8ced0e0)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple.Purple personalities strive to better themselves&lt;br /&gt;spiritually, mentally and emotionally. They are&lt;br /&gt;voracious readers, constantly seeking&lt;br /&gt;knowledge, particularly in tales of the lives&lt;br /&gt;of others. Wanting a greater spiritual&lt;br /&gt;connection, they love the subjects of theology&lt;br /&gt;and religion. Thus armed, they love to spread&lt;br /&gt;their findings to others to help them on their&lt;br /&gt;spiritual paths. Those who favor darker purple&lt;br /&gt;work to find inner peace and love and a&lt;br /&gt;connection to God or their higher power. As&lt;br /&gt;givers, they are fine friends as they don't&lt;br /&gt;seem to ask much for themselves. If they do&lt;br /&gt;seek help from another and are not clear in&lt;br /&gt;their desire, they may resent the fact that&lt;br /&gt;their request is not forthcoming. They can&lt;br /&gt;develop a hard-done-by attitude in this case.Planet: JupiterElement: FireGemstone: SapphireMetal: TinMusical Note: B - sacred music, hymns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/akamarshmallows/quizzes/What%20colour%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; What colour are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10296153-113076591321115972?l=dearaeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113076591321115972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10296153&amp;postID=113076591321115972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113076591321115972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10296153/posts/default/113076591321115972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearaeanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/purple.html' title=''/><author><name>tHe beAutiFuL leTdoWn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
