<?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-19132027</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:51:32.486+07:00</updated><category term='Singapore Kindness Movement'/><category term='World Kindness Day'/><category term='Banquet location'/><category term='Chicken Rice'/><category term='13 Nov'/><category term='Kindness'/><category term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>Adelynn's world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5205262651410827643</id><published>2011-12-29T04:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T04:29:40.130+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour</title><content type='html'>The world has been very cruel to me. As I keep thinking, the flashbacks keep flipping fast&amp;nbsp;like all past videos have been put together in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the pride, I always thought I was able to voice out my thoughts very clearly. My peers, family and friends understood me fairly well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that my standard of English was fairly good. I do not know, if it is over the years, or I just never had it in me. I felt shame and disgrace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it is in me to want feel accepted in places, and I tune in to their frequency and losing bit and pieces of myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it is a norm to share the daily aspects of my life with my husband. &lt;br /&gt;I always value my husband's thoughts and advice. Whether I like it or not, there is an element of truth in it. Pride always stood in the way, and it is quite hard to swallow the truth sometimes. I mean even criticisms between husband and wife, and I want have a little dignity left. Is this something so hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I am not the greatest wife, however, whom are you comparing too? Your mom? my mom?&lt;br /&gt;What makes a good wife? What is the expecation of being a wife? I became someone whom never does the household chores to transiting into somone making breakfast, ironing clothes, washing clothes, washing dishes. It wasn't a like a slow motion , or a slow change. It was something that I know I had to do. My thoughts are always on you. I could use time making breakfast,&amp;nbsp;to doing my make up, making myself presentable.&amp;nbsp; I iron the&amp;nbsp;clothes, so you have a nice shirt to wear, a nice ironed shirt reflects the presenation of yourself &amp;nbsp;to your clients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it is really not great, you know but I did anyway,whether I am&amp;nbsp;angry , not angry, because I love you and I do not want you to iron the shirt yourself. I grumbled, but I did not stop doing it for you. I mean little things are vocally aired, because the actions behind mean a lot more. Tell me, this is not part of aspect of being a good wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to bring the shoes to you and wear the apron everyday? I could do that ! I mean I do not have subject myself to humiliation and stressed, hoping to get a job. Hoping to establish my career. I am aware that I am happy with my acheivements. The many things I want to do, because I want you to be proud of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more have&amp;nbsp;I not done? You named it, haven't I done it? You mentioned that you want me to cook, so you could be proud of me. I did it! I balancing a life with work and finally learning how to cook. I mean , do I have to really learn it? Why? out of so many dishes, I started out with Chicken rice. I gave myself so much stress, and to make sure the chicken rice was perfect, or near to perfection. What is the result of it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I AM NOT A GREAT WIFE STILL???????? My expectations of you as a husband is to spend time with me. The little F**K face, which you alway call , is me trying to tell you, c'mon, you know what I want, do I really have to voice it out??????&amp;nbsp; I am certain you do know what I want all the time. Why am I being difficult, because I want you to coax me more, and to make me feel&amp;nbsp;loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little expecations, and I wonder why again expecations fall short. &lt;br /&gt;Please, I would like to see how many girls are contented , IF THEIR BIRTHDAY IS NOT CELEBRATED.... FOR GOD SAKE, I WAITED ONE WHOLE YEAR for that day...... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did want to cook, yar I get it. There wasn't any effort being put it? Like you keep asking me, if you really wanted to cook, you would have got yourself out the house, and putting your mind to it. I would have been really touched. The fact you are so fickled mind ticked me off&amp;nbsp; I spend half a day not enjoying my day. You could have really made it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want a luxury bag, but in the first place I never expected it from you. Until you relented and you tried to find a decent deal for me. &lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about you buying big bags for me. It was my interest to indulge into collecting them. I don't have time anymore for myself. I do not seem to find time to do things that I like. I shape myself to your activities, because I want to spend time with you. Yes with a willing soul. The piano sits like a white elephant. I hardly read books anymore. I hardly drink a cup of coffee in the morning, breathing in the breeze.&amp;nbsp; I hardly have one day, just one day of not doing anything. I hardly have time to spend with friends. I&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;like the bags since I was 19, when I was old enough to afford them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the little things, it could be about carebears, flowers, sitting with you in the pick up. Sitting behind you on the bike, making sure I didn't fall asleep. Eating ice cream waffles in Malaysia. You coming back for me from Penang for my birthday. You stopped the car, when you saw me walking on the streets. Your initiative to ballot for a flat. When you bought the huge ring for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things makes me happy, buying Tshirts for you. buying briefs for you. Planning the birthday surprise for you in MBS. I took one whole month to think , how to surprise you. I took one whole year into doing the photobook for you during last Christmas! It was a year project. It took me all my will power, to make sure I executing the cooking project for you in our humble house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not great, but it is the effort, apparently it just not good enough for anybody. No matter how I do, what I did, it is just going to substandard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a rant of " Not a great wife" , the person with the worse character. Everything associating with a negative connotation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder why, I keep losing my self esteem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-5205262651410827643?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5205262651410827643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5205262651410827643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5205262651410827643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5205262651410827643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/sour.html' title='Sour'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6126467228982661162</id><published>2011-11-15T23:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:34:21.651+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore Kindness Movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>Singapore Kindness Movement</title><content type='html'>Well,&amp;nbsp; Nuffnang were choosing some bloggers to place Singapore Kindness Movement ad banner on their blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed my company the list of bloggers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ad show up on my blog.. No Big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just wanna share some excitement with myself.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i22dEhcUHfw/TsKShulrjeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jJhHdnpOpKc/s1600/SKM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i22dEhcUHfw/TsKShulrjeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jJhHdnpOpKc/s640/SKM.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-6126467228982661162?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6126467228982661162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6126467228982661162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6126467228982661162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6126467228982661162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/11/singapore-kindness-movement.html' title='Singapore Kindness Movement'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i22dEhcUHfw/TsKShulrjeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jJhHdnpOpKc/s72-c/SKM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-7194669960531412302</id><published>2011-11-13T12:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:42:11.149+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13 Nov'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Kindness Day'/><title type='text'>World Kindness Day -13 nov</title><content type='html'>My company has did the nedia planning for Singapore Kindness Movement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty proud of the efforts that they have put in, and the opportunity that my company is working on the campagin.&amp;nbsp;I like the entire idea of the skin, as it does brighten up one's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXuzU7Rtx0M/Tr9T7IHto9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/t9ADfg91wg0/s1600/Nuffnang-SKM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXuzU7Rtx0M/Tr9T7IHto9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/t9ADfg91wg0/s400/Nuffnang-SKM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To bus&amp;nbsp;stop shelters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6wssjdxM0E/Tr9VDzScjZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rdeyDvWVwDg/s1600/Orchard+Bus+stop+-SKM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6wssjdxM0E/Tr9VDzScjZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rdeyDvWVwDg/s320/Orchard+Bus+stop+-SKM.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r339Z9QeHvU/Tr9W3lzWaCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jBtX-hXADJs/s1600/SKM-+Eu+TOng+Seng+Bus+Stop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r339Z9QeHvU/Tr9W3lzWaCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jBtX-hXADJs/s320/SKM-+Eu+TOng+Seng+Bus+Stop.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(These photos are taken off Nuffnang, Singapore Kindness Movement and The Media Shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny why do the the government need to promote kindness. When our urban , modernistic culture have started the young from developing kindness within them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it does serve as a reminder despite the Busy Schedule and self-centred attitude during workdays. One kind action gets a "Thank you" , we won't mind doing it over and over again, because people appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like the time, I got up and gave up my seat for this pregnant lady and she take it as if &amp;nbsp;it should have be done. sigghhhhhh..... I thought one simple thank you was enough, but no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pregnant ladies, please say thank you alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off: Ade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; 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/19132027-7194669960531412302?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7194669960531412302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=7194669960531412302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/7194669960531412302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/7194669960531412302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/11/world-kindness-day-13-nov.html' title='World Kindness Day -13 nov'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXuzU7Rtx0M/Tr9T7IHto9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/t9ADfg91wg0/s72-c/Nuffnang-SKM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5880206528168587915</id><published>2011-09-11T22:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:02:16.154+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIGHT NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I was reading "Break Dawn", it start to dawned upon me. I am getting too old for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in fantasies, thinking about how it&amp;nbsp;would be like to be&amp;nbsp;immortal, jumping , flying with great speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to catch any many vampire movies/ series as possible, sink myself into such fantasies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hooked on to the&amp;nbsp;"Fright Night"&amp;nbsp;trailer when I was saw it, it was intense. This is the movie I have to watch sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" from the movie too yummylicious to protray as the bad guy. It would be contracting to see how I will support the good guys vs&amp;nbsp;supporting&amp;nbsp;hot guy but bad guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to be silly and to do up a Fright night vampire picure, but ended looking like one friendly vampire. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyB0v-nkfco/TmzMcAbcb4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_ABUT4bUMMY/s1600/FRIGHT+NIGHT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyB0v-nkfco/TmzMcAbcb4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_ABUT4bUMMY/s320/FRIGHT+NIGHT.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Catch Fright Night in cinemas this 22 September and like the Official Fright Night Singapore Facebook Page!”&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/FrightNightSingapore"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/FrightNightSingapore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off : Ade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-5880206528168587915?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5880206528168587915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5880206528168587915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5880206528168587915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5880206528168587915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/09/fright-night.html' title='FRIGHT NIGHT'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyB0v-nkfco/TmzMcAbcb4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_ABUT4bUMMY/s72-c/FRIGHT+NIGHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4315346729942512425</id><published>2011-09-11T17:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T03:19:12.981+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Rice'/><title type='text'>Singapore Chicken Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I finally a home owner, we know what it is like to be Singaporean women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The pampered, sheltered girl, whom most foreigners like nicknamed Singapore counterpart or stereotyped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most Singaporean guys like to downgrade their females in the sexist comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Same goes for my man, Ronald. However, I think he is the tradition Chinese guy whom like to do that, and pushed me to be a better person. Ironic? I think not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He has been teasing me that I do not know how to cook for ages. And I have been pushing off for ages, saying, when&amp;nbsp;I get my house, I will learn how to cook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think it got pretty bad, when&amp;nbsp;I started to self doubt myself, looking at all my friends, whom has forte , strength? What do I have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got down to buying the chicken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KEDMZjHhj0/TmyIzok4NKI/AAAAAAAAADs/WNIgoO7PoYg/s1600/IMG363-758236.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651042053089932450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KEDMZjHhj0/TmyIzok4NKI/AAAAAAAAADs/WNIgoO7PoYg/s200/IMG363-758236.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE CHICKEN&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chop Chop, chopping the head chicken. It was pretty sad thing to do, I see the half closed eyes of thechicken. I was hesitant to chop, but I needed&amp;nbsp;dinner right? So I went ahead with it. CHOP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Washing insides of the chicken was nasty and pretty disgusting. (Get over and get done it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Massaging the Chicken with sea salt, subsquently, rubbing fine salt over the glinting chicken and the inside of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Putting the spring onion and the garlic and ginger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Boiling the chicken for 5 mins , I transfer the chicken to narrower but taller pot that allows the water to cover the entire chicken. (Left over broth). It means that a pot that cover the chicken in the first place. Left the chicken to boil , make sure switch to low fire after the bubbles start to appear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Frying the garlic and the ginger, chopped the both &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Washed the rice, and took the left over broth when transfering and poured into the&amp;nbsp;pot of rice , together with fried giner and garlic. Add the pandan leaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;THe chicken should ready by now after 1/2 hr , use a fork to poke it, poke poke. If it's poked through. It should be ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Start choping again!!! If it is your first time chopping hide the ugly chopped chicken beneath the garnishing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The broth should come to a good use as soup, add a little salt, taste it and it would be ready to serve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ta Da ----- beaming with pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xccGcMALXso/TmyZVRuTc8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Syel-VBBizk/s1600/chicken+rice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xccGcMALXso/TmyZVRuTc8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Syel-VBBizk/s1600/chicken+rice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my bff Tracy&amp;nbsp;whom help me with the rice. Owe her a few kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Singapore woman, learn to cook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Men's stomach is the way to keep them. *evil laughter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;signing off : Ade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4315346729942512425?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4315346729942512425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4315346729942512425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4315346729942512425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4315346729942512425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/09/re-chicken.html' title='Singapore Chicken Recipe'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KEDMZjHhj0/TmyIzok4NKI/AAAAAAAAADs/WNIgoO7PoYg/s72-c/IMG363-758236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Yishun, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.429725 103.835907</georss:point><georss:box>1.3979774999999999 103.796425 1.4614725 103.87538900000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6495074970643140357</id><published>2011-09-06T23:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:49:58.212+07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSECURE</title><content type='html'>Awake , listening to the rustling leaves outside my house. &lt;br /&gt;My very own house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too sure if why the house feels so empty. &lt;br /&gt;I am not too sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-pity? Anger? Insecure?&lt;br /&gt;Like I look back, I came back a pretty long way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 27, I have completed my degree. I am married for a year. &lt;br /&gt;I am a owner of a house. I started a new job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what more do I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words are taking a toil on me. Each words pierce my heart. &lt;br /&gt;I picked up cooking, trying to keep the house as tidy as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;I completed my degree, tried to keep my anger in check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep feeling that I keep holding on something , that I don't know if it would burst one day. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to be a one-sided affair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiny world will collapsed, because you had been plastering the holes all the while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I turned up at 4am looking for you, coming back upset , because I saw your beautiful wife and kids. I am can't take it. - quoted from Adele &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep changing, and you still find ways to pick on me. &lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone, because I know I have been fighting and changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a challenge for me to take care of your mom's feelings. &lt;br /&gt;I hate every single bit being with her. Because of her taunts, uncalled for jokes. &lt;br /&gt;It has been getting to me each&amp;nbsp;passing years. &lt;br /&gt;I have no room for compassion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;But I have dealing with my Mum-in-law. And I have no qualms about taking care of her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can deal with staying with her. &lt;br /&gt;However, it seemed like if I were to opt for our husband and wife's world of our own, I am a bad person. I am not filial . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go bershek, after the painful incident. &lt;br /&gt;I can't let you out of my sight. &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep the pain inside. &lt;br /&gt;It is too much to bear. &lt;br /&gt;I can't let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-6495074970643140357?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6495074970643140357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6495074970643140357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6495074970643140357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6495074970643140357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/09/insecure.html' title='INSECURE'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-1391793340113491945</id><published>2011-08-09T18:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T19:46:00.667+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding</title><content type='html'>I went heaps and heaps of obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life, I have encounter something like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worse is not the situation that made a fool out of you. &lt;br /&gt;It's people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the listening to promises that someone promises you. It's empty promsies. &lt;br /&gt;It's more of making it real , by starting some where, waiting in vain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The making of a boss, it not easy making decisions. &lt;br /&gt;In fact,to make an examples, I maybe the best examples or fit to talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way, we look at thing, there is two sides to a coin.&lt;br /&gt;The agreement came only when come to getting your pay, cornering you to to fulfill the figures before releasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, telling the staffs the particular person (guess who)is the reason why the rest of the staff has paycut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trying to work out every single day not thinking of petrol consumption. THere were mere allowances to help me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She understand , she says. However, she just refuse the accept the fact that I am arguing every single moment with my hubby about not having money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she did was leave an imaginary worm, telling not even trust the person sleeping beside him. Telling my man is a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the midst of the house moving, money spent on the house, car accident, job insecuirty. The quarrel was pretty intense to a degree that we talked about divorcing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this man stood beside me and in the midst calling and idiot and stubborn, but he helped me and pushed me to my limits and I so am here not quitting. I know what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this man, because he has become more of a husband material lately. Helping me with the house work. With the close bonding these days, I start understand this man even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-1391793340113491945?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1391793340113491945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=1391793340113491945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1391793340113491945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1391793340113491945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/08/bonding.html' title='Bonding'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-2190783070088345414</id><published>2011-07-20T22:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:06:52.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>Finally a bigger space which I can called my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it a very budget way, government opt tiles and doors. &lt;br /&gt;Furnitures from JB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only moved three big items into the house, Piano, mattress and Thread mill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest, we slowly unload into the house. &lt;br /&gt;Rather irritated that I had to bring back some items that I resent, such as a broken cabinet, because our Cabinet has not arrived yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding photos from bro-in-law and sis-in-law, not that I didn't want, but I don't see any place appropriate to display the photo. Busybody mum had to squeeze that it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most irritable manner that I shown, mum told me that husband cannot carry a basin and potty which was inheirited from the wedding exchange. &lt;br /&gt;I so bloody irritated that I refused to carry it because she mentioning one too many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the shoes, husband is not supposed to help me carry. I was really reaching boiling point. It never to remind me it's a better idea not to stay with in-laws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-2190783070088345414?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2190783070088345414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=2190783070088345414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2190783070088345414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2190783070088345414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5386242434170116810</id><published>2011-04-03T14:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T15:24:01.668+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ConfessionS</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make, as soon as Ronnie walk out the door to go for a little swim, I leaped into a dance of joy before my brain can tells me he is going out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After heated discussion about choosing the furniture, it slowly sank into reality that my house is coming !!!! whoo peeee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months after tolerating family habits, I was just impatient about having it my way. Who knows, they have been tolerating me as much I have been. Maybe, there is too many miscomuunication because there was no communication to beign with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I having my fresh smelling toilet, or I do the washing at my own time or i bring down the clothes as when as I want to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Or I don't have to be play filial piety and to be disappointed because it will never be appreciated. To stuck in between the both of them, and like throwing up because I always the one been blamed because of the denial that the son chose to make the decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tolerating of opening of the door before the knock, when I always have my privacy in my own home room. The commanding of what she wants and asking to say please and we start another heated argument of me not being respectful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if I am the one being too being too narrow minded, but all I know I trying to breathe in the patience, while it always been quickly suck out. &lt;br /&gt;The key is not tell your husband because he doesn't know what to do, but I tell him, I don't have a choice when I lash it out at him. I don't make him choose, all I need is sturdy reliable shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have make it clear to both parties, I have no intention of staying with her, or giving an option of a choice.  I turn deaf , blind to give no yield of allowing her to step a foot in my house. Of course, I am more than welcoming her to visit. She can whine, complain to the world and damage my reputation , being angry, but no way I allow it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart turned into a cold stone, or you can stoned me for the matter (pun intended). But I also make sure that she won't be left alone, that's my promise to her, if she had heard and digested it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter all, I weigh the decisions and conseqences, I rather stayed with my husband till death then allowing her to disrupt it and end up in the ruckus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confessions XOXO Ade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-5386242434170116810?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5386242434170116810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5386242434170116810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5386242434170116810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5386242434170116810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/onfessions.html' title='ConfessionS'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-810990317695760739</id><published>2011-03-19T10:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T10:55:28.194+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting about Works</title><content type='html'>I am damn bloody procastinator but I had try so many ways to buck on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got the instincts right, you are marked at work, you should start looking into another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my instincts. I right about alot of things, base on instincts. But sometimes my instincts fails. Not that I should looking into another job but I hate it when I am binded by rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing about it, because I need the job. &lt;br /&gt;So I have to swallow alot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, they hate my guts because I am vocal about some things which they probably know it's right. so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-810990317695760739?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/810990317695760739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=810990317695760739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/810990317695760739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/810990317695760739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/ranting-about-works.html' title='Ranting about Works'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6129791830575082453</id><published>2011-02-04T01:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:39:50.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How did I not support you?&lt;br /&gt;Why ever when I try to spend time with you, you get agitated.&lt;br /&gt;I no need to a single thing, but everything seem I do or I look irriates u . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;I use to make you laugh. &lt;br /&gt;But now I irk you. &lt;br /&gt;I still want you to want me. &lt;br /&gt;But you never do now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never do now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loathing it ,every single thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will agree to it. &lt;br /&gt;Just give me time I will agree to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-6129791830575082453?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6129791830575082453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6129791830575082453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6129791830575082453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6129791830575082453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-did-i-not-support-you-why-ever-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5645148826614540976</id><published>2011-02-04T01:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:32:28.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>if constant trying doesn't allow to see I have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, everything is deemed over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact I don't do anything , assumption taken its place.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's more than to it, than meet the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care. GOOD bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-5645148826614540976?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5645148826614540976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5645148826614540976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5645148826614540976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5645148826614540976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/02/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4146061028848106940</id><published>2010-10-17T19:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:32:51.789+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoing</title><content type='html'>I took on a rocky road. This time those feelings piled up , no huge area of carpet could covered it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I refused to tell anybody, because of those harsh judgement which I can't comprehend. It got pretty ridiculous at times, when you tried to explain, they are stuck with rigid mentality. I got pretty suffocated, so I stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job took a toil on me, becuase it was exhausting making it right with the clients. No doubt I was happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent alot time on my job. I think things got overwhelming. I was stucked. Before marriage, I wanted my lifetime dedicated to my hubsand. The more I spent with him, the more I felt apart, thinking the only logical thing was focus on my job. It helps after a while, but I was pretty empty inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that helped kept me insane, was those meaningful conversations, that makes life go on. I think my world came crashing down, I found out it will come to a halt one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a weekend off everything, spoke to my husband. you know what's most comforting thing, he lying falling asleep beside me, and we are able to stand the test of time. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think anybody from a outside point of view has a better or clearer vision. &lt;br /&gt;They don't see what I see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, they don't see it. I think I see the bigger picture better than most people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoing doesn't stop, my heart comes to a peace for this current point. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4146061028848106940?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4146061028848106940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4146061028848106940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4146061028848106940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4146061028848106940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/10/emoing.html' title='Emoing'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6449476145366151146</id><published>2010-10-03T20:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:04:42.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You  complete me. I can't love without u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-6449476145366151146?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6449476145366151146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6449476145366151146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6449476145366151146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6449476145366151146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/10/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5292320658849613013</id><published>2010-07-25T17:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:18:00.607+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of regrets</title><content type='html'>I am so done, done with dealing with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole month, that I was so stress, I just want to unwine.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let down my hair to the right music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had uncanny kind of support from my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise, I wasn't good enough. I was never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I have a soul mate to tell what happened in my life, my complains, my fustrations.&lt;br /&gt;I thought wrong.  I always thought I can count on him.&lt;br /&gt;I thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all my fault that everything happened. I can't complain, even if it my fault.&lt;br /&gt;All the choices that I made, I MADE.&lt;br /&gt;Spending less time with my friends, chosing to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I claiming credits for stating that out.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so unappreciated, and I have to remind him the choices that I made.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying I super incredible and generous, I just saying I made these choices and willing to made the choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he say he didn't say he didn't force me, and ask me to go with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sentence choked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always the buffer , the buffer between the both of you. End up, I still I am not a good daughter-in-law , wife and mother in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING chee bye. REAllie literally. OR whatever, the swearing means. WHO is the fucking netshell who convey the message that our virgina in hokkien is a swear.  HE Is really one hell of a dick head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired reallie tired. Tired of doing it REAllie, tired of running two houses and get the blame for putting my stuff here and there and forgetting where I put it.  I reallie tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sparing a thought for his mom or him and being turned around and say that I am the selfish one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never buy anything for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good enough, not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fuck off, go find a better one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-5292320658849613013?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5292320658849613013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5292320658849613013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5292320658849613013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5292320658849613013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/moments-of-regrets.html' title='Moments of regrets'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6540109622093677511</id><published>2010-07-11T03:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T04:25:11.781+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ride - Chevrolet Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was so overwhelming , with those accounts handed over to me. I know I had to do follow ups and reports . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing is I had my ride. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492384579269310642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/TDjerMkuOLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/j5JepITk7Z0/s200/Sparks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was abit hesitant about getting the car, it was so expensive to maintain a car in Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting a car, it's not about impulsive buying.  Please do work out the finance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was wondering one of my friend seems a little obsessed with her car, why Ronnie scolds me if I leave the lights on, after switching off the engine.  I slowly seemed to understand why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though, it is a second hand, I handled it with care, always bearing in mind to switch of the radio and air-con.  I also placed carebears to make the car look different.  The car obtained some of my identity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was Ronnie's idea for me to get the car, so I was not so cite, as my direction sense sucked, so did my situation awareness. I had a phobia to drive alone. That is why after few months of getting my car license, I rather Ronnie to drive me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fear subsided, as I could drive alone, I learned how to navigate my way using the GPS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think we must proved that girl drive can be good or better male driver.. (shhh.. Don't tell my husband. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-6540109622093677511?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6540109622093677511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6540109622093677511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6540109622093677511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6540109622093677511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-ride-chevrolet-sparks.html' title='My ride - Chevrolet Sparks'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/TDjerMkuOLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/j5JepITk7Z0/s72-c/Sparks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4587138643352001971</id><published>2010-06-24T11:59:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:55:07.877+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Write up: SoHaute SoChic</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it is coincidence or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon, I mentioned for Nuffnang to add ads on my blog, they did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the ads keep changing, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I promised to do the free write-ups. pardon if I don't do splendid ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/TCOwDVd5dEI/AAAAAAAAADI/Lu-wFB-k4C8/s200/Blue+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ruffles in the Rage Electric Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The quality of the picture doesn't really justify the dress. Please go to &lt;a href="http://www.jipaban.com.sg/store/SoHauteSoChic"&gt;JIPABAN&lt;/a&gt; , on the second page, you can see Ruffles in Rage Electric Blue and red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This dress is definitely eye catching and as it accentuate your curves. Ruffles to distract bloated belly after dinner. It has a zipper top down, allowing you adjust the opening of the dress where you want it to be. hmmm.. Definitely a party dress !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Preferred colour: Red , sizzling hot.&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/19132027-4587138643352001971?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4587138643352001971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4587138643352001971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4587138643352001971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4587138643352001971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/write-up-sohaute-sochic.html' title='Write up: SoHaute SoChic'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/TCOwDVd5dEI/AAAAAAAAADI/Lu-wFB-k4C8/s72-c/Blue+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-9215617837740743648</id><published>2010-06-24T02:13:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:34:58.945+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>I was whining about my job like forever. My previous company sucks, my previous company company sucks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know which company sucks more. Never about this. Anyway, I will blogged about that the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new job with a publishing firm. I am doing advertising sales for the magazine, you will be surprised by which magazine it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a Guess.&lt;br /&gt;FINE.. It's Motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/zorro-gal/Motherhoodjune.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always intrigue by the advertising industry, since young I like to watch the advertisments on TV and determined which ads catches my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped the pages of beauty magazines or wedding magazines, I would looked through the ads. The power of advertising can be very persuasive. Never mind about the irritating pop-up ads on the internet. Companies which advertise tend to have their brands synced with the audience. Like we used to say "Pampers" instead of diapers, till some other brands catched up by advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn proud of the magazine. Let me throw aside the humble pie, and say that the success of magazines's lifespan is six months and above. Motherhood's magazine has being running since 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I wasn't a mother, I would have not bothered about the magazine. However, when I was in the training programme for 4 days and had some time. I picked the magazine, and started to read, the editoral contents was informative and related to the moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like I am promoting about the magazine right? I have read the magazine over and over again, four times and counting. If the magazine can actually interest a girl whom is not even thinking of having a kid now. I think its contents would relate very well with mother-to-be and mothers. Judging from its cover, the titles are definitely attention grabbing. Do I even need to promote the magazine in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have chanced upon this blog and you are keen in advertising for the magazines, please drop message and contact number and email to &lt;a href="mailto:adelynnoei@epl.com.sg"&gt;adelynnoei@epl.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;And I do have to thank Nuffnang too. I was given two job offers, and I wasn't sure about which jobs I should have taken up.&lt;br /&gt;Before the interview, I signed up for Nuffnang to host ads on my blog.  I was comtemplating sending my resume to nuffnang to have a shot at it, as they were hiring  Been always fascinated by the advertising world, Nuffnang feed my hunger to consider of such job opportunities in the industry. At the point of time, I was having my exams and also employed, so I missed out on sending my resume in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when this publishing firm interview came, my heart and my instincts told me this is what I wanted. However, I was pretty swayed by the better monetary package the other job offered me.  I did prayed over this, yes I do believe the powers of prayers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days, the hints seemed to be hitting me in the face.  I was writing about how me and my husband got pickpocket in London for his company's newsletter on how to travel safe in future. When my write up got published, I was beaming with pride. The TV ads keep flashing some beauty magazines from other companies. I mean you go and check the TV if they are advertising for any magazines rigth now, and you know that the ads of the magazine are not always airing. Plus I reviewed about Nuffnang and still completating if I should have send my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned down the better offer and followed my heart. So let's see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if Nuffnangs has traced this blog, please put some ads on my blog already. I offer to do a free write-up for the products hosted on my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-9215617837740743648?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9215617837740743648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=9215617837740743648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/9215617837740743648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/9215617837740743648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5142161662300247498</id><published>2010-06-08T16:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:39:30.912+07:00</updated><title type='text'>*pheee*</title><content type='html'>My heart didn't race like it did before.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to play with fire , till you reached for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it all just a game? And my heart is ripped out that you could see so clearly.&lt;br /&gt;For you to try to mess with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him the truth, because I hate lying to him.&lt;br /&gt;He said "because I was all so new to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, he is right.&lt;br /&gt;I wished i could burned the memories, but some still etched so deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we shared something, maybe we did, not as lovers but as friends&lt;br /&gt;For now quit playing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from someone's else memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-5142161662300247498?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5142161662300247498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5142161662300247498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5142161662300247498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5142161662300247498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/pheee.html' title='*pheee*'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4279988874827045856</id><published>2010-05-14T08:20:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:58:50.635+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enraged youth assaults female schoolmate</title><content type='html'>With slaps and repeated slaps. The video of a Malay guy who slapped her female classmate has surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/video/video.php?v=118586388174164&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;malay youth slapping peer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the comments on Yahoo. It infuriates me tremendously. We have no rights to comment what went on behind the scenes. I think violence do not justify justice. Morever, he was a guy, regardless faggot or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the school should punished him or law should been drawn up to intidimate these students. After our people follow law, partially, it is evil sanction attached to the law that we are afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I remembered I had a conversation with my ex manager. She said that , " You never know the world was like before, maybe there was also people who do the extremes, but we didn't know. Now that the world was has technologies, that make us aware of such people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the girl did, I would not like anybody to hit her like that, I would discipline her if she is my daughter if she did wrong, but no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my mom and Ronnie think other wise , they think they have know who is right and wrong. They seemed like they would not have any further action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the malay youth has a good friend who defended him, retaliating that the he was a good guy and asked everybody to shut f**k up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering anybody knew what is the outcome of the actions, if he goes away scot free. The youth today will just get bolder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, there is something within my means to stop the violence. The only thing that Singapore could do is to pressure the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my moral of the story is violence begets violence, let's us wait and see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4279988874827045856?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4279988874827045856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4279988874827045856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4279988874827045856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4279988874827045856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/enraged-youth-assaults-female.html' title='Enraged youth assaults female schoolmate'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-2474758945335085655</id><published>2010-05-07T17:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:51:45.888+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 12 and has published a book!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to study, but randomly surfing blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked this out, she is only 12 and she has published a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed by the maturity of youth these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mayaganesan.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-2474758945335085655?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2474758945335085655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=2474758945335085655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2474758945335085655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2474758945335085655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/only-12-and-has-published-book.html' title='Only 12 and has published a book!!!!'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-3373890116097145911</id><published>2010-05-03T23:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:30:14.209+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth sense</title><content type='html'>On 20th april, I felt something was wrong, but I dimissed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me to go home, and not leave Ronald at home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dimissed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the words kept ringing like echo that doesn't stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-3373890116097145911?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3373890116097145911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=3373890116097145911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3373890116097145911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3373890116097145911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/sixth-sense.html' title='Sixth sense'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-858757221876779325</id><published>2010-05-02T03:50:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:43:31.837+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My condolences, RIP Melissa Toh</title><content type='html'>I was abit hesitant to link her blog, which my colleague has found.&lt;br /&gt;I read through her blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed like any other ordinary person. Her friends placed her artworks on the facebook dedicated to her, in loving memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason is, my heart goes out to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a painful episode for her friends and family. I just hope that youth now, would not follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such decisions doesn't makes anything go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Taken off her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;Apr. 20th, 2010 08:52 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I become? My sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know goes away&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have it all, my empire of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down,&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could start again a million miles away,&lt;br /&gt;I would keep myself,&lt;br /&gt;I would find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Such a bright young girl, it's really a waste. sighhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-858757221876779325?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/858757221876779325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=858757221876779325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/858757221876779325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/858757221876779325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-condolences-rip-melissa-toh.html' title='My condolences, RIP Melissa Toh'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4435084483125145715</id><published>2010-04-28T10:14:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:18:08.176+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>I SAW Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ikea at all places. I and Ronald were talking. I saw this girl looking at Ronald's work uniform and glance at Ronald's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bursting with excitement , wanting to probe Ronald immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sure it was her, from the side, and when she looked at me. My head was in a pool of whirl. I think this is even worse than seeing your ex fling or ex bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, and I wanted to say hullo. We locked eye contact. The sense of hatred and anger wasn't there anymore. All I did was to stand there dumbfounded and wondered what reaction she would have given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I did was try to hurry Ronald out the exit. However, we decided to linger. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's been four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the Her? SHe was the good friend whom introduced me to Ronald.  Read through my 2005 entries, and you will understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4435084483125145715?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4435084483125145715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4435084483125145715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4435084483125145715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4435084483125145715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-saw-her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5775259709712226347</id><published>2010-04-24T22:05:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:23:10.102+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxury items</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My hunger for luxury items has been on the rise, after this latest addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/S9MNkzeC5pI/AAAAAAAAABM/T6XazHgLh_g/s1600/2010-04-24_23-02-16_806_Bishan%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463725698873222802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/S9MNkzeC5pI/AAAAAAAAABM/T6XazHgLh_g/s200/2010-04-24_23-02-16_806_Bishan%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/S9MNkzeC5pI/AAAAAAAAABM/T6XazHgLh_g/s1600/2010-04-24_23-02-16_806_Bishan%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although, it is a complimentary from Amex after spending $5k (thanks to our wedding dinner),I super liked it . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After coming back from Paris , I had a couple proud additions to my favourite brand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, I came to realise that, it feels good to have someone to buy stuff for you. I would want to work hard and buy another one. It gives something to look forward too, some aim. Some sweat and toil and exchange for something you longed for, makes it even more rewarding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thing to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some colleagues and I had a conversation. They say it's envy that makes someone work hard. I told them I used to envy others, like why they afford and I can't. Then one day, it stopped, I have conquer that fact, I don't entirely envy others at times. But why envy others,when you can make yourself the object of other's envy. If you want, get it , in terms of material pursuit, regardless of how long. People also just don't understand the story behind each person. For example, if the girl sleeps to get what she want.Do you still envy her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I just felt that you still whine about your life, when you hear stories about other's lives that might not be as fortunate. Do you still bitch about yours? Life get contented when you know your life is so much better than some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Ronald are good. I am not pretendious about how is all happy and good, marrige life is. I find it pointless to paint a fake picture. Anyway, me and him still quarrel to the extent, I wanted to draft a lawyer's letter. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other than that, all is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, it's time to return my mounting debts to my parents. I like to thanked them for forking out part of the dinner cost. To think, my mom keep saying that they have no money... (snigger...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, moral of story is to be contented, to work hard for material gains, and also return parent's gratitude , by giving them money. (they seemed contented with that. even they tell you no need, lol)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-5775259709712226347?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5775259709712226347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5775259709712226347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5775259709712226347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5775259709712226347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/luxury-items.html' title='Luxury items'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/S9MNkzeC5pI/AAAAAAAAABM/T6XazHgLh_g/s72-c/2010-04-24_23-02-16_806_Bishan%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6505548487301292836</id><published>2009-12-29T18:17:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:58:57.348+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding part VII - Luxe Rental</title><content type='html'>In the midst of choosing the car for our wedding. Mercedes are getting pretty boring as it can be seen at everybody's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of my favourite car, the AUDI TT COUPE &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471390681550380834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/S-5I1hExXyI/AAAAAAAAACM/AHw-E91H1Zo/s200/Audi+TT+coupe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, Ronald searched in vain for the car. Apparently, they don't rent it. I think he was googling on renting a car. Finally he made up his mind to rent Porsche Boxster. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon, researching further, Ronald found a voucher worth about $688, and the seller is letting go at $300. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it was a good bargain. I was initially upset, as I couldn't sit in my Audi TT , but what the hell, I am going to sit a Porsche for a day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a luxury for an average Singaporeans like me. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-6505548487301292836?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6505548487301292836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6505548487301292836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6505548487301292836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6505548487301292836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-part-vii.html' title='Wedding part VII - Luxe Rental'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/S-5I1hExXyI/AAAAAAAAACM/AHw-E91H1Zo/s72-c/Audi+TT+coupe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-2436393567486658579</id><published>2009-12-29T18:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:10:20.828+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding part VI- Bridal Concept</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bridal Concept, to tell you the truth, I was abit afraid I may make the wrong choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May is my assigned co-ordinator, one thing I like about her that she is frank, she doesn't tell you lies just to want you to get over and done with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First round, I think I went in the Aug/ sept period, after Ronald proposal. I had to wear different kind of wedding gowns, even gowns which I never thought that I would wear. This is to give May an idea of what gown suit your body shape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She pretty much have some idea on what suit your body shape by looking you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you can let her know, what kind of gown you like and she write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second round was in sept period, where I was brought alot of gowns to try, the gowns that suit my body shape and together with those designs which I liked. After KIVing a few, because I couldn't make up my mind. I tried a few evening gowns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The tidious round was the next round was in end Oct and Nov period.&lt;br /&gt;I tried the few gowns, and I finally selected my wedding gown. I been asked a few times for the wedding gown. I just don't feel like telling about the wedding, because, I want it to be a surprise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't everybody to like know what I am going to wear, it kinda spoil all the fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After which, it was the evening gown, i tried a few. May told me that there is evening gown, first look, it wasn't nice. However, I will grow to look like it. When I saw the evening gown , i didn't like it at all. I chose another one just in case. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I had to shed my limelight, and Ronald's turn to dress up. We were quite lucky, I felt, as the bridal show for them was just over, May showed us the jackets, which I found it pretty unique. To show you what it was like for our wedding jackets and evening gown &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466563763218639730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/S90ix5Cra3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/y6fNucCDkLA/s200/IMG_541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wasn't sure about the evening gown, because it was orange. The next time, when I went down to tried to gowns to make sure it was sewn according to my body measurement. And to choose the evening gown again, it seemed her words were magic, it really felt different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, I chose that special gown for as the evening gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times that I went down to Bridal concept was countless. The even happened from the period from August 2009 to March 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being a good bridal coordinator, she is a good advisor for couples, she speak aloud thoughts of one party and convey to the other party. For example, she tells me, that actually Ronald is stress, he wants to look his best for the wedding and he is conscious of how his body would look. After hearing this, I felt very upset for yelling at Ronald, I was so self-absorbed about making this work. However, I didn't realise he too wants the best for the wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the first place, I shouldn't havc doubt about our choice with Bridal concept. :)&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/19132027-2436393567486658579?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2436393567486658579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=2436393567486658579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2436393567486658579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2436393567486658579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-part-iv_31.html' title='Wedding part VI- Bridal Concept'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/S90ix5Cra3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/y6fNucCDkLA/s72-c/IMG_541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4027913631994506913</id><published>2009-12-29T18:08:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T03:53:54.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did he eventually propose</title><content type='html'>One thing about our government .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of getting married become like this.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Girl say to boy: I think we should queue for a HDB flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Now BTO wait very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BTO is build-to-order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: (Thinking to himself, anyway won't so "heng" one.) We go register for the Bto lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: So you indirectly proposing to me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What you mean no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: just kidding lar.. yes yes. ( Thinking to himself, still got long way lar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ 5tries --One month later------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy : we finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Smiled in victory to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This is the first stage of proposal for most singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or sometimes, even last time for some girls. Some guys can be very blockhead, as they eventually do not proposed.&lt;br /&gt;For me, I can't let him off without proposing properly!! I mean if I am married, there won't be anymore chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too sure why, I let my friends get the better of me. I mentioned earlier, that they think there won't be a surprise element. They don't understand and they don't see the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait a longer time for my house, and I can't wait to get out my place or his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the crucial question was what if he don't proposed. All the while, I was very confident that he would do it without a doubt. The thing is, I do not want to pressure him into proposing, as it will lose its meaning. They were teasing that even he doesn't proposed, I would have gone ahead with the wedding. I told them it is not that case, I will forfeit everything if he doesn't do it properly. However, sometimes they insist, I just get verty irritated. I don't blame them, they just don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 15th August 2009, We had a huge row!!!! And I felt hot tears streaming down my face. I wasn't too happy in the beginning. After some hot food and filling stomache I was more or less cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the ferris wheel in Taipei, when we were queueing up, my friend and his girlfriend decided not to go up the same cable as us. I was puzzled, didn't think too much into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I was looking and staring out of the cable, suddenly I had this sixth sense, he was going to proposed, I quickly brushed it aside so not to get my hopes too high. The next thing I knew, he held my hand and apologize for this morning quarrel,I was indeed touched. The few seconds made my eyes wet with tears again, this time was happy tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE he ... asked the question: " Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the below rings that we got from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Couple lab, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he tried to put my ring onto my forth finger and try to pass it of as I have readily accepted the proposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 375px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/zorro-gal/DSCF1583.jpg" width="561" height="477" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squirm out his grasp, because he didn't do the knight and shining armor thing.&lt;br /&gt;As if he knew what I was thinking, he knelt down and try to fit the ring once more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shouldn't be affected by what people think, although they did shake my confidence in him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think sometimes friends has a warp idea of not letting your friends be happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, you can see that I am a very happy woman indeed. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4027913631994506913?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4027913631994506913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4027913631994506913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4027913631994506913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4027913631994506913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/did-he-eventually-propose.html' title='Did he eventually propose'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-1552902286999473977</id><published>2009-12-29T18:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T03:50:23.979+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding part V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after sourcing for photographer, we went to see the master to choose our dates. We are not the least bit supersitious, we went to check it out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how we got the date &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13th March 2010&lt;/span&gt;. I thought that we too way ahead for preparing our wedding. As he HAVEN't Propose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I kinda slow down in the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the hurtful things are the friends, the questions what if he don't proposed. I don't even like explaining. I don't see the point. That's why in the initial stages, I didn't want to tell the whole world, but I couldn't control my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am/was concerned by the fact if he doesn't. I told myself, this was important, I want know if I meant the whole world to him. I was intending to postpone the wedding if he didn't do anything. I also wanted him to ask my parent for my hand in marriage. I thought to myself that if he doesn't , I wouldn't had a chance after marriage. So I stopped everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he wanted to make me happy, he brought me Soo Kee Jewellery store to look out nice diamond rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think Singapore's diamonds are boring, they come only in solitaire , round brillance. You do not see princess cut diamonds or any other cuts. There was a intention to choose my rings overseas on the internet or go hunt for loose diamonds. Ronald was afraid that the quality of the diamonds are lower end one, and they charged us for exorbitant prices. In my earlier entry, I mentioned that we also had bought a ring earlier at Soo Kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after spending hours and hours at the Ang Mo Kio branch, we sourced a size 0.78cts , wanted to take a look at it. If you didn't already know, they can search on the internet for the varies sizes, and the location on the diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HERE it is!! 0.78cts, H colour, forgotten the clarity. Ta-da!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466406587021458578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/S9yT1CFE_JI/AAAAAAAAABs/qIrqkI0Y5FY/s200/DSCF6023.JPG" /&gt; My diamond is H colour but it doesn't look like one And we compared it to the D and E colour, it doesn't look like a H colour. The clarity wise was not too bad, as I saw one, the inclusion can be seen with the naked eye. The setting is wired- basket setting. Most of the diamonds I saw is on a cathedral setting. Don't bother to find out what kind of setting with SA in Singapore, they have completely no knowledge or simply just tell you it is a classic setting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it was upgraded on the 29th March 2009. From april till August period, I stopped preparing for my wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/19132027-1552902286999473977?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1552902286999473977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=1552902286999473977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1552902286999473977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1552902286999473977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-part-v.html' title='Wedding part V'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/S9yT1CFE_JI/AAAAAAAAABs/qIrqkI0Y5FY/s72-c/DSCF6023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5245745280310514882</id><published>2009-12-29T13:33:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:30:14.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding part IV-  Selecting PG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After nailing the bridal package. I hunt for a photographer. I always believe in fate. I google for wedding photographer and saw his website and saw a girl blogging about him , using him a photographer as well. At the same time, he also sent me an email, after I put my email on the singapore brides forum. Ronald contacted him and we met him up. I like going with gut instincts, they never seem to fail me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;During the meeting, he was friendly and he showed us his works, and I really think it worth the price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do check him out. &lt;a href="http://www.marcusleephotography.com/"&gt;Marcus Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For the ladies, why do I say ladies, normally they are the one who doing most of the work. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you want to plan your wedding, please plan for your videographer first. The videos of express highlights are not normally host in their website, because of music infringement policy, one song is fined for $8k. Therefore they are harder to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, the first meeting of a photographer and we decided to hire him.. yeahh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tips: Freelance may be a risky, so therefore please do not a little research on the photographers whom are you going to used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ask what is the spare equipment they are using, who is going to stand in for him if he sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Photos will be up, after the whole wedding at &lt;a href="http://adelynnoei.multiply.com/"&gt;http://adelynnoei.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I still constructing on the website. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-5245745280310514882?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5245745280310514882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5245745280310514882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5245745280310514882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5245745280310514882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-part-iv.html' title='Wedding part IV-  Selecting PG'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4803122742105222846</id><published>2009-12-28T12:42:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:12:14.823+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding part III- Bridal Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We previously been applying for a few flats, I think it was time for to sign the agreement. On the 16 Jan 09, we signed the contract for our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean, I don't know how to tell you, but I knew what I want, and it has to be such arrangement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean I have girlfriend, who may think whose boyfriend haven't propose yet, does want to even apply. I mean do understand, it boils down to what you want. Because right now, I am feeling secured that I have a house coming up. And I do not have to wait so long than those who are getting married and try to apply for hdb. There are many couples who also apply for hdb and then proposed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can tell you that I was pretty affected by what my friends said, because I thought, they would just congratulate you and feel happy for you, FULL STOP. But I didn't realise they have so much thoughts to add. Maybe, I should take it with a pinch of salt. Because after pondering over it, there wasn't much to regret and I do the same thing all over again, if I have a choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next was going to get a bridal package, we was looking for a bridal studio, we went for the wedding fair at Clarke Quay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gauging from my friend's wedding, We needed about 60 photos, we bargained for more photo poses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just a hint for those who getting a bridal package, if you think that you will stick to the number of photos you got in the package. FAT HOPE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ALL the photos are PRETTY...... You WILL want them all!!!!! Ok, maybe not all, just almost all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So,maybe you can try to negotiate for a package for at least 40 photos. The way I look at it, 60 photos look sufficient for a photo album. GUess how much I got?? the magic was 80.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will blogged more about it later. Do check them out. &lt;a href="http://www.bridalconcept.com.sg/"&gt;BRIDAL CONCEPT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We took a while to negotiate with them about what freebies I want. It really depends on your negotiating skills, if you are someone who is ok ok ok.. Then really good luck to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am lucky to have a hubby-to-be who is very good at doing what he does best, negotiating. haha. I think we got a rather good package. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And if you do have friends who used Bridal Concept, asked them to refer you &amp;amp; your partner to Bridal Concept, I think you got another two poses free :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Other tips, I can't really say, if not boss will kill me hahaaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next stop was sourcing photography. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4803122742105222846?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4803122742105222846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4803122742105222846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4803122742105222846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4803122742105222846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-part-iii.html' title='Wedding part III- Bridal Studio'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6555824605033933274</id><published>2009-12-28T12:22:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:10:15.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why was it first/second thing done? I doing research for my ring, the designs that I want. I rather I told him the kind of ring that I want. I do not want him buying a expensive ring and it's not what I want. The design that I wanted is not found in Singapore, wanted to get a custom-made ring, but was afraid that the diamond might not be authentic. I wanted a loose diamond, and custom-made into the setting I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Diamond quality is affected by the size, clarity, colour grade &amp;amp; cutting, the setting plays a part too. I am not someone for settle for less, but I don't know about you. I want my diamond big as possibly could get. Actually, if Ronald could afford a o.9 cts diamond ring, why not man. After doing some research, Ronald brought me into a jewellery shop to get a clearer picture. There was a promotion going, and it could be upgraded into two years, so I got my first 0.31 cts diamond ring. I think it was simple like that made me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This was done in Nov/Dec 2008 period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean it was a diamond ring, it made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879612896172786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/Sz5iyBWb2vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KWhgkU5Zm1w/s200/041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was pretty mad about Ronald about something. so I told him about the three times proposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was more to get even with him, I guess. But I told him, it wasn't done properly, I wouldn't accept it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You see, I may be a rational person, and logical one, I secure the wedding location before the proposal. People starting asking me where is the surprise element. I guess I think differently from the other girls. I wanted the everything to be in place for the wedding. The surprise element is how he does it lor. And I seriously don't know when it was going to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-6555824605033933274?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6555824605033933274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6555824605033933274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6555824605033933274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6555824605033933274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-part-ii.html' title='Wedding part II'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/Sz5iyBWb2vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KWhgkU5Zm1w/s72-c/041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5707944396732554032</id><published>2009-12-28T07:32:00.018+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:23:49.435+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banquet location'/><title type='text'>Wedding- Banquet location</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am taking the liberty of coming to work early, to blog about the entire wedding. I mean, if I have the time. I f my boss don't report so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started my job here, and I already feel like giving up my studies, because of what the effort of my hard work can reward me. However, I am down to my final year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the money that I spent on my studies to obtain the degree. I think it's more about my persistence and determination to complete what I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we all do know that I been preparing for my wedding for the past year. I kinda regret telling people about my wedding in the early beginning. I mean it's quite normal for people to ask the questions. And I began to feel very irritated, as I repeated my answers a thousand times. The enthusiasm of preparation seem to die down after repeating for a gizillion times. Worse, do ever felt that you have to explain the whole wedding affair of why you do this and that to your friends??? I felt sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422025128526625858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/Sz7nIJUSPEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fAu6xIysiyQ/s200/Tang+court+Restaurant.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tang court Restuarant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean, an ideal location of a bride varies,what may felt like a ideal location to one , might a disaster location to another. I have no idea why I explained too, maybe , I wanted people to know it is a good location, the funny thing is when the more I explained, the more I don't believe what I believed what I said is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean, I never ever thought about RELC hotel, Tang courts as a location before. Ronald was doing some random research of the location, I was blown away by the decoraton on the website, so we decided to take a look at the decorations of the whole restaurant during someone's actual day. I was looking around, the buidling surrounded by the greenery, low ceiling , cozy, max 35 tables, decoration was not too bad. 4 projectors, music was loud enough. Food reviews were good. Ample carpark lots, compared to all hotels which provide carpark coupons for a certain percentage of the attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry was a good co-ordinator, this also put my mind at ease. Most restaurants doesn't have a changing room for the bride, which prove to be quite difficult. A hotel room provided for me and Ronald to change. We didn't have to book and pay another sum for the nearest hotel room and walk over, the hotel room is included in the package. Shuttle bus is provided for those who don't drive. I took all these into consideration, complaints are bound to happen, but what else can my guests complain about? I want my guests to be happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the point of time, my gut feeling was telling to take it. I followed my instincts.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, I was quite grumpy when people start question my choice. In the first place, it is not for them to question, but of playing a supportive role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was actually one of first/second thing done for wedding preparation.&lt;br /&gt;This was done beginning of the year. Jan 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-5707944396732554032?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5707944396732554032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5707944396732554032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5707944396732554032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5707944396732554032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding.html' title='Wedding- Banquet location'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/Sz7nIJUSPEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fAu6xIysiyQ/s72-c/Tang+court+Restaurant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-2879855934602976584</id><published>2009-12-27T03:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T03:50:57.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear Diary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I getting increasing fustrated with her. Well,  she does have her sweet moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am not washing all the dirty linen in the public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frankly, after sayin this to her, that I want to have my space with Ronnie for at least the two years. She got all hysterical and told me that I am selfish and I should ask my parents. For mom, and a few others, adviced me that it would be better not to live with your "monster-in-law" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Personally, after making statement not housing with her for the first two years. I think it through, but still I sticking to my stand, I don't see anything wrong with not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I try to stand in her shoes and look at her perspective, I know she was insecure and afraid. However, I still see options for her. And I didn't want her taking for granted that she could stay. If she stay, she will really sticked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just want to breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just don't like she protray her sons like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, maybe she can wake up ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-2879855934602976584?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2879855934602976584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>haiz</title><content type='html'>Maybe, if I flushed out my set of insecurities,  you may understand me better.&lt;br /&gt;I think people just has different problems.&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I cried over my skinny, lanky and flat chested body before.&lt;br /&gt;But what the hell, I learn to embrace it, only sometimes, I still winced , if someone commented abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being sensitive, will give a defensive mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a long bumpy boat ride, yes with Ronnie in it.&lt;br /&gt;After so long, then the end result, I want to be with Ronnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I know, I feel with peace with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out:Ade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4216992637073902525?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4432364008569556576</id><published>2009-11-04T03:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:10:15.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Post: The Break up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe all things cracked under pressure, including relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;The more I am with him, we quarrelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Expectations in a long termed relationship conjured a nasty brew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;I found out that distractions weren't the best way to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;If you think that what you want to find from your loved one, can be found from someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;It is a terrible to find out in the end, truth hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Because, maybe, it has been time to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;I took alot of time to reflect on our relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;We quarrelled, I think the wedding take a toil on our relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;For my part, I was extremely worried, if I made the right choices, did I marry because it was habit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;The world doesn't believe in love anymore, because of cheatings and because the liberal society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Couples go through divorces easier than previous times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;I thought it was it. All those wedding plans were thrown down the drain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&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/19132027-4432364008569556576?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4432364008569556576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4432364008569556576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4432364008569556576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4432364008569556576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2011/09/wedding-post-break-up.html' title='Wedding Post: The Break up'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6840669528594666243</id><published>2009-10-26T01:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:52:51.001+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's easy to judge  someone else, even as a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The one that suffers most, is the one whom doesn't know what they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I didn't , and I am suffering the consequences for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Because I thought I knew, but it felt too late, and it went away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think it's gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What I was afraid came true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This hit me. I wanted it bad, but I couldn't get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It hit me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-6840669528594666243?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6840669528594666243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6840669528594666243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6840669528594666243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6840669528594666243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-easy-to-judge-someone-else-even-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-8819962492678084949</id><published>2009-10-25T13:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:16:16.077+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We can go around choosing what we want.&lt;br /&gt;I said what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, thank you for listening to me all these while. The craps and nonsense, for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the trials , I am sorry God. DOn't seem to work it out between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to hell for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u mommy, daddy. little bro.. Always been wanting say this. I reallie love u all..&lt;br /&gt;IT hurts, when I am not around u. It hurts when I defy u, it hurts when I am not filial.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to make u spend wasted money on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reallie reallie love Ronnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life was a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep doing the wrong things. Life is worthless if I have go through alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was a soldier, I keep marching forward and get back on my feet no matter how much obstacles they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a soldier, in past tense. I can't do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crumble. And I really need him by my side. I didn't know how to get through to him.  I need him to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I got shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dear friends, please take care of urself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.. love Ade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-8819962492678084949?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8819962492678084949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=8819962492678084949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8819962492678084949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8819962492678084949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-can-go-around-choosing-what-we-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6407949498035743425</id><published>2009-09-28T00:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:42:15.173+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carebears CAREBEARS</title><content type='html'>I am not too sure why Ronnie, didn't purchase those cutie little carebears.&lt;br /&gt;And I was sulking all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to be a good girl, trying not to threw tantrums at him, at the slightest mistakes he does.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, 'that' comes together in a long-term relationship, 'that' meaning expectations. I didn't understand why didn't he just buy that to humour me. I really like carebears for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it scary about 'expectations' , that I knew what is expected of his behaviour and  if I don't do this, or I do it, not to piss him off. And sometimes, the more I try to prevent a quarrel, leaves me in upheaval state of mind &amp;amp; behaviour. It is the expectations on Ronnie's side too, which result in the quarrel. And the quarrel leads violent destruction of skin tearing and bruising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to worry about, in even a fight, I know when know not to provoke him further which lead to him being physical violent. And he wouldn't abuse me in that way, because I trust him with my whole heart. However, it struck me that even for Ronnie, or any good &amp;amp; decent guy would actually become violent even when pushed the brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But expectations will keep you on your toe, to become a better person, too.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a bad temper, for Ronnie's sake, I will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did I tell you about expectations? I was waiting for my carebears the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Viola!!!! TWO CAREBears!!!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-6407949498035743425?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6407949498035743425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6407949498035743425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6407949498035743425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6407949498035743425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/carebears-carebears.html' title='Carebears CAREBEARS'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-2050563950394560584</id><published>2009-08-23T11:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:37:32.329+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear Diary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guess what was 15th Aug 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was our monthly anniversary, I was all smiles about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I do not know why, I think God provide girls' sixth sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wasn't looking forward to riding the Ferris Wheel in Taiwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However, when it was Ferris wheel was reaching its peak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was pondering will he pop the question; and i decide to brush it off. ( sixth sense )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The next thing, I know he took my hand and apologize for arguing this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And he popped the question. I was momentarily speechless for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was pretty much brimming with tears; but realize something, no knees!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then I refused to let him put the ring on my finger until he kneeled down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(I know the space was very crammed. but ....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At this point, I smiling smilng smiling.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ade burst into song : " I can't smile without you........ I just can't smile without you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-2050563950394560584?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2050563950394560584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=2050563950394560584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2050563950394560584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2050563950394560584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4381545769107084640</id><published>2009-07-11T13:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:21:31.600+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously do not know where to release right now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trickle trickle trickle.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhhh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that' so much better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4381545769107084640?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4381545769107084640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4381545769107084640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4381545769107084640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4381545769107084640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-620017384072428230</id><published>2009-06-12T09:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:24:06.809+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kate Spades, Louis Vuitton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world is catching up..as I always thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not mocking, just happy , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "welcome to my world.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehhee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-620017384072428230?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/620017384072428230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=620017384072428230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/620017384072428230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/620017384072428230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/kate-spades-louis-vuitton-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-536869421820332267</id><published>2009-05-04T23:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:07:20.824+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprained toe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tired Ade just wanted to rest for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Awaken with anxiety that she slept for too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wanted not to waste another second longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Placed her foot down, toes first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Her leg buckle without warning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and she couldn't control, she couldn't feel her leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her fourth toe and little toe was bent all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just when she thought her tolerance of pain is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The pain was unbearable as she refused to move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have to carried by Ronnie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After so many years, she was able to be sincerely moved when he took the pail of ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and try to place on her little toe which was in acute pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He didn't notice, but she was watching his every move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She felt her eyes alittle wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She knows that it was the right decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Never regret one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I thanked God for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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/19132027-536869421820332267?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/536869421820332267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=536869421820332267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/536869421820332267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/536869421820332267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/sprained-toe.html' title='Sprained toe.'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5018520629715885672</id><published>2009-04-12T00:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:48:22.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't slp, neither can I study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am so sick of studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got $500 plus 0.09cts rosella diamond studs on my ear :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I kept thinking it was $300, until he showed me the bill again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And it's a bit stressful, but I was always afraid of losing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got because Ronnie thought he has to get 4 type of white gold as dowry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, wifes-to-be, just mentioned that about the dowry thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and just forget to mention it's for teo chew only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OK. I definitely bragging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but but but once in a while lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ronnie went to City Harvest. So Hip hor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was kind of overjoyed when he went for another service, this time without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But joy was short-lived, when he keep mentioning he will not convert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It just a long journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My theory is it takes one to forget one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's us be gracious in the meantime, just hope the another party is happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was very touched by the fact, that some guy offered me umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was a heavy rain lar, and I prepared to get drenched, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;because I didn't want to wait for the rain to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Somehow, I am not too sure why, I had this feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the guy will offer me, his umbrella, ella, ella, ella. ehhhh. ehhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He ran up to me, because I heard the plattering of his feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And he smiled ;) when i said thnks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I tell u it kinda warmth my hearth for 25 seconds, till we reached the bus stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I walked away, I do not want to create a conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And he tried to make a last  attempt by offering to drop me off at my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ade start imagining, she has to create conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then the exchange of numbers.. blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'I have a straight bus home. ' Ade told him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He left with that weird expression on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I was being offered umbrella for a second time, when I wanted to cross to my block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And indian uncle this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Really, this people, is what make the world goes round with :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So good deeds beget good deeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ade will offer her umbrella to the next good looking guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/19132027-5018520629715885672?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5018520629715885672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5018520629715885672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5018520629715885672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5018520629715885672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-updates.html' title='Quick updates'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4358434452530904519</id><published>2009-03-11T01:33:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:50:01.798+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, Ronald went to church with me. (once)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that he kind of dread the anticipation of the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In fact, I think he knows I can be lazy at times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he hope that, I shut the alarm clock and go back to slp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In fact, i wanted too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mentally willed myself to bath, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gently nudged him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So when Christina asked me this question "WHY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have absolutely no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I asked him on msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ade: "why did you go to church?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;R: " Because of you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ade felt trillions of love bolts zingered at her tip of her brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;R: "because of you" ( he repeated )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without a beat of a pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;R: " Keep nagging"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;R: " Si bi ma fan " ( very troublesome )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ade : ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nagging is typical display of affection shown by woman to man - Christina Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well well, let's keep the nagging alive !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/19132027-4358434452530904519?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4358434452530904519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4358434452530904519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4358434452530904519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4358434452530904519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4738194941670699687</id><published>2009-03-09T15:15:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:40:40.207+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone are the days of my youth youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I am still in my youth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suddenly have the sudden urge to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I listening to this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My school band ever played this before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTbFcA6_4BI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTbFcA6_4BI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4738194941670699687?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4738194941670699687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4738194941670699687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4738194941670699687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4738194941670699687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/gone-are-days-of-my-youth-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-2566116735665986072</id><published>2009-03-01T15:56:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:52:40.041+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Healthcare Congress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This logo is done by me. Just so u know, because people always ask me what I do, this is one of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/SapRQO1zUUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zNBmJGEVRrg/s1600-h/global-health-care.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308144450113065282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/SapRQO1zUUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zNBmJGEVRrg/s200/global-health-care.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was supered hyped when I had a chance to go down to Global Healthcare Congress'o9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I mean, working in any industry, you should how the industry run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I thought I was just needed to go and help in any way possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I realised I should read up more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I feel so empty ( brain is emptied ) when handling this people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And it so happened that when even answering certian questions, my HR director was telling me how to answer in a more professional manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I am glad they hired me before they know about my flaws..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Back to the Congress, I was pretty awed by the presence of the CEOs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I mean, I always have this mentality that they are stucked up. With their PA sticking to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But in fact, I was warmed by their presence, even the slightest thing like greetings and asking me how I am, make me realised they are very humble beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And did do you know, Mr G** our Senior Minister 's son was present as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maybe, I shouldn't refer him as his Son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As he himself has a substantial creditbility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My colleague have to point it out to me who he is, before I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He is ..... tall , possess hmmm charisma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and more importantly very humble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And "fashionably late". lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Strait Times Journalist was there, I mean u always read about their article, but u can't put a face to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, it has been a eye-opener for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have been running up and down the Hyatt hotel, running task for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I twist my fingers , that my company recognize my efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I always had believe that efforts will be recognize , as long as u put it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now, I think must wa-yang abit, to really let them see at times. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I think they know lar , huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By the way, Hyatt's food and coffee, the machine brewed one, super good lar. I had three cups, one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/19132027-2566116735665986072?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2566116735665986072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=2566116735665986072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2566116735665986072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2566116735665986072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/global-healthcare-congress.html' title='Global Healthcare Congress'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/SapRQO1zUUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zNBmJGEVRrg/s72-c/global-health-care.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6339596353683905491</id><published>2009-02-06T23:51:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:27:27.799+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I told God today, 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style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PIMPLE is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I will rid of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With his help , of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amen&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/19132027-6339596353683905491?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6339596353683905491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ade is a very contradicting person. The fact that she had considered herself liberal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The another time, She ever thought of doing a nude shot of herself and who-ever who will be her future husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But of course, artistically covered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;However, the thoughts of it irked her now. Not too sure why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;The older she grow, the more conversative she become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;It doesn't really applies to clothes that she is wearing though, she wear whatever she feel comfortable in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;We seen Tammy, we seen Faith Ong, We seen Sun Tan. ( You mean you have not seen.)( Ade runs away in embarrassment.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Ade wished she can understand the motive behind it. The todays youth scare her of liberal ,auducious acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;How to protect her kid next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I mean being comfortable in your body is one thing, but the day Eve took the apple, we feeled ashamed our naked selves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And some people like Ade took a couple decades to love her body. Some just simple parade theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let's compared : Naked couple at Holland V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/SYh_hY2QrwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qxVcm8EpOVc/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298625173183835906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/SYh_hY2QrwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qxVcm8EpOVc/s200/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;and this article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiatime.com/2008/10/15/yet-another-indian-woman-is-paraded-naked/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.indiatime.com/2008/10/15/yet-another-indian-woman-is-paraded-naked/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The above article is the idea of punishing the lady by humiliating her ,by stripping her naked and paraded her in front of the whole village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So being naked is a form of punishment or a form of exhibitionist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You be the judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-1761245727854209031?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1761245727854209031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=1761245727854209031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1761245727854209031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1761245727854209031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/naked.html' title='Naked'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KsTIJKtecc/SYh_hY2QrwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qxVcm8EpOVc/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-3295588566272030202</id><published>2009-01-22T15:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:27:10.614+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers' cries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my recent research, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I came across, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weird cases. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like to highlight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The life of the underdeveloped countries. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That we should feel fortunate that we are living in Singapore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not too sure what to do help these people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only highlight their situation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ens-newswire.com/ens/oct2007/2007-10-03-01.asp"&gt; Famers' cries!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&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/19132027-3295588566272030202?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3295588566272030202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=3295588566272030202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3295588566272030202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3295588566272030202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/farmers-cries.html' title='Farmers&apos; cries'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-3812116722513228780</id><published>2009-01-03T02:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:27:07.175+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090103/tap-singapore-crime-drugs-ghana-06f3cb7.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http//sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090103/tap-singapore-crime-drugs-ghana-06f3cb7.html"&gt;Singapore Crime drugs&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/19132027-3812116722513228780?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3812116722513228780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=3812116722513228780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3812116722513228780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3812116722513228780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6327328129564080297</id><published>2009-01-02T03:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T04:04:21.301+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As friends, I feel that there is fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I grabble at straws's end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One moment one attitude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the next moment, ignorance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dont' tell me that it' the booze talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;because, I don't think I can accept that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I really dont' know what to make out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hope I sensitive. &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/19132027-6327328129564080297?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6327328129564080297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6327328129564080297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6327328129564080297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6327328129564080297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-3528000017816071563</id><published>2008-12-30T01:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:33:32.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not too sure about what kind of mood ,&lt;br /&gt;I am in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reasons, I kept reviewing the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am surprised by own attitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can be a bitch at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, I am real or a hyprocrite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And and and, with all those weddings coming up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so in the mood of doing my own planning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the plans an stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consolidating ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep smiling at him recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels like raining on me with sincerity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how to explain this feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy , smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why I love him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes me smile to this very day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But marriage is a lifetime thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was never a fan of commitment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living the way, I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am, well really scare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it's not the the day is near anytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am really in the mood for Jesus today lar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singing along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a note for Him.  ( not him , it's HIM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sorry, I haven't been to church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I state the reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it sounds so lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I haven't forgotten you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part of the reason, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Ronnie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the reason, I went back to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mummy ever said that "We only go back , when we need him"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that was my moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying that, I haven't grown, you must be blind lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came a long way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like the idea, of using both hands to build the house of dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you know what's the ironic thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I been thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't for Jia Miao, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't be with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't for Jack,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn' be with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wasn't for the strength, I found from Christ, to break up with Jack, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't be with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank  you Jesus, Amen. &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/19132027-3528000017816071563?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3528000017816071563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=3528000017816071563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3528000017816071563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3528000017816071563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-not-too-sure-about-what-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-122354318667942492</id><published>2008-12-25T14:28:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:52:48.968+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am not too sure why I am so hooked into Ronnie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Like both like to play the game we know so well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I always feel I am losing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But these huge decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am not ready to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Because it is not a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And if you are to carry on what you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I feel I am pulling further away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I would like to say "Thank you " for the wonderful times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I did appreciate what y0u have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The reason why I love you, because you always believe in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But I am not too sure about that anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Under appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Because u make me feel like Uncle Sidder in Bedtime stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So you have to prove ur worthy to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am watching  your every move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;SO u better step it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Because, the yes might turn no anytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The money means nothing to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-122354318667942492?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/122354318667942492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't say my life is picture perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The truth is, after pple condemn my relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I start to wonder, do I really have to share the good side, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for them to know, there is both sides of the coins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I started sharing less of him and Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, there are good times and the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never once sit from the side, and never say thank you for sending me to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe,thank you for giving me the best birthday present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sending of blue roses to my office, and the card that state: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" To Wife-to-be"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 25th birthday! muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love: "Husband-to-be"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those statement enough, was to keep me gushing throughout the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I dunno why I kept quarrelling these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it also started, because of those girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may have your doubts, but I am not jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just feel the little invisible part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there is nothing to hide like he says, which I knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why wouldn't he let him meet them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am capable of making friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And at least, I wouldn't be so angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never once want to stop him from meeting his friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because, I do meet my guy friends once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like the freedom that I have, dancing with strangers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just don't wan to feel that invisible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am worried, because, I am going to sign something impt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the thing, the more realistic it becomes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the more I am getting the jittery bugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But something, does tell me it's not right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dunno I dunno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-1948079701204960900?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/scroller.swf?id=41970&amp;af=25&amp;cf=0x2C72C7&amp;speed=2&amp;font=&amp;size=10&amp;color=0x555753&amp;tc=0x555753&amp;tha=100&amp;btc=0xEC7331&amp;bga=25&amp;bgc=0xEC7331&amp;ima=85&amp;url=" quality="high" bgcolor="#808080" width="180" height="240" name="lyrics_scroller" wmode="transparent" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;p style="width:180px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/" title="Song Lyrics"&gt;Song Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-6320931495010371968?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6320931495010371968/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-3966539843197170882</id><published>2008-11-10T01:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:08:05.052+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to admit something that i have in my heart for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be best if the questions of marriage should be avoided for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am ready at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't love him or what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like the restriction and calculation and leading to lack of element of surpise.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am being narrow minded at this.&lt;br /&gt;But, I really don't know and don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate the concerns.&lt;br /&gt;I am just not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is full commitment, and I do not know I am game for it.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;But the answer is yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;No prize for guessing there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-3966539843197170882?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3966539843197170882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=3966539843197170882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3966539843197170882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3966539843197170882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-to-admit-something-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-66661572822790239</id><published>2008-10-10T11:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:04:14.809+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously think I am alittle morbic or sadist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can take it, seeing the gory stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The chopped, bloody, gory , grinded body parts doesn't make me wanna puke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was better to play the ignorance field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than to had it ur face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I have to take greater than arm's length, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to stay away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, If the say looks doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just read an article that say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good looking people are paid more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much for inner beauty.&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;At least, for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know what I want.&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/19132027-66661572822790239?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/66661572822790239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I blogging while Ronald is on the internet. hmmm I am freaking bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-204388193396607334?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/204388193396607334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=204388193396607334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/204388193396607334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/204388193396607334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-blogging-while-ronald-is-on-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-2547328516154092804</id><published>2008-09-24T23:12:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:37:30.725+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Ideal Wedding Dress Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theweddingdresstest/dress-4.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Personal Style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic and elegant. You prefer to make a statement with a few quality pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Ideal Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional and formal, but not tacky. You think the most beautiful weddings are understated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Philosophy on Marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a serious commitment, and the couple entering it should be ready to work for their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is calm, stable, deep, and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theweddingdresstest/"&gt;The Wedding Dress Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Taste in Chocolate Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thechocolateoracle/chocolate.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sophisticated, modern, and high class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste is refined, but you are not picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are often the first to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic and quick to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open minded, and you easily adopt new social causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your heart is in the right place, you often can't follow through with your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to be in love. You crave romance, whether you're single or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel lost when you don't feel passion... you need someone to adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thechocolateoracle/"&gt;The Chocolate Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Pink Umbrella Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theumbrellatest/pink.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When faced with adversity, you respond with compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if someone is making life difficult for you, you can't help but see things from their perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are emotionally in tune, and you are very sensitive to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to give to those who need it most, even if they are difficult to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rainy day: you should offer to help someone who needs you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theumbrellatest/"&gt;The Umbrella Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Picky When it Counts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoutoopickywhenitcomestomenquiz/picky-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most sane women, you want a great guy who will treat you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're also willing to put up with a few flaws in your Mr. Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should congratulate yourself on having a realistic approach to dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably have quite a few great guys you can date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoutoopickywhenitcomestomenquiz/"&gt;Are You Too Picky When It Comes To Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-2547328516154092804?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2547328516154092804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=2547328516154092804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2547328516154092804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2547328516154092804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-have-your-sarcastic-moments-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-8767577446177047934</id><published>2008-09-17T00:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:51:51.327+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna run away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am withdrawing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God says in his time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/19132027-8767577446177047934?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8767577446177047934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=8767577446177047934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8767577446177047934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8767577446177047934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-just-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-7247613760703764996</id><published>2008-09-15T21:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:35:36.694+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I am 3 kg fatter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Woo hoo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But seriously, I don't know which part of my body is bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Except my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;My eyes got bigger somehow, butI think it's the magic of make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Non, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Il est enterré seulement 2 pieds de profondeur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&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/19132027-7247613760703764996?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7247613760703764996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't believed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't grapple at the complexity of diversity of human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don't sit your butt pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I might always not get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ButI am not quitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't believe if someone thinks if I can't do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THe person don't seem much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But life goe on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ANd soon, I'll be up and running. &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/19132027-2328471269950996608?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2328471269950996608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=2328471269950996608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2328471269950996608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2328471269950996608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-believed-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-7198260089857184319</id><published>2008-08-28T02:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:10:31.614+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I feel fearful.&lt;br /&gt;It's the month when I hate myself again.&lt;br /&gt;Pushed it at the back of my head, when the emotions rained,&lt;br /&gt;arranging the tissues on my face to a frowm.&lt;br /&gt;I smelled scent that came from flower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But, I didn't thnk much of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Then there was personal encounters of my colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I thought I have the heart for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I freaked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;There was this girl who was a chirst Follower who ended up being possessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I was upset, and I asked "why"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nobody can answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So that day, I ended up having to go home alone and there was the scent again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, it is the 7th month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I stood out the taxi, I smelled it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I looked everywhere for a sign of the flower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But I don't see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I even went  up to the nearest flower to smell if it was coming from there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The worst thing, I thought I was safe at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But the scent was lingering at my window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I as so started praying, hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The presence of God which I often experience, was the a sense of peace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and some chill-like feel at the ankle and then the whole body, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and I feel a sudden rush of overwhelmingness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The presence lingered over the eerie-chill like feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I could feel both of such "feelings" for few seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And presence of God left. The smell was gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, if you think it's all pschyology. I tried sniffing at the window for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But it wasn't there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;By the way, sometimes, it was just more than your attention I required. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sometimes, I forgot, it was your presence and effort to do things for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That give me the sense of being loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I should stopped being a whiny bitch, and appreciate more my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But, I am not complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's just that the there is certain day, you wake feeling ugly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and everything after that feels ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And here is the deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am not some friend who knows if there is not right between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I will not talk about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I can't do it without setting it straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And if things are not trashed out, it was never right between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;There was always be shadow of a doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Don't expect me to tell pple things, if pple are unwilling to share things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I have no obligations or what or ever, to say something that I know or do not know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-7198260089857184319?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7198260089857184319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=7198260089857184319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/7198260089857184319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/7198260089857184319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-fearful.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6679376187823281939</id><published>2008-08-11T06:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:29:59.935+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new place recommended, or rather old it been there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day at cookie Museum (my goodness, i forgot how to spell museum, goes to show it is ancient..haha)(fine, not funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="453" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/zorro-gal/Ade%20and%20Friends/Cookie%20nite%20out/SNC00022.jpg" width="576" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SHar &amp;amp; CHer:"Hmm, Everything looks good on the menu. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v511/zorro-gal/Ade%20and%20Friends/Cookie%20nite%20out/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNC00023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="417" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/zorro-gal/Ade%20and%20Friends/Cookie%20nite%20out/SNC00023.jpg" width="531" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GH: "I shall just sit back and relax, while the gals do the choosing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="365" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/zorro-gal/Ade%20and%20Friends/Cookie%20nite%20out/SNC00028.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say :" Cookie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took a while to update huh.. sorry lar.. More coming ur way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19132027-6679376187823281939?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6679376187823281939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6679376187823281939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6679376187823281939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6679376187823281939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-place-recommended-or-rather-old-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5750383483395072031</id><published>2008-07-14T06:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:36:14.735+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I want good music, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;booze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wala-wala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Date me on Wed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I to release my pent-up anger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In good music. &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/19132027-5750383483395072031?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5750383483395072031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5750383483395072031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5750383483395072031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5750383483395072031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-good-music-booze-wala-wala-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-673249019505749055</id><published>2008-07-14T05:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:18:25.171+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was picture perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then, it was far from the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I got turned off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Turn off about myself too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I want nothing more to do with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am out of sorts lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It is not because Ronnie's not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It began even before that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was work pressure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then not feeling appreciated, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then there was school and exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then there was partial anger with Ronnie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(don't even ask what? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So anger + booze = no good (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But Good KTV cleanses the soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I didn't had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Back to church, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Feel wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was just telling God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How do I know it's you talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;Pls give a signal. I badly need one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And *poofs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The preach was about this guy in the Bible call Giddeon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;having the same problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And God has to reassure him five times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't think that is just a coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thank God anyway.  You made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, I tide (after pending for so long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tiding, is giving 10 % of your salary to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And yar, it's before CPF. (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The stereotypes about church-goers, is they are nerds, conservative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you have such concept, it's just wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I see cute guys here and there and rich kids, tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey, I am all for God here. Soley for the purpose of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(And the more I explained, it becomes more sloppishly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Once again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I need unpicture-perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I need a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For reality to set in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-673249019505749055?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/673249019505749055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=673249019505749055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/673249019505749055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/673249019505749055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-was-picture-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-1107122153670596402</id><published>2008-07-10T00:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:48:35.017+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am feeling lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;full stop&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/19132027-1107122153670596402?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1107122153670596402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=1107122153670596402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1107122153670596402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1107122153670596402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-feeling-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-8598465992939435425</id><published>2008-07-09T06:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:51:41.879+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I worked my way up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know what I want in life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The ambitious little me cannot stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But the factors of the environment threw me into the bottomless pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't take money into consideration if I have it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But who doesn't want more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The love of brands make me materialistic (actually only one brand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's irony, because I always has a disdain for such ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I declare I am not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but who gives the $%^&amp;amp;*(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So maybe I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am probably one angry woman now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pardon the language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what's wrong, God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everything, I want seems to fall into place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But what is missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;By the way, I haven't forgotten about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Had a conversation with old pal today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The distance was drawn between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But when we caught up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think we think the same about man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The label "b"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They fall in and out of love, so easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But isn't that relate to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the one who get attracted to someone easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But to fall deeper with someone, it really take a  one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you know what i need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;who wants clubbing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&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/19132027-8598465992939435425?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8598465992939435425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=8598465992939435425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8598465992939435425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8598465992939435425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5473323995279017949</id><published>2008-06-18T05:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:26:38.609+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The road is long, even though it was just a short distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I wasn't close to Ah Gong, but I remembered him as someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;who always watered the plants in the backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Regrets come I realize, I didn't get to see him for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;There was a peaceful look on face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;finally no more suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The cremeation was slight too much to bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But after all that been done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I really hope, he rest in peace.&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/19132027-5473323995279017949?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5473323995279017949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5473323995279017949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5473323995279017949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5473323995279017949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/road-is-long-even-though-it-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-8804137257344089808</id><published>2008-06-09T05:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T05:41:29.348+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Diary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I pretty pissed with my mom keep on chasing me to be ready, as today the day we all dread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I totally understand how she feels, but she is pissing me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;today is the day, we cremate the body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I dread today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-8804137257344089808?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8804137257344089808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=8804137257344089808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8804137257344089808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8804137257344089808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-diary-i-pretty-pissed-with-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4883698264762492273</id><published>2008-05-01T15:55:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:13:29.007+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Recently, i watched some programme with regards of bear farms in China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Black bears are wanted because of the bile from their gall bladder are used for tradition medicine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the more horrible thing, China govt allows the selling of such legally, as it provide source of income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/bear-bf-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/bear-bf-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Bear - Bile Farming - 02) These Asian black moon bears suffer physically and mentally. This moon bear exhibits stereotypical motion by swaying his or her head back and forth. The tight confinement causes them to go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There is one clip I had watched, which the bear has been rescued, but because it has been in the cage for 20 over years, it doesn't realise it out from its cage.Therefore, it still goes one step forth and one step back in a trance, thinking it is still in the cage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/bear-bf-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/bear-bf-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/bear-bf-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Bear - Bile Farming - 07) A rubber pipe was connected to a fluid bag inside a metal box, which was attached to a metal jacket that held the box in place under the bear's abdomen. The bile drained through the rubber pipe into the protected fluid bag and was emptied approximately every 2 weeks by the farmer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cruelty of the human beings is really beyong our comprehension. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Help the bears today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;read more about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/bear.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/bear.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you have heart, pls sign the petition,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifaw.org/ifaw/general/default.aspx?oid=117581"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.ifaw.org/ifaw/general/default.aspx?oid=117581&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.ifaw.org/ifaw/general/default.aspx?oid=117581"&gt;&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/19132027-4883698264762492273?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4883698264762492273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4883698264762492273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4883698264762492273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4883698264762492273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/recently-i-watched-some-programme-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-8425948090909545145</id><published>2008-04-21T15:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:26:45.985+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My concentration span, i suspect is less than 5 mins. Exams are coming. And my motivational level is low. I haven't begin. God help me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-8425948090909545145?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8425948090909545145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=8425948090909545145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8425948090909545145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8425948090909545145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-concentration-span-i-suspect-is-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-7557475237359887444</id><published>2008-04-16T06:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:18:06.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In endeavouring to keep my pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To gain what lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am struggling in the midst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My heart broke today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/19132027-7557475237359887444?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7557475237359887444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=7557475237359887444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/7557475237359887444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/7557475237359887444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-endeavouring-to-keep-my-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-406448309190352768</id><published>2008-04-16T04:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:13:34.774+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I blew up yesterday, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was the 15th. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th was a significant one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every 15th is one to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to meet him for a brief period. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I told him I can meet him today or nxt week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But he ended up saying he would meet me nxt week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had to order him come.&lt;br /&gt;Order him, yes I did. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I felt more of forcing him instead. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I expected a sms frm him each mth, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sms failed to come. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sms sometimes needed a reminder frm me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sms was to keep the 15th signifance going. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He came with his friend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like he met his friend on Valentine's day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or we spent 15th with his friend one time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all I wanted was time spent and attention only frm him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attention given to his friend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought the only the time, he could do was to send me up or maybe to the lift door. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But he fail to do so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that a little expectation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know guys are daft, they need girls to tell what's wrong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I said, I want you to send me up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He didn't hear me clearly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he was far away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waited for his call, so I didn't expect his call. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waited for his sms, there was none.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well, what can I say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swallowing the anger. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys can be daft. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see how far it goes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&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/19132027-406448309190352768?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/406448309190352768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=406448309190352768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/406448309190352768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/406448309190352768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-blew-up-yesterday-it-was-15th.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4839907404102244779</id><published>2008-04-13T22:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:01:59.705+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am not normally the buying and spending kind of person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I am learning the art of grabbing what-u-can at sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Normally, i would pondered a considerable a long time before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I placed my purchase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;However, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;one plus one pair of shoes= one happy woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Working makes people adopt an attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The more I feel i can't do something right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The more I want to make it right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The more I people say I can't do it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The more i want to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not for them, more for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I always wonder if i am a perfectionist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is this considered one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Males are egoistic creatures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I dont' know why they say woman can't drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i just think woman are more cautious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Males just drive with their balls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And when if they found out the the lousy driver infront is a male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They would say: "Why he drive like a woman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&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/19132027-4839907404102244779?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4839907404102244779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4839907404102244779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4839907404102244779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4839907404102244779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-not-normally-buying-and-spending.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-1352977073370837042</id><published>2008-03-10T17:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:31:45.064+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I m supposed to go for POA mock exam today. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study as much as I supposed too. But I promised I make it up today.... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-1352977073370837042?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1352977073370837042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=1352977073370837042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1352977073370837042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1352977073370837042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-m-supposed-to-go-for-poa-mock-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-8760504764871394836</id><published>2008-03-04T19:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:14:06.209+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I fell sick, i think the virus is spreading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;boo hoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIfe is breezy, i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Jingo is getting cleverer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He greets u whenever you come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wants you to sayang him, if not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he "woof woof" at you.&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;My future mother-in-law huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still the same lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cynical, blah blah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at times, she still show signs of concern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been immune to her little ways of doing things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conversation always end like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE: "who and who treat the mother very good, very fillial"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ade:" orh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE: "Ronald ex gf (she gets vague at the memory of which gal friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and starting pointing anyone) always tell Ronald to treat the mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. she very good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ade: (bui lun liao) :"I aso very good"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE: ( no response)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ade repeat once "i aso very good"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE: " continue with her story"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ADe: ...........&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;Seriously, I strongly disagree to live with my in-laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since when I have a bf, that is a no no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, I wan a house on my own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The house which i use my blood-shed money to pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want a world on our own at least for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i can't bear the idea of she living with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, in future, another arrangement will be made if necessary. &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;Even working now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money still not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kind of going on dutch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i pay sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;den he pay sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait till he settle his studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should be slightly better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got money, so owe people money, one dollar die die must return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stand it if people owe me money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 bucks also i want it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so chiam hor me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even clothes, i never really buy, only see something i like then buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I  wonder why gals can find so many clothes to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dun even have the time to shop. sobz.&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;You know something, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i begin to realise, I think Ronald loves me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves deep deep.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I not too sure when was the waking up point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it just happen one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stop having this he don't love me as much when i am upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not sure why i bloggin this. but wahaha&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 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;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&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/19132027-8760504764871394836?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8760504764871394836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=8760504764871394836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8760504764871394836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8760504764871394836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-fell-sick-i-think-virus-is-spreading.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-2066015043502587102</id><published>2008-02-14T21:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:49:58.021+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tyma-AmiOpE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tyma-AmiOpE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alicia KeysA Woman's Worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You could buy me diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You could buy me pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take me on a cruise around the world, Baby, you know I'm worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dinner light by candles,Run my bubble bath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make love tenderly to last, and last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby, you know I'm worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna' please; wanna' keep; wanna' treat yourwoman right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not just told, but to show, that she knows she'sworth your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will loose, if you choose, to refuse to put her first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She will and she can find a man who knows her worth!Mmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause a real man knows a real woman when he sees her (when he sees her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And a real woman knows a real man Ain't 'fraid to please her (please her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And a real woman knows a real man always comes first (first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And a real man just can't denyA woman's worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mmmmmm hmmmmm (x1), Mmmmmm hmmmmm (x1), Mmmmmm hmmmmm (x1), Mmm(Hold up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you treat me fairly I'll give you all my goods...Treat you like a real woman should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby, I know you're worth itIf you never play me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Promise not to bluff I'll hold you down when it gets rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause baby, I know you're worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Bridge 2)She rolls the mile; makes you smile, all the whilebeing true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't take for granted the passions that she has for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will lose, if you choose, to refuse to put her first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She will and she can find a man who knowsher worth!...OH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Chorus)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause a real man knows a real woman when he sees her (when he sees her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And a real woman knows a real man Ain't 'fraid to please her (please me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And a real woman knows a real man always comes first (first, baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And a real man just can't denyA woman's worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Breakdown]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No need to read in between the lines Spell it out for you (spell it out for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just hear this song 'Cause you can't go wrong when you value(Better value...) A woman's, woman's, woman's, woman's Worth! (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Chorus (x2)]'Cause a real man knows a real woman when he sees her (when he sees her[1st time]) (nothin' like a woman's worth [2nd time])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-2066015043502587102?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2066015043502587102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=2066015043502587102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2066015043502587102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2066015043502587102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4618222376926937483</id><published>2008-02-11T06:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T02:22:12.179+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hardly blogged these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Always blaming something for the cause of my misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not want to put down into script. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As people seem to have a certain prejudice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't really blame them for that, I guessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would I have thought of myself as a kind of person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hiding under the blanket and whine all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And enviously idealizing others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have prayed for not understanding ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but a sense of self-worth and learning and to be sincerely be happy for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The concept seem to be materializing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I worried not for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And learning to challenge myself daily, instead of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think it is a daily struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, it make the day interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will blogged more, when i come back from work today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't mean to bragged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But-hor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/zorro-gal/YS77807200_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/zorro-gal/YS77807200_zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v511/zorro-gal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=YS77807200_zoom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am in love with this watch, that watch which cost me $320.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am bragging am I? I don't care. I am in love with thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&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/19132027-4618222376926937483?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4618222376926937483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4618222376926937483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4618222376926937483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4618222376926937483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/hardly-blogged-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-647544037583573408</id><published>2008-01-31T07:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:48:36.934+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendships forged before meeting your special someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mind if my guy going with his gal pal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am seriously don't mind, not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that I am jealous of empty threat, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that I am don't trust him or her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why on Saturday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain't Saturdays reserved for your special ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And u wan to spend with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLaying a good game and a good workout, i can understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting a few hours, at home, I can jolly well wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to an extent, his gal pal asking your your guy to wait an hour before sending her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to avoid her mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making his gf wait an hour more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't get over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz she knows , I am waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel less prioritised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he did that on some other day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't rent as much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rendered my weekends free, just for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swallowed my anger, when i feel bullied by his mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not expecting him to stick up for me. coz that is his mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know what I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talents are in me, fucking enclosed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why didn't I realised before, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know what I am, I just wanted him to assure me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what I couldn't get from my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it doesn't matter now, I know What I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am pent up&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/a7C6in0ChK/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/a7C6in0ChK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-647544037583573408?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4280777983810916675</id><published>2008-01-21T23:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:14:32.295+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I never pride myself to be anything good. Because, whatever I did seem to nothing that measured up to that standard.&lt;br /&gt;I envy others, because of their talent, which I can't find in myself.&lt;br /&gt;LEaving a pool of insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when someone will bring me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't play hard to get, but trying to do what was right,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a trail of hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, wonder what is my sense of worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a glass of red wine. badly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4280777983810916675?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4280777983810916675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4280777983810916675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4280777983810916675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4280777983810916675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-never-pride-myself-to-be-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-1385189620843044694</id><published>2008-01-10T22:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:12:37.784+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how to express myself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I am a doll without voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A doll with thousand and one words to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying it, loses its worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-1385189620843044694?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1385189620843044694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=1385189620843044694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1385189620843044694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/1385189620843044694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-know-how-to-express-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5314155791709916923</id><published>2007-12-25T15:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:33:59.623+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If i had problems now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it would be microscopic compared the ladies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;in Durly Nelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Drinking wine and make merry on Christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Juggling between them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It kinda pain me to see them this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;However, I'm glad one is out of the well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And the other is "stonily gazing her grass"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(To both: u'hve been labelled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But this Christmas had been fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't imagine my life withoug u gals.&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/19132027-5314155791709916923?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5314155791709916923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5314155791709916923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5314155791709916923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5314155791709916923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-had-problems-now-it-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-8606438200206085821</id><published>2007-11-21T00:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:12:45.619+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJeHk1gDT68&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJeHk1gDT68&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Ending lyrics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the way you left me,I'm not pretending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the way that we love,Like it's forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then live the rest of our life,But not together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice If anything should happen,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I guess I wish you well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A little bit of heaven,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; but a little bit of hell This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No hope, or love, or gloryHappy endings gone forever more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the way you left me,I'm not pretending.No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No Happy Ending.This is the way that we love,Like it's forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then live the rest of our life,But not together.2 o'clock in the morning, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;something's on my mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't get no rest; keep walkin' aroundIf I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I can get to my sleepI can think that we just carried on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No hope, or love, or gloryHappy endings gone forever more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the way you left me,I'm not pretending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,No Happy Ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the way that we love,Like it's forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then live the rest of our life,But not together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A Little bit of love, little bit of loveLittle bit of love, little bit of love [repeat]I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the way you left me,I'm not pretending.No hope, no love, no glory,No Happy Ending.This is the way that we love,Like it's forever.To live the rest of our life,But not together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-8606438200206085821?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8606438200206085821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=8606438200206085821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8606438200206085821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8606438200206085821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-ending-lyrics-this-is-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-8151014783304655012</id><published>2007-11-12T02:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T02:23:30.905+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When we talked about love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everybody has a different defintion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I remembered my good friend telling me about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"There is no such thing as mutual love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After thinking about for long while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I get this feeling that for Most married couples, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the ones beside them is not the one they loved most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For me, I just feel there is mutual love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The ones who doesn't believe in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;maybe, has yet to meet the one they love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To relinquish the pain buried deep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because, for every setbacks in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;brings out a strong person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But buckle at a new found love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because, that is wat love is supposed to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Someday.. u will understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"winks"&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 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/19132027-8151014783304655012?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8151014783304655012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=8151014783304655012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8151014783304655012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8151014783304655012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-we-talked-about-love-everybody-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-449106664321844863</id><published>2007-10-21T23:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:04:08.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MV63_Vmf-74"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MV63_Vmf-74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I need is you, Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt thirsty today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I wanna you to quench my thirst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The spirit is willing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THe flesh is weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I couldn't move on with life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel stagnant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got family, friends, work, studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But something is missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really miss you today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;James 4: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your desires that battle within you? YOu want something but don't get it. You kill and covet, but you cannot have what you wan. You quarrel and fight. You don not have ask, you do not recieve, because you ask with wrong motive, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once again, You spoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-449106664321844863?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/449106664321844863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=449106664321844863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/449106664321844863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/449106664321844863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-god-all-i-need-is-you-lord-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5292681938809499597</id><published>2007-10-15T00:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T01:10:23.913+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It' all about balance right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Apparently, not all people can do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I alittle scare of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And my materialistic ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I worked towards it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seriously, do people think they can analyse my character?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I give them credit for getting some correct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But to know me inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't think it's impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think we human put a layer of protective shield around ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't think I am only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because, u think u know me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Think Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am 99.9% true to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the 0.1%, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I would to keep it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(In my pocket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't like trees....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(inside joke)&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/19132027-5292681938809499597?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5292681938809499597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5292681938809499597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5292681938809499597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5292681938809499597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-all-about-balance-right-apparently.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4830611493436949781</id><published>2007-10-09T23:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:08:39.358+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My hamster died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My hamster died today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She stood over and watched her ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;till I took her away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bagged it up and threw away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My hamster died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My hamster died today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I thought I saw Jack, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I fleed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&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/19132027-4830611493436949781?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4830611493436949781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4830611493436949781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4830611493436949781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4830611493436949781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-hamster-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-3383387662269021237</id><published>2007-10-08T00:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:30:47.268+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Familar faces threaded on unfamilar grounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Which relived my happy memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And after which bringing down into shattered pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The line drawn due to time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But with no regrets that come decision made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&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/19132027-3383387662269021237?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3383387662269021237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=3383387662269021237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3383387662269021237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3383387662269021237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/familar-faces-threaded-on-unfamilar.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-8175560106353379176</id><published>2007-10-03T00:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:13:08.923+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You either take the step forward, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Or turn around and walk away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I could quit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But here's the thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I love the playing field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-8175560106353379176?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8175560106353379176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=8175560106353379176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8175560106353379176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/8175560106353379176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-either-take-step-forward-or-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-659570451631176181</id><published>2007-10-01T01:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:07:45.084+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The sensitivity and insecurities has made a foray inside her today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The more she strived, the more she started doubting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&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/19132027-659570451631176181?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/659570451631176181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=659570451631176181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/659570451631176181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/659570451631176181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/sensitivity-and-insecurities-has-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4957755813434975212</id><published>2007-09-10T01:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:54:56.152+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As for my love life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Those who have known me, would have known by now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But these days, I just don't feel like answering. The things you say might always give people a false impression. Not that I bother much about it, but they are coming from the people whom are my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am affected because I know my guy is good. Only when I am upset, I choose to tell you the situation. When he is good, I choose not to say, because I feel weird about telling. Part of me is Asian, and traditional and old-fashioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am demanding, because, there are expectations. Expectations of him doing out of the norm, just for me. And when he doesn't, I feel angry. So this is me and how I measure my worth. Because, he is not the verbal kind of guy. And I don't get my guys to tell me how much I mean to them. Because, somehow, I date guys who are non-expressive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, it happens that people (my friends) deemed my relationship doomed. And it fucking hurts. Because, I have believed in myself. And I thought, they were there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sometimes, I need to take a step back to think on what I must do for him not to take me for granted, as all humans are borne with such naturale. When I realise, I took his initiative for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But, to this very day, he makes me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And send me to church, though he doesn't believe in HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I give him credit for the times, where he planned his activities during my church services, just to wait for me, and pick me up afterwards. I feel great pride. I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Btw, yes, I am into him and I believed he feels the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SO, no worries for you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4957755813434975212?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4957755813434975212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4957755813434975212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4957755813434975212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4957755813434975212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-for-my-love-life-those-who-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-3006221402800187528</id><published>2007-09-08T20:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T06:19:18.255+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wohooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am sure I am missed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes, I haven't been reading everybody's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My life is u have to ask me ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For today, I am making it transparent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HOw time flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It came to a certain extent, I did not want to talk about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I didn't want to speak about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And people ask, I told one versions after another, just to brush them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not that I told lies, just different varieties of truths. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The only person whom I have aliasing with was Sharon and I told some to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THanks Sharon for being there. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes, Chris, I remember you were there too, thanks. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But, somewhat I felt I have changed. I am not too sure is for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The feeling whereby, I dun care how pple sees me, I tell myself I am pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The fact that I am. (wahaha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am wun be put down by anybody, because, I know that I am can achieve if I want too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but for me, it takes a longer period than pple. I need affirmation on my back, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ade pats on Ade' back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maybe, I am not so good at academic but I love working. I feel that I am in power. Earning power, Spending power, investing power. I go through interviews with breeze, as I make impromptu answers that became a template for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Like I say, I making my thoughts and life transparent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I feel that I am no longer the useless person where I can't do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And I feel I can do it. And I love the challenges of work, but not really academically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I used to feel upset, when I lost my friendship with Jiamiao, though she hurt me and things like that. The way, she always write about some friends are here, although losing some. The way, she write about herself so victimised. I used to be angry and feel like telling the whole world, it wasn't like that. But, like Ronnie say, it would have stoop to her level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HOwever, i put myself in her perspective and I wouldn't think I would be happy, but I could and have done better. Then I told God, I decided to forigive her. So, now, no matter how she pens to her advantage, it doesn't affects me at all... And i do feel happier with no grudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I am glad she found her happiness. The way, I was happy for Alex when he was someone he likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I would be happy for Jack , if he married the one he loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But for JAck, I am not done totally healing my hurt yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BUt I making a mental list of whom hurt me before. The funny thing, they dun matter anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Because, I am doing well and living a life which not bad ah. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Part two on next entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&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/19132027-3006221402800187528?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3006221402800187528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=3006221402800187528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3006221402800187528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3006221402800187528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/wohooo.html' title='wohooo'/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-4870000222988439187</id><published>2007-08-13T19:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:32:49.138+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A day with Sharon makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have abandoned God for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hope He haven't given up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Life has to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It just has to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-4870000222988439187?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4870000222988439187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=4870000222988439187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4870000222988439187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/4870000222988439187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-with-sharon-makes-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-3982278282879807096</id><published>2007-08-09T17:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:18:47.784+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to Timbre last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, I don't really enjoy myself , as much as that time at Wala Wala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Timbre is outdoor perfomances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And have two bands rotating one set after the another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at the website, it looks very bright and somewhat class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it did look alittle indoors to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I wasn't prepared, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sat in the middle section , which is the lowest seated area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meaning that the two sections were on concrete platforms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lightings weren't as bright as the one we saw the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/zorro-gal/timbre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was pretty dim but bright enough for us, because, we sat near the bar top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where it was lited brightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Blues and E.I.C were up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Blues, as the name suggested they sung the blues, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the upbeated version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I didn't know how to enjoy this kind of genre of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sound system and platform stage were defintely much better then Wala's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, maybe, it was outdoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The music wasn't kept in the room. I couldn't submerged myself into the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't feel the spontaneous effect from the crowd as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prices for happy hours for the drinks were worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are daily promtions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wed, were 45 bucks for bucket of 5 of Heineken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 dollar nett for fruit champagne. (Haven't include GST mah.. den how to nett)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music? I prefer E.I.C at  Wala Wala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's individual preferences. I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/19132027-3982278282879807096?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3982278282879807096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=3982278282879807096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3982278282879807096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/3982278282879807096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-went-to-timbre-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-5984955884608025327</id><published>2007-08-04T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T02:03:21.179+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pretty much left stranded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my bf, telling me that he picked me up at probably 7pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, it's 8pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fri was a good day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it started with my colleagues celebrating my leaving with call-and ordered KFC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We humans have many reasons to celebrate, don't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I was on my way to meet Sharon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This guy, started a conversation with me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE: " You worked in Biopolis?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Cut short)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE: Are you a researcher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ade laughed: " no"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE: " Are you an admin?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ade :" Yar!" ( pretty impressed)( But he abit stereotype right???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Whatever)&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;I managed to find out where his working too. &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;It was to Wala Wala after TCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E.I.C rocks, i agree with SHaron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just mesmerized by their voices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially, the closing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, SHaron, i doing my the video version,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="325" width="369"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f0hvOdYVTG0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f0hvOdYVTG0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19132027-5984955884608025327?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5984955884608025327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=5984955884608025327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5984955884608025327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/5984955884608025327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-pretty-much-left-stranded.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-2989319191528553238</id><published>2007-08-01T20:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:57:46.891+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Misery spelt the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not him though, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With someone closer in blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My heart ache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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/19132027-2989319191528553238?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2989319191528553238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=2989319191528553238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2989319191528553238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2989319191528553238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/misery-spelts-word-not-him-though-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-2188829903892384071</id><published>2007-07-22T21:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:53:14.224+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I lived my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;weighing my words when I am with people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;constantly on alert, antennane quivering to pick up moods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe, it got me fustrated, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;that I feel that I speaking words with venom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Not to spike,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but in words of anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am getting afraid of myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and what I might become,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The transition fades away and changed into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;something scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The truth were they never were truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;said without blinking of the eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I need to protect myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&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/19132027-2188829903892384071?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2188829903892384071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=2188829903892384071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2188829903892384071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/2188829903892384071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-lived-my-life-weighing-my-words-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19132027.post-6210480341879722219</id><published>2007-07-10T23:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:59:47.186+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This whole issue have blown out of proportion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am just not too sure anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not dwelling into the matter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just wanna get it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe sometimes, not knowing is the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When we talk about honesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To be honest, Are all of us being honest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sighhhhh..............&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/19132027-6210480341879722219?l=ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6210480341879722219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19132027&amp;postID=6210480341879722219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6210480341879722219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19132027/posts/default/6210480341879722219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ade-thereasonbeingyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-whole-issue-have-blown-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Adelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14796413059928812250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
