<?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-28750681</id><updated>2012-01-03T05:12:37.770+04:00</updated><title type='text'>bAbYtUrQuOiSe</title><subtitle type='html'>Life adventures of a doctor-in-making...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-1882012312297862792</id><published>2010-12-26T23:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:36:04.375+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We talked, we laughed...we joked around. It feels nice to be carefree and easy..even the day passes by beautifully. After a row, we talked it out. You would want me to be pro-active...think ahead...looking back for clues, investigating as would a detective.. looking to the source of it and coming up with a solution. I shall not stay down n defeated. I want to improve and continue to improve. &lt;br /&gt;Though I'm weak and weary, I know Your rod and staff, they comfort me. Give me the strength and the courage...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-1882012312297862792?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1882012312297862792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1882012312297862792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1882012312297862792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1882012312297862792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-talked-we-laughed.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-7677809279165580206</id><published>2010-12-25T16:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:13:51.664+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the season of giving... &lt;br /&gt;It's the season of love... &lt;br /&gt;It's the time to be merry...&lt;br /&gt;Full of joy and love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for this season is to spend if with you..to have the joys multiplied and the sorrows divided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas darling.....&lt;br /&gt;and a Happy New Year up ahead...&lt;br /&gt;Hurgzzz.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3611065353520527345</id><published>2010-12-20T16:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:03:01.887+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas event just came and left. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there..&lt;br /&gt;It was more than I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;For an evening of uninhibited restrictions..&lt;br /&gt;For all the effort put in...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling...&lt;br /&gt;I love you lots.....&lt;br /&gt;As for the promise you asked....&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3006280015573258810</id><published>2010-12-11T09:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T09:04:56.482+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I drove up and parked right up front. Whatever doubt of whether I could or not was thrown right out. I decide that myself. Not based on someone else. Walked in and saw you sitting there. I greeted you. Even though I got that cold front, its okay. I will not be affected by it. Walked on in and greeted the rest. I don't want to just wait for you to support me all the time in building on friendship. It is an effort I need to make on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I braved it and showed myself that I can... and I know I have your silent support, even if you don't show it up front. We moved locations. You sat by me. Internally I was glad. Conversations went on and then the guy randomly joined out table. Somehow, my first instinct was to want to show that I am yours. I didn't feel comfortable with him sitting there... and I saw that you didn't like it either. I heard him asking for a stick... and I know you heard it too. I knew he wasn't going to get one. Even though I did feel pity that we responded in that manner, I was glad he left. I want to be around as I progress in making myself a better person. I know you will not hold back in sharing your mind. I am learning to share mine too. I know you say if we can work on it on our own then why do we need to be together. Yes we work on our individual spheres, but there are areas which we do overlap each other... and as we improve ourselves, we too improve our relationship. Together and individually, I know we can. I will not leave things to God just like that and expect everything to fall into place without doing something. Not that I am not let God take control, but I know that He will give me the wisdom and the strength to carry out His will through me. Thanks for pointing that out to me. And I constantly thank God for you in my life. &lt;br /&gt;~ Thank you Hansen ~&lt;br /&gt;*hurgzzz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3006280015573258810?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3006280015573258810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3006280015573258810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3006280015573258810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3006280015573258810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-drove-up-and-parked-right-up-front.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-4618910081585737577</id><published>2010-12-11T08:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:14:30.709+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pondering back on my past life…&lt;br /&gt;How ignorant was I… sheltered and covered and protected.&lt;br /&gt;Never have I felt the pains of life, the hardship and the risk-takings…&lt;br /&gt;That I took the things closest and dearest to me some-what for-granted…&lt;br /&gt;I thought that Life would just roll along, smooth-sailing and risk-free…&lt;br /&gt;Thought I had made the most of what I could be, that I didn’t take anything for-granted.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how naïve and immature was my mind then!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then Life shook me by the neck…&lt;br /&gt;Waking me up from the blanket of ignorance and naivity…&lt;br /&gt;He showed how much more to life there is to live…&lt;br /&gt;That where I am is only but a fraction of what I am…&lt;br /&gt;He taught me what it meant to love…&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to live life…&lt;br /&gt;What it is like to have risks and options laid out before your eyes…&lt;br /&gt;He showed me how to stand by principles, not letting it go even in the face of adversity…&lt;br /&gt;To stand tall and proud…&lt;br /&gt;He also showed me what it is like to be disappointed…&lt;br /&gt;What it is like to be hurt beyond despair…&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to get desperate for something you’re passionate about…&lt;br /&gt;He showed me the importance of trusting…&lt;br /&gt;The value in actions, not only words…&lt;br /&gt;But at that moment, I failed to see it clearly…&lt;br /&gt;Failed to take note of the valuable lessons…&lt;br /&gt;Failed to appreciate to the fullest extent what he has done…&lt;br /&gt;I took for-granted time and seasons…&lt;br /&gt;Even though I thought I had not.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like nothing got through.&lt;br /&gt;Words repeated over and over again seemed like falling on deaf ears…&lt;br /&gt;Lost beyond cause was this person, oblivious and delirious.&lt;br /&gt;Hope gradually turned to Despair…&lt;br /&gt;Despair closed the doors…&lt;br /&gt;Walls were built, layer upon layer…&lt;br /&gt;Higher and higher they grew…&lt;br /&gt;But in the midst of all that,&lt;br /&gt;A seed was planted… watered with time and deep-thinking…&lt;br /&gt;Lots of patience and shakings…&lt;br /&gt;Through the many tears and restless thoughts…&lt;br /&gt;I started to see the bigger scene…&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how disappointed was I in myself…&lt;br /&gt;To see that I have not done anything at all…&lt;br /&gt;That the past year, despite all that was given to me,&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more effort to pump in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done in the past years?&lt;br /&gt;What have I achieved in myself?&lt;br /&gt;Would I be able to go the distance in the continuity of the journey of life?&lt;br /&gt;Have I prepared myself for the coming phases of that journey?&lt;br /&gt;Can I actually stand up for what I believe in and live by it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past, dark and bleak…&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes countless and unnumbered…&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone laid out and the consequences it brought…&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed by how I have wasted my years away…&lt;br /&gt;I sunk into the quicksand of hopelessness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;But to stay down from the despair would just allow defeat to take victory.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have known better, seen better, thought better,&lt;br /&gt;I stand back on my feet with renewed vigour.&lt;br /&gt;I will not repeat the same mistakes again.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to not learn something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I trust you still?&lt;br /&gt;I have never lost trust in you, even when it seems like all hope is gone.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me many occasions that would make another start to doubt…&lt;br /&gt;But still, in all that, I have never let go of that trust.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it did start to falter a little.&lt;br /&gt;But I got a hold of it and made a choice to still continue trusting.&lt;br /&gt;I will weather the storm for it…&lt;br /&gt;Withstand the gales…&lt;br /&gt;Because you are worth every moment of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-4618910081585737577?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4618910081585737577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=4618910081585737577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4618910081585737577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4618910081585737577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/12/pondering-back-on-my-past-life-how.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-8016973104642756019</id><published>2010-12-09T08:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T08:25:45.263+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came by to pass some things...&lt;br /&gt;Silence is still the same greeting call,&lt;br /&gt;Yet i brave it all.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose done, the aim achieved...&lt;br /&gt;It still didnt feel like time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;So I did what I needed to do...&lt;br /&gt;Picked up my book and studied...&lt;br /&gt;And fell asleep in the process. =S&lt;br /&gt;Had a fleeting dream of you that woke me up in palpitations...&lt;br /&gt;When you turned around and rolled over...&lt;br /&gt;Reached out to share a brief kiss...&lt;br /&gt;Then you had to leave for work...&lt;br /&gt;And I drove back.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I didn't see something common today.&lt;br /&gt;So I want to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;That I'm SO proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making the effort...&lt;br /&gt;and that I love you too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-8016973104642756019?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8016973104642756019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=8016973104642756019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8016973104642756019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8016973104642756019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/12/came-by-to-pass-some-things.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-1998548370091776686</id><published>2010-12-08T19:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T19:03:38.364+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had the privilege to sit in on a conversation...&lt;br /&gt;No pressure to participate in it...&lt;br /&gt;Just being a third eye, watching in...&lt;br /&gt;Or in this case, listening on...&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting there, I thought:&lt;br /&gt;- What am I worth out there?&lt;br /&gt;- Who do I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;- Who do I see myself as right now?&lt;br /&gt;- What am I doing with my life?&lt;br /&gt;- Where am I going?&lt;br /&gt;- Am I indispensable?&lt;br /&gt;- Can I be better than where I am right now?&lt;br /&gt;- What else have I missed out or do I need to do?&lt;br /&gt;- Am I happy about all the above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I felt agitated... that I was sitting there just listening in as the second-hand ticked away. I'm wasting precious moments in my life...there are things that still need to be done...so much more to life that what it is right now. With renewed vigor and a changed mentality, i bid farewell to the company. As streaks of tears flowed, I told myself to switch autopilot to manual. I need to do something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-1998548370091776686?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1998548370091776686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1998548370091776686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1998548370091776686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1998548370091776686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/12/had-privilege-to-sit-in-on-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-4737200064858819913</id><published>2010-12-06T08:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:25:43.304+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the essence or conviction of things not seen. It is the tangible thing that makes what we still do not visibly see/touch/hear/sense with our human perceptions. It is what motivates and drives a person to keep going. &lt;br /&gt;I have faith that out of our lives, great things will come to past. I believe it though I cant see it yet, but I know it will come to past. Do not let others look down on you because you are young; but be an example in life to all those who surround you, that they may see the difference in you, not because of what you have been through... but because of the One who lives within you. In Him all things are made perfect. Through Him, all things come together, the Big masterplan.&lt;br /&gt;Will you submit every aspect of your life to Him... let Him take over and take control cos He knows the future? Or will you still hold on tightly to the reins and charge blindly ahead, not even knowing where the next bend would come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-4737200064858819913?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4737200064858819913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=4737200064858819913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4737200064858819913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4737200064858819913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/12/faith-is-substance-of-things-hoped-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-1684234181721698572</id><published>2010-12-05T16:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T16:56:06.223+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many times you've mentioned to me about what it is that you're displeased with...&lt;br /&gt;I know it is already too late to change the past...&lt;br /&gt;But the future is still pliable.&lt;br /&gt;Change isn't going to be instantaneous...&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the perfect other half...&lt;br /&gt;The one that can be relied on when the going gets tough...&lt;br /&gt;The one you can pass the drivers seat to when things seems a little overwhelming...&lt;br /&gt;The one that stands by you through thick and thin, sickness and health, joys and sorrows...&lt;br /&gt;Right at this point in time, I see that there is a lot that I lack...&lt;br /&gt;To better myself would require a lot of work and effort...&lt;br /&gt;A strong and unbending stand...&lt;br /&gt;That others can put their trust in me...&lt;br /&gt;To grow up and be a true adult...&lt;br /&gt;To rely fully on Him in every aspect of my life...&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that He will bring to past that which He has planned for my life.&lt;br /&gt;Life cannot just go on as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;For it to improve somethings have to change...&lt;br /&gt;and that change starts with ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-1684234181721698572?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1684234181721698572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1684234181721698572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1684234181721698572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1684234181721698572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/12/many-times-youve-mentioned-to-me-about.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-5711027369378312516</id><published>2010-12-05T01:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:21:06.254+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have strong principles..and you stick by them..dats what I admire of you. To stand one's ground does take more than just courage. It takes every bit of one's being into adhering to what you uphold. What about giving up something greater for something upfront that didn't meet your satisfaction? Is the goal the acceptance of human or the pleasure of Him who made us for Himself? It is hard to endure rejection.. but standing it out is far more rewarding in the long run.. is it visible to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-5711027369378312516?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5711027369378312516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=5711027369378312516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5711027369378312516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5711027369378312516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-have-strong-principles.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-8600317246925950057</id><published>2010-12-01T18:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:25:42.199+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OUCH...Ouch...Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;Still, it hurts...I'm a human too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-8600317246925950057?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8600317246925950057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=8600317246925950057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8600317246925950057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8600317246925950057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/12/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-7110342198026120727</id><published>2010-12-01T17:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:05:00.709+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Planned to take Kyle home today... was waiting for the moment when no one realizes it...that I could steal him away... saved lest for the moment it was mentioned. The words... hard and cold. It stings when its put that way... maybe I do need to hear it in such a manner. But to say that I don't feel dat way... it hurts. Dats all that there is to it... it does hurt. But because it hurts I know that it's there... and so it drives me to persevere... to hold on in there... and each day I pray for strength to withstand another day.&lt;br /&gt;Was in the Yellow zone on my first morning shift... and I saw a housing brochure of a near-by developing area lying on the cart. It had the layout of the different housing styles... the compounds... the side-dishes that came with it... and amongst them, the prices for each one of them. In that split second, my mind went into imagination of what it would be like... our own house... a little cosy one we would call home. Raise kids...make meals...have friends over...lil get-aways... Ever since it was mentioned from that few weeks past, it has been on the back benches of the spaces between my ears. Right then, gears started clicking how we would work it out... starting for right now... we can always aim high and set achievable goals, right? We could slowly make it work. I'm sure we can, right? &lt;br /&gt;Are you in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-7110342198026120727?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7110342198026120727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=7110342198026120727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7110342198026120727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7110342198026120727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/12/planned-to-take-kyle-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-5702010276075077675</id><published>2010-11-28T15:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:22:09.303+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There you go making my heart beat again...&lt;br /&gt;There you go making me feel like a kid again...&lt;br /&gt;There you go pulling me right back in...&lt;br /&gt;You and me, baby, we're stuck like glue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-5702010276075077675?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5702010276075077675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=5702010276075077675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5702010276075077675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5702010276075077675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-you-go-making-my-heart-beat-again.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-1672536983826060914</id><published>2010-11-27T17:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:34:21.374+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Running through the sea of faces, i looked high and low. Scared. Nothing seemed familiar. Despair. I searched all the usual places, only failing to see the familiar outline i always knew. Trepidation. Not wanting to be seen, in stealth I disguised my path. Yet it felt like i stood out like a thorn... an eyesore. Safety was the last thing on my mind. Then I thought again. Sigh. Not wanting to cause more hurt than I already had, especially if I was seen, I retreated my steps to the little vehicle that I came in. Regret. With deep sorrow, I drove off. I was sure I wasn't spotted. But I was disappointed I didnt have enough guts to finish my mission. What would befall me if I got caught? But I didnt want to generate more pain...I have caused enough of it to last a lifetime. Would I ever get to redeem myself?&lt;br /&gt;Tiredness has caught up with me. I am not myself anymore. Dozing off on conversations that mean more than the world to me?? How did it come to that? To have a heart for others and in the process loose my own heart? How can that be? Slaving away day and night, to gain an art but in that process, loose all that I care about...? I detest myself... I detest what I have become... Would I change it given the power to turn back time? &lt;br /&gt;You wish you hadnt met me, known me...? Words are powerful...a double edged sword. They contain authority. Once sent forth, doesnt return void. I wouldnt hurt you with my words...no matter how much edge it has...cos you mean much more to me than that. But do you see yourself that way? &lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms are overhead...pouring like the days of Noah. *sigh* Maybe I'll just let it rain first...Nothing I do seems to be going right...What is it that you see in me that I cant seem to see in myself?=S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-1672536983826060914?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1672536983826060914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1672536983826060914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1672536983826060914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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skip a beat..&lt;br /&gt;As my mind wonders how his face radiates..&lt;br /&gt;It's been a little too long since I last saw it..&lt;br /&gt;I trace the air as I mark out the curve dat makes up his smile..&lt;br /&gt;And imagine breathing in a waft of his scent..&lt;br /&gt;How intoxicating, I can barely breathe..&lt;br /&gt;As I lift my hands to touch the skin so filled with warmth..&lt;br /&gt;Stretch the palms apart and note the empty spaces between..&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful it would be...having those long slender fingers between them...&lt;br /&gt;As I clasp it close into a fist and hold it close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Owh you that brings joy to my soul..&lt;br /&gt;The very thought of you sends a tingle up my back...&lt;br /&gt;Imagining how you hug me tight..&lt;br /&gt;The promise of never letting go..&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much..so so much..&lt;br /&gt;You cloud my mind..&lt;br /&gt;fill my heart..&lt;br /&gt;saturate my soul..&lt;br /&gt;How do I tell you how much I feel for you?&lt;br /&gt;how do I show how much you mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and observe my world in the dark..&lt;br /&gt;Hey thre,lil ray of light..shining bright..&lt;br /&gt;Can I have a moment with you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;*7th October 2010&lt;br /&gt;9:37pm, QCB 3714*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-546061514156993005?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/546061514156993005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=546061514156993005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/546061514156993005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/546061514156993005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/10/sitting-here-in-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3180868840074281282</id><published>2010-08-29T14:59:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:59:53.406+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Sitting in silence as the world passes me by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Hear the winds rustle among the trees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;An old man clings to his papers, snug under his arm, a little tighter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Clouds of grey start to hover over the horizon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Little wisps of cool breeze dissipates the heat of the roaring sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Soon, little teardrops from heaven start to fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Slowly building up its intensity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Across the street, children playing in care-free wonder start dismissing themselves home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;A teenage boy utters a swear-word, cursing the on-coming weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;A mother clutches her child closer, opening an umbrella in anticipation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;A father hurriedly gets into his car, speeding off into the traffic of the evening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;A grandfather picks up his speed on the bicycle, trying to make it home before its too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Out on the balcony, drying clothes are quickly gathered into the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;A young lady's face lights up in delight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;As her lover frowns in the prospect of getting wet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Some of the village children start their rally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Gathering more company for a swim in the big drains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;In the fields, the football match fights on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Rain or shine, determination for victory untainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Gradually, the gentle drizzle turns into a heavy downpour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Pedestrians scuttle into the shades taking cover...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Owh, the magnificiency of the human character...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;One action. many reactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;What would your choice be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3180868840074281282?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3180868840074281282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3180868840074281282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3180868840074281282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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everything is possible.. that the world is on the end of a string, tied around my finger. There was so much that I could do with life itself and living was in life itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there are also days when it feels like I got hit by a bus, rolled under a bulldozer, drowned in the big blue ocean...spiraled down under to emerge on the other side of the globe. There would be no where else that I would rather be... than curled up in bed nursing my shattered soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two extremes of the same spectrum... both in your control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-5914121044051342449?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5914121044051342449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=5914121044051342449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5914121044051342449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5914121044051342449'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Sittin' here, on this lonely dock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Watch the rain play on the ocean top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;All the things I feel I need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;I can't explain in any other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;I need to bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Need to jump in the cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Need to grow older with a girl like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Finally see you were naturally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;The one to make it so easy when you show me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Yeah, yeah I'd rather be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Say you want the same thing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Now here's the sun, come to dry the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Warm my shoulders and relieve my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;You're the one thing that I'm missing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;With you beside me I no longer fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;I need to bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Need to jump in the cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Need to grow older with a girl like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Finally see you were naturally the one to make it so easy when you show me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Yeah, yeah I'd rather be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Say you want the same thing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;I could have saved so much time for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Had I seen the way to get to where I am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;You waited on me for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;So now, listen to me say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;I need to bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Need to jump in the cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Need to grow older with a girl like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Finally see you were naturally the one to make it so easy when you show me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Yeah, yeah I'd rather be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Say you want the same thing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Say you feel the way I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;5!y7 p_|v3y ! u3ym noh =|0 7o7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3837491273947488084?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-5494781768342968509</id><published>2010-07-22T19:23:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:36:20.218+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;thanks for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;for the spontaneity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;for the unexpected fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;for doing what you do best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;bringing out the best in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;showing me a lil bit more of life in life itself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;making days count...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;seem better and brighter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-5494781768342968509?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2969535097428334665</id><published>2010-07-16T17:04:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:31:37.359+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Interlinks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;one atop another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;the never ending sign on sides...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;So far yet on wisps of clouds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Who knew what something once upon a time could do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;What goes around comes around people said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;so what went around then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;To have it grilled out on flames...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;scrutinized without seasoning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;yet to array the salt and pepper would mean disregard to the chef...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;ending in tastelessness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Would it be better to just leave it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Bite the bullet or stand in the firing range?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Bilosucroseness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;can it be digested away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;i guess its part and parcel of the unbeaten track...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Sunshine through the rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Glimmery shining rays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;warm and comforting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Hope of a new dawn... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;alightin lighter spirits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;To soar again on wings of eagles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Taking flight in majesty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;When that moment arives...&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/28750681-2969535097428334665?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2969535097428334665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2969535097428334665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2969535097428334665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2969535097428334665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/07/interlinks.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-8274885932648679407</id><published>2010-04-11T17:35:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:38:21.234+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;There comes a day when one feels extremely thankful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;The day that makes one ponder in wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;The very day that the world seems to swirl in crayon color...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;That one day that makes every other day worth the while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;That day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;When it comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Don't ever let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-8274885932648679407?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8274885932648679407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=8274885932648679407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8274885932648679407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8274885932648679407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-comes-day-when-one-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-8833144959624140764</id><published>2010-04-05T18:17:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:30:36.150+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;There are many days when one is bought down to the very core of pondering....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Thinking about a million and one things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;High and low, Vast and wide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Yet what can transcend the beauty of being brought back to the reminder of how great Thou art...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Time and time again, we take matters into our own hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Expecting things with a targetable achievement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;But how far can one really see with one's eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Relying on Him to make things happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Looking to Him for strength...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Those were once my virtues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Now I look them scarce in the eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Where have I detoured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;How did I leave that untrodden track?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;More than anything else, I want what You want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;To do what You want me to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Deep down inside, I know its welling within...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Yet, human nature seems to be taking over that which was supposed to be surrendered to You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Show me how...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Teach me, guide me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;For I know not which path is best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Search me... Try me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Know my thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Let me be of use to You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Your Instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-8833144959624140764?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8833144959624140764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=8833144959624140764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8833144959624140764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8833144959624140764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-are-many-days-when-one-is-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-1307725843684182491</id><published>2010-04-03T17:43:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:46:04.568+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;To be able to hold u close...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;To close my eyes and feel u near...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;To be near you and just get lost in your arms....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;*exhales...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-1307725843684182491?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1307725843684182491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1307725843684182491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1307725843684182491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1307725843684182491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-be-able-to-hold-u-close.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-6638924454459260870</id><published>2010-03-21T18:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:52:05.801+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ADDICTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-6638924454459260870?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6638924454459260870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=6638924454459260870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6638924454459260870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6638924454459260870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/03/totally-addicted-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-7636081276654168943</id><published>2010-03-16T14:42:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:44:45.772+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Curiosity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Curiosity killed the cat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Curiosity burned the hand...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Curiosity scalded the finger...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Thus, making a rational deduction, Curiosity was never meant to end up with smth good. Curiosity was to end with a grave reminder that whatever it was that aroused that particular feeling was not smth that one wud wanna have. Well, out of THIS particular Curiosity came smth dat was fairly borderline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Addiction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Addiction to alcohol...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Addiction to smoking...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Addiction to drugs...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Addiction seems to not be in the list of smth good. Maybe it was never meant to be good… one cant have TOO MUCH of smth… nor TOO LITTLE… but an addiction is to be dependent on smth… to be controlled by it… not able to live without it…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;But then, how come from the midst of smth that was meant to be bad… come smth so beautiful… irreplaceable… something worth more than the value of the whole world put together… how did THAT come about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Never have I understood how things happened the way it did. Never in a zillion years would I have ever imagined ANYTHING close to this very moment in time… yet NEVER would I want to trade it for ANYTHING in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Ubiquisity… that’s what you have been to me…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;In everything I do…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;In everything I see…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;In everything I touch and smell…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Whatever it started off as…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Whatever it was meant to be…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Whatever it was supposed to turn out…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Whatever it is… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I’m thankful for it…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;For every moment to see that smile…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;For every second to hear that voice…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;For every occasion to discern that tender loving care…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;For every chance to find something to improve on…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Something to work on…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Something to laugh about…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Something to remember down the road…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Something that makes that silver lining behind the dark grey clouds of fear and doubt…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Something that makes things never the same as they were before…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Something that emulates forth a better me…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;A better you… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;A better us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o: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/28750681-7636081276654168943?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7636081276654168943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=7636081276654168943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7636081276654168943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7636081276654168943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/03/curiosity.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2705301834262499473</id><published>2010-02-12T18:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:46:29.489+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Of all days to pull a surprise, as if rushing against the falling sands of time... yet, all in perfect harmonic timing... what else can I say about it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;A big plastic wrapped flora and a rectangular contraption filled with 'HUGS' and 'KISSES'... enclosing within its cavity, a smaller contraption filled with more sentiments than anything else I can ever think of..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;*thank you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Didn't ask for anything... didn't want anything more than the mere presence... nothing more than a nice warm hug and a long cuddle with a midnight stroll along the beach... never imagined that the products of the braincells in my head would be surpassed by another... one that goes to far greater and higher heights that mine would... its great, cos that will push me to go even further... even higher... even greater than ever before... treading on areas never ventured before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;A thousand words cannot express...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Cannot comprehend... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Fail beyond all measures to quantify...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Every single little detailed bit of what I would like to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Of what dwells within...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;The very silent whisper of every single fibre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Collectively bringing together all efforts to articulate in a hundred and one ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;All in all, just to try and express the gratitude.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;the appreciation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;the feelings that well up inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;*h8v8 'noh 3^07 1* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-2705301834262499473?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2705301834262499473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2705301834262499473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2705301834262499473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Right from the very beginning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Of how it all began...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;What made you decide so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;What caught your attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;How did it make you feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;How did you react...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I love to hear it over and over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Can't seem to get bored of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Makes me think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Makes me wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Makes me ponder in deep thought...&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/28750681-269676332111457311?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2258636892922311008</id><published>2010-01-29T15:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:20:45.978+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every second seems like an eternity when you're not around...&lt;div&gt;Yet eternity seems to flash by in a split second when you are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make the snow fall in summer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and flowers bloom in winter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm with you everything else fades into the shadows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're not around nothing seems to fit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt this way before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The way the thought plays through your head...That when you lie down at night to sleep flashbacks from the very first day start to replay like a movie... and you drift off into a dream so surreal you wish you didn't have to wake up... but when you do, you find that it could come true... that nothing is impossible... that someday, just maybe it might come to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for everything you've ever done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the very least to the greatest of them all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I ever phantom the depth of it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To call myself blessed is an understatement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels SO MUCH more than that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can do for now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is to be just me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thank God every single day for this wonderful blessing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this opportunity to sow into another's life the same way that was sown into mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, these words would have to suffice....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-2258636892922311008?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2258636892922311008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2258636892922311008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2258636892922311008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2258636892922311008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2010/01/every-second-seems-like-eternity-when.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-5280830207853691851</id><published>2010-01-15T17:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:38:06.403+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Its been 2 mths.... 61 days... hasn't been all smooth-sailing and easy.. but we've made it so far... bit by bit... every moment a gift in itself.. every second invaluable... everyday a new beginning for opportunities to create something more beautiful than the day before... another day to appreciate the very essence of living... the very gift of life... one baby step at a time... cos it's not the final destination that matters... but the journey of which it was reached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;For every little step,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I thank God for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-5280830207853691851?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2147147818562753050</id><published>2010-01-14T14:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:41:28.139+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;What happened today was something so out of the blue. No one saw it coming, no one thought it through. But then its one of those things that ones have to go through... and to come out the other end stronger, more victorious than before. Its those things that you kinda blame technology for destroying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;for everything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;baby, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;For everything else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I'm sure we can find some time to talk it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Hurgzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-2147147818562753050?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2147147818562753050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2147147818562753050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2147147818562753050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One to learn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One to create...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together we venture into the unknown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows where we'll end up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that's just a small matter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's more important is the journey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I want for 2010 is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To strive for the very best from us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To make more memories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To live for the moment as it comes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To cherish every second we have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be self-less and more thoughtful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To love and let love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;to infinity and beyond!!!&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/28750681-1436660768639631970?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1436660768639631970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1436660768639631970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1436660768639631970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Its been such a great ride I so wanna stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;You make me happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;you drive me wild...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;You make me feel like a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I am myself when I'm around you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Forget the world when you look into my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;You make me see the silver lining behind every dark cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Even before the rain starts to pour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The courage to stand a lil taller...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Strength to fight a lil harder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Love to conquer any boulder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Hope to see through the rest of the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;the grass isnt only greener... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;it can change to ANY color you want it to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Endless possibilities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Nothing is impossible unless untried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;For all the things done and words said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;You have changed my world 180...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;turning it all around, not even leaving a stone untouched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;How did it ever get this far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I haven't the slightest idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;All I can say is that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;It is all part of the Master's plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;*31, Stutong Avenue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;10:32 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-1615131819630246125?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1615131819630246125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1615131819630246125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1615131819630246125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1615131819630246125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-at-lost-of-words-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-1956527040689744789</id><published>2009-12-16T13:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:53:36.311+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I've always said that its the company that makes ALL the difference. And I'v proven it YET again.... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Its been a Month, yesterday, since that Saturday night car-ride half way across the world and back... with a lil heart to heart talk... lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;The evening was spent having McD's for dinner... chill-out... and a movie to top it all up. Sounds too simple?? I couldn't ask for more. It was such an enjoyable evening. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;*thanks baby...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;As for the month that has passed.... well... all i can say is that I have been educated... with a broadened view on life... still learning new things everyday... and I guess I too, have taught a lil bit here and there. It never ceases to amaze me that all my pre-conceived ideas in the past is being changed bit by bit... all the things I thought were impossible... is being shown to me that it IS possible... that there ARE such exceptions... such situations.. such people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;The moments created are too priceless to tag a figure.... I won't want to trade it for anything. Still looking up to the One up above for the Master plan... wondering where this all fits in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;for now... I'll just be contented... and let Him take over. =)&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/28750681-1956527040689744789?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1956527040689744789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1956527040689744789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1956527040689744789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1956527040689744789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-always-said-that-its-company-that.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-5370540306001864483</id><published>2009-11-15T16:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:55:24.435+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial; font-size: small; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;CHASING CARS (IF I LAY HERE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;We'll do it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;On our own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;We don't need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Or anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I don't quite know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;How to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;How I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Those three words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Are said too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;They're not enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Before we get too old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Let's waste time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Chasing cars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Around our heads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I need your grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;To remind me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;To find my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Before we get too old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;All that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;All that I ever was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I don't know where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Confused about how as well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;*yea... I would...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-5370540306001864483?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5370540306001864483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=5370540306001864483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5370540306001864483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5370540306001864483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2009/11/chasing-cars-if-i-lay-here-well-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3865037876989541656</id><published>2009-11-12T07:19:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:35:00.764+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t know but I think I maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fallin’ for you, dropping so quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe I should keep this to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Waiting ’til I know you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am trying not to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m scared of what you’ll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I’m hiding what I’m feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I’m tired of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve been spending all my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now I found ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m fallin’ for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I’m standing here and you hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pull me towards you and we start to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All around us, I see nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here in silence, it’s just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m trying not to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m scared of what you’ll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I’m hiding what I’m feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I’m tired of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*could it be so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;maybe you already know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;maybe not...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3865037876989541656?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3865037876989541656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3865037876989541656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3865037876989541656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3865037876989541656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know-but-i-think-i-maybe-fallin.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-7259759499698492581</id><published>2009-11-05T01:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T02:07:31.004+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); "&gt;There's something in the air but she can't seem to put her finger on what. The pain on her foot still prevents her from taking up the speed she's used to...despite all the amount rubbing and grinding from her stubby digits. The night was taken up by a planned encounter with a friend of a friend.. who happens to be a really close friend. Now, how would you feel about calling it a day after a lazy day at work, an evening nap... dinner.. a cake bubbling in the oven... and a cup of hot mochaccino just before turning into bed? lol... I'd call it a day well spent in my dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Speaking about that lazy job of hers... who wouldn't want to trade places with me for where I am right now? Albeit the long delay at the end of the day in completion of  the whole period, I SO wouldn't wanna give up the place I am in right now for ANYTHING!! Talk about being in my comfort zone... I am almost SO well protected I couldn't build a better hedge around myself if i wanted to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Then there's the other side of the human population. How would one know if it is what it is meant to be or not? Is there a guideline or a manual that I can read to find out? I mean... its great he makes me laugh.. he makes me cringe in happy anger... So far its almost all I could ever ask for... as if my mind was an open book and ever part of it well read and memorized. But then, could it be too good to be true? He's the last thing at night and the first thing in the morning... and yet it has just been.. what... just over a week? How is it possible that one can do two totally different things to an almost similar situation? Would that make one a hypocrite? Or is it a choice of mother nature... written in the winds and the stars... and the sand and the seas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Life is made up of little choice. What you decide for yourself today would take effect even many many years into the future. It is not something one can ever erase... for it then, is carved into stone as the ticking minute passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;I want to live my life to its fullest. That much I know. &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/28750681-7259759499698492581?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7259759499698492581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=7259759499698492581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7259759499698492581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7259759499698492581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-something-in-air-but-she-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2512630936439458726</id><published>2009-03-09T21:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:29:36.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What I love about being back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The feel of the wheel beneath my fingers.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The slide of the leather after a corner... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The thrill of speed at my fingertips... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ohh... the feeling of driving again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It is just so exciting!! So free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-2512630936439458726?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2512630936439458726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2512630936439458726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2512630936439458726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2512630936439458726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-love-about-being-back-feel-of.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2830612951564064957</id><published>2009-02-07T20:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:20:40.428+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The past few days has been really taking its toll on me. My heart feels so heavy... I know why... but I can't do anything about it. It's way out of my powers. Maybe others also know about it... but then refuse to do anything about it. I guess that's the way it's going to be from now on. But why does it have to be so? My sleep has been cut short ever since February rolled in... and no more am I enjoying the comforts of life. Now that graduation has come and gone, there is a whole new road ahead of me. But at the moment, I don't really want to take it yet, for one reason or another. Yet it is inevitable. Life must go on... I want to move on... to be better... to achieve higher... to grow stronger... Yet right at this point in time, I can't seem to get a hold of myself. The one lifejacket that was buoying me afloat is making me sink and drown. Other lifejackets are too far out or reach... but i guess it was my fault too. My own mindsets. Owh gosh... if only I could go back in time... isn't that the wish of a lot of people? God knew better than to let men have that ability. I guess its just that we have to move on with the changing tides... the shore is never the same twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But.. owh... if only anyone could see the hurt and pain in here... I guess it doesn't have to be many. But I can't be so selfish can I? Who am I to demand that of others? I gotta get out of this... Lord, help me get out of this selfish rut!! I need help and I'm not ashamed to say it. I need YOUR help cos I can't do it on my own. Everything seems to be bleak and grey... I am in a total mess... I feel like crap and seem to be depressing everything around me instead of shining for You. I know there is much better things that these to come. You always have a way of making the greatest things out of rejects and failures. So here's a reject and a failure... may she be something great in Your hands... cos she knows she can't do anything on her own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Lift her spirits up and grant her the ability to smile from her heart... to shine for You!!! *AmeN*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-2830612951564064957?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2830612951564064957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2830612951564064957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2830612951564064957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2830612951564064957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-few-days-has-been-really-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-6065178314518005714</id><published>2009-01-12T20:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:59:08.671+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever had that feeling of foreboding... or one of deja-vu... where-by someone describes smth and you can identify immediately with that person cos you've been there before? I had that again... and so memories of old came flooding back... and here i am... left with myself to brood it over... the songs that lullaby me to sleep... the thought of what it was like when everything was going my way... but it also brought back reminders of how dumb i was to throw it all away... indecisiveness... lack of character... and so... now i'm left with basically just me, myself and I. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;onto better thoughts... Finished 2 'papers' out of 9 from my Final State Attestation Exams... "Gos" they call it here... short of "Gosudarstvenie" which is Russian for State. MCQs over... Therapy practical skills over... tomorrow is O&amp;amp;G practical skills... then Surgery practical skills on Thursday... then Tasks on Saturday.... then its d written papers de!! then... its OVER!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am stoked... can't wait for the family to get over here... to see where i have lived for the past 6 years... and where i spend m y time... how i live the harshest of winters.. hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;Then, i cant wait to go back and go on shoppin spree after shoppin spree with my best friend... and also help her prepare for her wedding which is in June... I'm so honored to be appointed 'Maid of Honor' for her big day... and I wanna just take a moment to congratulate her... wish her all the best in life... and all.. *shall not say everything... save some for the speech on that night... hehehehe lol...*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm happy for her... I'm excited too... and I can't wait for my turn to come... so many things that are yet to come... *giggles* life is FULL of surprises!!! heheheeh.... well, taking it one step at a time... and leaving everything to the Big Guy up there... He knows what's best... and I'm sure I'm getting nothing but the VERY BEST!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Now, for the next of the many baby steps to reaching the peak.... I gotta go study or smth. &lt;em&gt;Adios&lt;/em&gt;.....=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-6065178314518005714?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6065178314518005714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=6065178314518005714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6065178314518005714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6065178314518005714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever-had-that-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3998793259243292130</id><published>2008-12-06T15:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:45:00.083+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Deja vu in another body....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;All the things I see happen has happened before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;maybe the players are different... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But the gameplay is the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know the strategies behind it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I see the loopholes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But the final outcome is still uncertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So what am I saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nothing passes me by unnoticed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;As much as it doesn't mean much to anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yet because I know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That makes all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;No matter what I do to remove that knowledge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It is there, inputed into the memories of time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Would I want to remove it if it was an option?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sometimes I wished I never knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sometimes I wished I was not me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sometimes all I wanted is for it all to rewind again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But regret is a potent poison...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Not to be allowed to dwell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;For now, to take it one step at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Living in the 'Today' rather than 'Yesteryears'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nor in the 'Tomorrows' that are neverending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To hold my head up high, chest out, shoulders straight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And with all the love that can be mustered out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To try the very best to make the most of what there is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today is all there is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;There was a zillion things I should've done differently...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A million words I should've said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But it all is not important anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;There is two sides to every coin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The choise to be the head or the tail is in our hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Maybe then living life will make all the difference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think its safe to say "I know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cos nothing tells it more than what one calls.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXPERIENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3998793259243292130?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3998793259243292130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3998793259243292130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3998793259243292130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3998793259243292130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/12/deja-vu-in-another-body.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-8746520286088375467</id><published>2008-07-18T21:02:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:08:37.221+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Went for youth today... it was great to see all the lil ones all so spirited. There was once a time I was there too. Dunno if I wanna stay in that time again... young and carefree... or be where I am right now... well, life aint that carefree... but I guess I do enjoy the me now too... of all the things I have been though the past year itself is more than enough to fill a book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The grace to sustain through it all was just amazing.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-8746520286088375467?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8746520286088375467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=8746520286088375467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8746520286088375467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8746520286088375467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-for-youth-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3837539515008104000</id><published>2008-07-15T19:14:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:08:26.337+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growin Up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've been back for less than a week already... and my days have so far been pretty full. Its nice to have something to do.. or someone to talk to especially when all your friends are all away. Thank God Lis &amp;amp; Lin are here... Lis every year without fail has been accompanyin me especially on Mondays... "LaLa's day".. lol... and lately, Lin has been around to join us... and also with the honor of having Ray in company too. Once in a while, we wud haf d high pleasure of havin the presence of Gab... hmm.. the only missing link is gNet... and if favourable, Kian too! ahh... dat would be D-Day!! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But people grow up... things change... and all around, people are talking of settling down. Hmm...how does one choose? How does one know if it is THE right one? What are the signs? Sooner or later, its just inevitable. I've heard about people ready to tie the knot, yet just weeks before, call it off and thats it. Some are so close to even a few days before... and then months later, news is that the person found another which eventually became THE ONE... scary... to think that ANYTHING can happen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;On a lighter note... hmm... after all the movies we're been shown.. and the different ways of being proposed to... it does make one wonder (and in the process spoiling what could be a gud surprise) about the different ways that one can possibly be proposed with... lol... and the danger of it is that one's imagination is so great that when the real one happens.. it's probably short of what the imagination could do. LOL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;anyway, save it for another day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3837539515008104000?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3837539515008104000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3837539515008104000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3837539515008104000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3837539515008104000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/07/growin-up.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-234203857907816448</id><published>2008-07-10T17:21:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:28:25.290+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Are you a &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;nice guy &lt;/span&gt;who has always wondered why the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;cocky guy&lt;/span&gt; -- the one who barely appears interested in the girl -- is usually the one who gets the girl? Have you suffered from hearing the words, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"You're a really nice guy, but I only like you as a friend,"&lt;/span&gt; from a woman who you would do (or may, in fact, have already done) just about anything and everything for -- only to turn around and watch her date (or even chase) a guy who treats her like she's nothing special? And are you stumped wondering why she would date a guy who treats her like that when she could have you who would treat her like a princess and give her everything she wants? Well, you better brace yourself because I'm going to tell you a couple of secrets that you might not want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;First, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"nice"&lt;/span&gt; equates with boring and predictable. Look up "nice" in the dictionary and you find: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;pleasant; agreeable; satisfactory.&lt;/span&gt; In other words, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt; -- not exceptional, not exciting, and not sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'll bet you've never heard a woman say she didn't want to date a guy because he was too confident, too passionate, or too exciting -- have you? But, I'll bet you have heard women say things like, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"He's such a nice guy. He's so sweet and he's always there for me, but I only like him as a friend."&lt;/span&gt; Or, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"He's such a good guy -- kind, thoughtful, generous, honest, loyal -- but there's no chemistry. He just doesn't turn me on."&lt;/span&gt; Sadly, I hear it all the time. The fact is, Mr. Nice Guy, you cannot bore a woman into feeling attracted to you or into wanting to date you. And as obvious as that sounds, if you are one of those guys I described that is exactly what you are trying to do. And it won't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Please understand that I am not suggesting that you mistreat women or disrespect them in way. What I suggesting is that you value and respect yourself more. What I suggesting is that you value and respect yourself more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To illustrate what I mean:&lt;/span&gt; The answer to the question, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Why does the guy who doesn't appear to care as much about the girl get the girl?"&lt;/span&gt; is simple: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The nice guy cares too much, too soon. He has made the woman too important and too valuable and it shows in everything he says and does. He is too available, too eager to please, too accommodating, and he gives too much -- all without getting anything in return. By doing so, he has made himself appear desperate, insecure, needy of this woman's attention, affection, and approval -- and he has stripped himself of any value in her eyes. After all, if he's already doing and giving everything, without her doing or giving anything - why would she value him? She won't. She is not going to value him any more than he values himself. What she is going to do is look for someone else, someone who she perceives as being more worthy, more confident, and more valuable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It works like this:&lt;/span&gt; Once you need something, or you want it too badly, you forfeit your strength and lose all power of negotiation. Once you need something, or you want it too badly, you forfeit your strength and lose all power of negotiation. You are in a position of weakness and you are perceived as weak. Someone (or something) else is in control of you, the situation, and it's outcome. Men in this situation appear to be anything but confident, strong, and exciting. More, they are perceived as being unworthy and as lacking value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Things that are easily acquired, obtained, or maintained, without any effort or sacrifice, lack value... it's human nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The secret to why the cocky guy wins with women, over the nice guy, is that he is perceived as being a stronger, more confident guy with more value. How? He never invests everything -- his entire being, ego, and self-worth in what one woman's response or reaction to him is. He doesn't gush with compliments; he isn't always available; he doesn't give too much; and he knows he isn't going to die if a woman says "no" to him. More, his attitude is, yeah, I'd like to go out with you, but if I can't, that's OK -- I'm a busy guy, with exciting things going on, and lots of other options.&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/28750681-234203857907816448?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/234203857907816448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=234203857907816448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/234203857907816448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/234203857907816448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-nice-guy-who-has-always.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-5665368933580601364</id><published>2008-07-10T14:58:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:04:10.382+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;BITTER SWEET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Life is just the way it is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Things happen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Things come and go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And you never really know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There was a time it felt right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then tables turned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Winds changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Course shifted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now lost in the midst of uncertainty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Patience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*sigh*&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/28750681-5665368933580601364?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5665368933580601364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=5665368933580601364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5665368933580601364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5665368933580601364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/07/bitter-sweet-life-is-just-way-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3451632930761801956</id><published>2008-06-05T14:09:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:25:55.720+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She heard the winds hollow today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For a moment, time froze in midair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The same wind brought refreshing air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yet also a tinge of destruction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She smiled silly over the thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That nonsense could make perfect sense:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Some may hear but they may not understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And look but do not see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hopes hanging by the thread...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Looking to the sun she saw its rays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yes, there's Hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If there's Faith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And of course, Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*For ALL things work for the good of those who LOVE Him... ;)*&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/28750681-3451632930761801956?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3451632930761801956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3451632930761801956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3451632930761801956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3451632930761801956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/06/she-heard-winds-hollow-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2932159904086606589</id><published>2008-06-02T23:03:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:41:21.202+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Been raining lately... and its that time of the year again where people sit at their desks diligently peering into an open book... irregardless of whether anything is goin in or not... yeah.. exam period is back again... and this time, there is also that BIG paper that will determine the placement of the "M.D." at the end of people's names. Sounds like it will be a long long month... but time does fly by really fast... so.. just wanna wish y'all sitting for the GOS exams...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;All the Best... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Favor goes before you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You have the mind of Christ... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last weekend, we had a graduation party for the graduates.... pretty awesome to see everyone dressed up... looking stunning and all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I detest to think about that time when we have to leave to go back for summer holidays knowing somewhere behind there that when we return back in September, the face of this place will change with the absence of certain people that make life here the way it is right now... it will feel like loosing a limb... or smth liddat.. *sigh* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(so not looking forward to that...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Although its not like I wont be seeing them ever again... but the fact that its miles and miles apart... that there is definitely 0% probability to meet in the hospitals or on the bus.. or in the streets...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*eeeeee...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But that is the way life goes... unevitable... and soon it will be my turn to leave this place... to leave my comfort zone into a world of unknowns... a world which i have been trying to push out of my mind for a long time... a world where I have to bear responsibilities like an adult..... a world where i AM an adult....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hmmm*&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/28750681-2932159904086606589?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2932159904086606589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2932159904086606589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2932159904086606589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2932159904086606589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-raining-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-7348546507426237956</id><published>2008-05-28T00:26:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:30:51.777+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hold me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Never let me go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Change me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I want the world to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Living in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God, I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You'll never let me go...&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/28750681-7348546507426237956?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7348546507426237956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=7348546507426237956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7348546507426237956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7348546507426237956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/05/hold-me-never-let-me-go.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-8225262699409787179</id><published>2008-04-27T22:23:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:29:45.918+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God's Letter to Women...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When I created the heaven and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man, because your nostrils are too delicate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From one bone, I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life. I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him,as you are meant to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Around this one bone, I shaped you....... I modeled you.I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile.You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the centre of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life.The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart. Support man as the rib cage supports the body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side.You are my perfect angel..... You are my beautiful little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart.Your eyes... don't change them. Your lips, how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form. Your hands so gentle to touch. I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep. I've held your heart close to mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Of all that lives and breathes, you are most like me. Adam walked with me in the cool of the day, yet he was lonely. He could not see me or touch me. He could only feel me. So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you; my Holiness, my Strength, myPurity, my Love, my Protection and Support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You are special because you are an extension of me. Man represents my image, woman my emotions. Together, you represent the totality of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So man...... treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt me. What you do to her, you do to me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart; the heart of your Father, and the heart of her Father. Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness, show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you not know that a WOMAN is special in God's eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-8225262699409787179?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8225262699409787179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=8225262699409787179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8225262699409787179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8225262699409787179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/04/gods-letter-to-women.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-1339295589589646374</id><published>2008-04-18T15:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:26:30.134+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*untitled*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The rustling of breath, the tingle up the spine…&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of warmth which can’t be defined…&lt;br /&gt;One second more and it would be crushing…&lt;br /&gt;Yet a moment less would be terribly denying…&lt;br /&gt;No words to describe it; they couldn’t do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts bounced off the walls of the mind&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing made sense.&lt;br /&gt;Dull yet exhilarating …&lt;br /&gt;Terrified yet audacious …&lt;br /&gt;Subtle yet evident ...&lt;br /&gt;Agreeing yet denying…&lt;br /&gt;Silent yet deafening …&lt;br /&gt;Still yet full of motion…&lt;br /&gt;Thrilled yet perturbed…&lt;br /&gt;Lingering yet withdrawing…&lt;br /&gt;Then the spell broke.&lt;br /&gt;Times up.&lt;br /&gt;The moment passed.&lt;br /&gt;The world continued to spin on axis.&lt;br /&gt;Life continues…&lt;br /&gt;That’s just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-1339295589589646374?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1339295589589646374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1339295589589646374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1339295589589646374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1339295589589646374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/04/untitled-rustling-of-breath-tingle-up.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-7704203010152063750</id><published>2008-04-18T15:20:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:30:49.146+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Confidence Despite Weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. last night’s cell, we spoke about confidence and insecurities. J shared using Gideon as an example… (called him the ‘chicken’.. lol… *mind whirled into motion*) =P&lt;br /&gt;Then we shared about what made people look confident to us… some said it was the way they walked, others said it was how loud they spoke. Some even said that the strengths that they portrayed was just a cover-up of their weakness underneath.&lt;br /&gt;After all that discussion and sharing, we spoke about ways we could increase confidence or avoid the lack there-of. So, being the nice person I am, I’ll share what we shared with you… hehehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. THINK POSITIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta know who you are… being sure of yourself is important to a strong foundation of what you think you are capable of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2. TALK TO SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not just anyone… someone who is capable of giving good advice.. Godly advice… someone that you can be accountable to is even better. Sharing is caring… and problems and weaknesses are no exception!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3. THINK OF 10 GOOD THINGS EVERYTIME YOU THINK OF 1 BAD THING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This would train you to look more on the positive side… looking for the best in others… well, that’s what love is all about anyway… right? =P It’s so easy to look at others’ inability we tend to ignore their capabilities and the fact of how blessed we are to have them around. After awhile, we realize that trying to think of 10 good things about people we dislike is kinda tiring that we kinda avoid thinking about the bad altogether and strive to find that speck of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4. AVOID COMPARISON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparisons just brings condemnation… either upon oneself or another. When we compare, only 1 of 2 things can happen. Either we see others better than us and thus feel incompetent…or we see ourselves better than the other… thus making us feel proud. And as they say, pride comes before a fall. Either way, the outcome is pretty much looking down.We are all different… unique…special. As some say, its pretty much equivalent to comparing a boat and a pencil. To say that one is better than the other is pretty much insane… not to say its probably a characteristic of a “psy” patient!!&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, to compare is to decrease personal standards. Instead of striving towards the best, comparing justifies at just being better than another. It isn’t necessarily the best you can be… and that is definitely below the average that God has for us!!! The example we had was that we may compare our results from an exam and be glad that we got a pass while the rest failed. But a pass is just a pass. It isn’t what we should strive for. It is the distinction mark that we should be looking towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. FOCUS ON POTENTIALS; NOT LIMITATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were given the grace to accomplish that which we were made to do. Not more, not less. Striving to what God has for us is to achieve that which we are made to be. To look at limitations is to say that God is insane to think so highly of us and that it is impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6. REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Confidence is not covering up a weakness but rather, the assurance of that which is really you… not letting anyone shake you off… and not falter from the words of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are just the few points that we thought of in the short time that we had. If anyone has anything to add, feel free to contribute…=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-7704203010152063750?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7704203010152063750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=7704203010152063750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7704203010152063750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7704203010152063750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/04/confidence-despite-weaknesses-hmm_18.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2123618095330300522</id><published>2008-03-16T15:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:43:17.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY Concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Was a blast of a time last night... I had fun... enjoyed myself... enjoyed the excitement and exhiliaration... the adrenaline rush... the look into your eyes... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Now that its over... life is back to what it was before... maybe a little bit more... with the memory of yesterday still running freshly through my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thanx for all the times sacrificed... the excitement of everyday... the everything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Didn't want it to be over yet don't think I could live with it forever either... one or the other.... life has taken its course....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*I'll cya around then....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-2123618095330300522?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2123618095330300522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2123618095330300522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2123618095330300522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2123618095330300522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/03/cny-concert-was-blast-of-time-last.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-4148216280065241546</id><published>2008-03-14T00:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:45:06.128+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;SPA Interview for Medical Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talk about FAVOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I really owe this one BIG TIME to d big guy up there.... without His help, I dont think i would even hire myself!! Gosh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Really feel under-prepared for this interview... it was in English (thank GOD!!)... and it was a good jerk to reality that its time to really buck up twice as hard and thrice as smart... or else.. its a harsh blow to the face of reality! But most of all, watching those that came out from my board with the long face or the grumpy expression... that totally didnt help boost any confidence i had left. But thanks to those that still kept my head up high even when I tried to hide it low... for the pat on the back and the hugs... and the shoulder to lean on... I am eternally grateful! Most of all, for the favor that always goes before me... the one that causes the panel to not be able to but just be nice to me... even after all that I have heard about my board, I think I can fully digress!! I totally love my panel... that they were really encauraging, making my interview a pleasantly enjoyable one although I barely could answer the tough Medical questions given. And to be told at the end that all I needed was just a little bit more confidence in myself... i couldn't agree more! Praise and glory to Him who sustains my very breath!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;After all said and done, I am totally thankful and grateful that I passed... why not...I'm a government servant grade UD41 when I graduate!!! hehehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanks for being there... even though you would've been there anyway...you had to...=P*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-4148216280065241546?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4148216280065241546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=4148216280065241546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4148216280065241546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4148216280065241546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/03/spa-interview-for-medical-officer-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-7421364419490355124</id><published>2008-03-13T00:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:33:27.445+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esok Interview SPA lerr...&lt;br /&gt;Mereka kata Interview dalam BM.. Macam mana lah? walaupun BM saya dulu dapat A1.. tapi 7 tahun tak guna langsung...A1 pun boleh jadi E8 la.... haih.....Tapi mereka kata... jangan putus asa... Fikirkan Boleh!!! hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;Maka, dengan itu, saya kenalah pergi hafal Rukun Negara, Lagu Kebangsaan... Senarai Menteri Menteri Kabinet and yang terutama, nama Yang Di-Pertuan Agung kita yang teramatlah panjang itu... walaupun kemungkinan ditanya amatlah tipis. hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Lagilah dengan penyakit-penyakit berjangkit yang tidak terhingga... aihh.. letih lah mata saya... esok cepat cepat selesaikan dan pergi makan... biar habis tak payah lenggah. hehehe... Saya rasa lebih awal kan lebih baik. Lagi lama ditunda, lagi gempak pula rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana lah nak fikir perkataan-perkataan Medik yang.... Tuhan tolong lah saya!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-7421364419490355124?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7421364419490355124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=7421364419490355124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7421364419490355124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7421364419490355124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/03/esok-interview-spa-lerr.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-808612525729415833</id><published>2008-03-10T22:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:39:30.892+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Watch your THOUGHTS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;They become Words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Watch your WORDS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;They become Actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Watch your ACTIONS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;They become a Habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Watch your HABITS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They make your CHARACTER!!&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/28750681-808612525729415833?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/808612525729415833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=808612525729415833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/808612525729415833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/808612525729415833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/03/watch-your-thoughts-they-become-words.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2906367142948436207</id><published>2008-03-09T18:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:52:06.627+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;YOU ARE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The love of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The hope that I cling to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;More than this world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I wouldn't trade You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;For Silver or Gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I wouldn't trade You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;For treasures untold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You are my everything!&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/28750681-2906367142948436207?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-4120584391434101358</id><published>2008-03-09T13:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:02:27.020+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Unconditionally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That was what the theme of the sermon in service last night. Really reminded me again and again that this is what REAL love is all about. Not picking sides, irregardless of situations, emotions or strength... to love in ALL circumstances. It is not easy, I must admit. There are lots of times when we pick and choose who we want to love or when we want to love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Although we are called to love everyone the same, there are just some people whom we love more than others... not that we are conditional... but just that we are investing into their lives. Never-the-less, we must still constantly check our motives lest we start getting conditional with these people because they are closer to us. Constantly making sure that we do not start to require more of the other person than before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"O God, help me to love others as you love me... and BE love...even as You are love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-4120584391434101358?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4120584391434101358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=4120584391434101358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4120584391434101358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tightly&lt;br /&gt;and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I see you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;and call you back for one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,&lt;br /&gt;I would video tape each action and word,&lt;br /&gt;so I could play them back day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;I could spare an extra minute&lt;br /&gt;to stop and say 'I love you,'&lt;br /&gt;instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I would be there to share your day,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,&lt;br /&gt;so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to make up for an oversight,&lt;br /&gt;and we always get a second chance&lt;br /&gt;to make everything just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be another day&lt;br /&gt;to say 'I love you,'&lt;br /&gt;And certainly there's another chance&lt;br /&gt;to say 'Anything I can do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case I might be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and today is all I get,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I hope we never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;young or old alike,&lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance&lt;br /&gt;you get to hold your loved one tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll surely regret the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you didn't take that extra time&lt;br /&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone,&lt;br /&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today,&lt;br /&gt;and whisper in their ear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them&lt;br /&gt;and that you'll always hold them dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say 'I'm sorry',&lt;br /&gt;'Please forgive me,' 'Thank you,' or 'It's okay.'&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have no regrets about today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-4138000376069978494?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4138000376069978494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=4138000376069978494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4138000376069978494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4138000376069978494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-i-knew-if-i-knew-it-would-be-last.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-5537785137320254734</id><published>2008-02-10T19:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:04:08.656+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got this from an email..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess its really true. Can't run away from facts forever. Ignoring it is just procrastinating to have to deal with it. Maybe one day I'll be brave enough to face that giant... or one day, I'll be able to pull myself together to make something out of it. But whatever the lame excuse that we give, facts will remain facts... unchangeable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess the best thing to do is to take it right when you first had to deal with it. Take it by the collar and grab a hold of it. Face your fears and get some help rather than run away and hide in a small corner where u think no one can find you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when you think that that is all that you can do, you'll find that there is so much more to yourself than what you really see. God made you special... there is only one YOU... and that is definitely a FACT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-5537785137320254734?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5537785137320254734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=5537785137320254734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5537785137320254734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5537785137320254734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2026075841298123564</id><published>2008-02-03T21:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:28:54.637+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pain.... what does it feel like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How can it hurt so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why is it so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The sun seriously shines brighter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; the wind is breezier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the grass greener..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when you're in love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But when you're out of it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Even the most beautiful day in spring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;is the coldest, deadliest day in winter.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Budapest, 7:27pm, Colors Hostel)&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/28750681-2026075841298123564?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2026075841298123564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2026075841298123564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2026075841298123564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2026075841298123564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/02/pain.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-8399774509402907085</id><published>2008-02-01T00:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:30:42.904+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Live life to the fullest... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;time is precious.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you never know what you've got till its gone...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Prague, Czech Republic-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10:31pm&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/28750681-8399774509402907085?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8399774509402907085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=8399774509402907085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8399774509402907085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8399774509402907085'/><link 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style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The pistons of my beating heart work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;In less than 24 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;My mortal being will be far far away from here.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;My eyes wont close at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The anticipation keeps building up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Will i sleep tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;How will i pass the time til its time to leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Vienna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Prague...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Budapest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Berlin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;GET READY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cos here comes the princess... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and her royal regatta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&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/28750681-7975405613942906071?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7975405613942906071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=7975405613942906071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7975405613942906071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/7975405613942906071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/01/excited-pumping-hard-as-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-5834508432396707546</id><published>2008-01-22T21:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:03:39.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY 9th level of HEAVEN....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(almost)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Last night, i spent a glorious 4 hours of my ubiquitously available time to make something I am super-duperly proud of myself of.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I started by peeling d almost 1.5kg of ginger... chopped them into smaller pieces and blended them till it was mush. Then squeezed the juice out of them into a bowl and resqueezed them again and again until every last drop of juice was in the bowl. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;this I did with a lil bit of help frm Ck of course...=P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then i dried the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"secret ingredient"&lt;/span&gt; til it was brown.. and the ginger fibres too... before heating the pot for cooking the chicken doused well with sesame oil. In went the dry stuffies... mixed well with a wooden spatula which had remnants of Tom-Yam flavouring... and then... in went the juice.... and left to simmer on a low low flame. An episode of bones later... it was pipingly bubbling hot... and the taste....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SIMPLY HEAVENLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With a dash of &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;black sauce&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;steaming hot white rice&lt;/span&gt;... aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;..... i couldn't ask for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That, my friend....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is my mum's infamous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ka-Cha-Ma&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*hope all of you that got a taste of it enjoyed that.....*&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/28750681-5834508432396707546?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5834508432396707546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=5834508432396707546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5834508432396707546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5834508432396707546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-9th-level-of-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2287318432767493822</id><published>2008-01-18T23:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:45:45.516+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HOLIDAY MODE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeah... the hols are finally kickin in.... and stuck in Kursk... well.. life is pretty predicatable...&lt;br /&gt;I've got a list of about 12-13 things to do... things i wanna accomplish within the next couple of days before i leave for my long 18 day trip around europe... hehehhe... of couse some of them cant be done in such a short time (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i.e. it s an ongoing thing... heheheh.. better stick to it tho..=P&lt;/span&gt;) and others have already been done.. even tho it is only my 2nd day of hols.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;Among the things i wanna get done.. i've watched 1L of tears (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;11 episodes later..i probably made another liter somewhat... lol&lt;/span&gt;), started learning to write chinese (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;big thanx to my sifu&lt;/span&gt;)... started to think about the things i wanna bring on the trip (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;considered as packing de..&lt;/span&gt;.), written the reply mail (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;and posted de.. hehehe... now waiting for the reply...&lt;/span&gt;.), bought my shoes... (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;lovely white adidas with 3 turquoise blue stripes on the side... TOTALLY matching my jacket &amp;amp; my iPod... lol&lt;/span&gt;) and all the others haven't even been done yet. hmm... still gotta practice my dance steps and also bass... go skating... actually start dumping stuff into my luggage... watch 'How I Met Your Mother'.. etc etc etc....&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you what i have been doin lots of... lol... &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;... &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt;... n &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;... and... &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt;.... and...(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you get the picture...&lt;/span&gt;..) that at least &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; guys have told me i look rounder.. even my dance teacher didnt fail to point that out to me too... hmmm.... need to go on a diet of some kind.... now lets see... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;NAH!!&lt;/span&gt;... dun really care lah... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;round sounds like a GOOD shape to me&lt;/span&gt;... hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;kayz... i'm beats...try and guess what i'm gonna do next... i bet you're right.... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLEEP!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-2287318432767493822?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2287318432767493822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2287318432767493822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2287318432767493822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2287318432767493822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/01/holiday-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-4016771373074233078</id><published>2008-01-18T22:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:23:10.662+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;my last &amp;amp; BEST 22nd Birthday Gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3 days ago... just before my last paper... i dropped by one of my beloved sheep's place to collect a jap series from his roomie. hung about for a while and decided it was enough procrastination and i better get back to the books. As soon as i opened my room door, i heard SK calling me... she asked me to go back down again cos my sheep wanted to give me smth.... i thought tat was kinda weird... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(why didnt she just bring it up and pass it to me then?)&lt;/span&gt; anyway... i skeptically followed her back down.. and upon announcing my re-arrival to the room, i heard an off-tuned "re-mix" version of :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"happy birthday to you... BELATED... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;happy birthday to you.. BELATED... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;happy birthday to Priscilla... BELATED... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;happy birthday to you.. BLEATED!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;then my sheep JW handed me a lil neatly wrapped package tied with a white ribbon (compliments of SK) and told me it was a long overdue present... and that it was begotten for the trip... so i kindly asked if i could open it right there.. which was a no-brainer... of cos i could! lol... anyway... opening it... i gasped... and just couldn't hold back the squeeze... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why??&lt;/span&gt; cos i saw this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156902318205171778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/R5D_VgIB-EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fJsJpPPy8Mg/s320/ipod_shuffle_3gen_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;beautifully in turquoise... and the people that got it for me... just raised d sentimental value by hundred fold...AND about 3 weeks past my birthday!! what a lovely surprise.....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Well... i would like to take this space... to thank the lovely people who made my 22nd birthday so much sweeter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jer Wei (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks for doin this for me..&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nicolson (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks for all the nice things u always say to me..&lt;/span&gt;.),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shan Kong (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;miss havin u as my sheep...n thanks for everything&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Benj Ho (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;endless thanx for just being there..&lt;/span&gt;.),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chee Khai (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;more than words can say....&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Vivien SKY (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;roomie....you know how much appreciated you are...!!!&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Swit Yen (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;another ex-sheepie... thanks&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Richard (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;siu pork pork...=P&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Michael (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanx thanx man...&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mervyn (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wah.. so much changes between u n ur bro sheep eh...i'm SO proud...=P&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*thank you thank you.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i LOVE each &amp;amp; everyone of u lots......*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(*you may not know it... but you mean the world to me...*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-4016771373074233078?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4016771373074233078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=4016771373074233078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4016771373074233078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4016771373074233078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-last-best-22nd-birthday-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/R5D_VgIB-EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fJsJpPPy8Mg/s72-c/ipod_shuffle_3gen_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-8159007178185728863</id><published>2008-01-12T01:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:51:14.043+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Proverbs 13:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hope deferred makes the heart sick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When that which you long for is kept from you... it either motivates you to keep going... or, after a period of time, cause you so much hurt you decide that maybe its no longer worth it. Those days are the ones when you shud not quit. Giving up is not an option. Its the shoice of failures. If you really want it, it is not impossible for God! Ask and it shall be given! In HIS great timing, it shall be granted to you.. or.. you might get smth better than what you hoped for!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*what dya think?? Any comments?*&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/28750681-8159007178185728863?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8159007178185728863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=8159007178185728863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8159007178185728863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/8159007178185728863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/01/proverbs-1312-hope-deferred-makes-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-622299234575046428</id><published>2008-01-08T17:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:27:40.842+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thesmartentrepreneur.com/?p=54"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARREN BUFFET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2nd richest man... after Bill Gates..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was a one hour interview on CNBC with Warren Buffet, the second richest man who has donated $31 billion to charity. Here are some very interesting aspects of his life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he started too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering newspapers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. He still lives in the same small 3-bedroom house in mid-town Omaha , that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest private jet company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis.He has given his CEO's only two rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rule number 1: do not lose any of your share holder's money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rule number 2: Do not forget rule number 1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch Television. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;8. Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates became a devotee of Warren Buffet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;9. Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;His advice to young people:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Stay away from credit cards and invest in yourself and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A. Money doesn't create man&lt;br /&gt;but it is the man who created money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;B. Live your life as simple as you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;C. Don't do what others say, just listen them,&lt;br /&gt;but do what makes you feel good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;D. Don't go on brand name;&lt;br /&gt;just wear those things in which u feel comfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E. Don't waste your money on unnecessary things;&lt;br /&gt;just spend on them who are really in need rather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;F. After all it's your life&lt;br /&gt;then why give chance to others to rule our life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*don't you think it is so true??*&lt;/strong&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/28750681-622299234575046428?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/622299234575046428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=622299234575046428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/622299234575046428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/622299234575046428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/01/warren-buffet-2nd-richest-man.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3083230073761081299</id><published>2008-01-03T02:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T02:37:46.109+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TAGGED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;by my sheep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hmm... still not sure abt what this tag thing is about.. but i assume that i'm suppose to fill in the same list.. so here it goes my beloved sheep sheep.. for you... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- new phone (??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- lots and lots of earrings.. none of them should be loop ones!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- new pair of sports shoes or boots or heels or..... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- unlimited cash for my upcoming europe trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- a car (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST OUT THE REASONS FOR YOUR CHOICES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- new phone cos my last one cant be turned on.. dunno whats wrong with it... so sad.. i miss my phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- ahh.. earrings.. never can get enough of 'em... hehehe... but as mentioned.. NO LOOPS please... cos they definitely dun look good on me... *sigh*.. they open at a weird angle that totally doesnt complement me in ANY way.. so yea... studds... dangling ones... pearly ones.. buttons... all others are welcomed!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- shoes are another galore that if definitely welcomed anytime of day. as for now, im in desperate need of a new pair of sport shoes... but all other forms of shoes are also always in need.. lol.. stilletoes..ahhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- well.. travelling in a country that spends in euros while coming from a country where the curency is almost 4 times lower than the dollar... and 7 times lower than the pound... its kinda depressing... so unlimited cash would be nice to complement the enjoyment i would be having on the trip!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- hmm.. this one is also questionable. thats cos i JUST got my driver's probational license last summer... but im SUPER enthusiastic about goin back and driving.. hehehe.. people say it wont last long.. but i doubt it... hehehe... so.. a car... mini austin would be nice... proportionate to me size.. heheehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THE PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS: &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Breezy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Very hillarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Manages resources well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Punctual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kindhearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My sheep.. (that sums it ALL up =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;For my last birthday, she gave me a "tong" of cookies.. which is sustaining me though my exam period!! oh sheep sheep.. wad wud i do without you? hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU DESPISE THE MOST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Those who manipulate people for their own personal gain, those who ill-treat others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 PEOPLE YOU WANNA TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hmm... dunno leh... errr....  no need gua... everyone i know been tagged de... or sumwhat.. lol... *bluek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3083230073761081299?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3083230073761081299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3083230073761081299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3083230073761081299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3083230073761081299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged-by-my-sheep.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-508087212508205721</id><published>2007-12-30T02:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T03:37:39.902+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TRUE FRIENDS ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(= a person known well to another and regarded with liking, affection and loyalty. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Collins English Dictionary-&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are angels that lift you to your feet when your wings forget how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- are there for you in thick and thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are ones that walk in when others walk out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- are the most important ingredient in this recipe of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are there to slap you..on the face when you need awakenin and on the back when you succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- are those that can open your fridge without asking permission and dun even feel guilty about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- is someone who knows all about you and loves you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- are those that have enough info about you to blackmail you and still get away with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are there for you when they rather be anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are ones who believe in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- are unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are people that force me to examine &amp;amp; encourage me to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- is a single soul in two bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are born, not made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- are what gets you through the bad times and helps you enjoy the good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- is someone who reaches for your hand, but touches your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- is like a rainbow. They brighten your life when you've been through a storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are never apart, maybe in distance, but not in heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- can sit together in silence and feel like it was the best conversation ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- brings out the best in ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"True friendship is never serene."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Friends are God's way of taking care of us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Friendship: a building contract you sign with laughter and break with tears."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"A good friend is hard to find, hard to lose, and impossible to forget..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Material things can't make the soul whole. The only the love, trust, and loyalty of friends can do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Friendship is not friendship without trust, without it I walk alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Having someone who understands is a great blessing for ourselves. Being someone who understands is a great blessing to others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"The most beautiful discovery that true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"To the world you are someone, but to someone you are the world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"A friend will be there for you when things are good...but a TRUE friend will be there for you when things are good and also when things are very bad...and just when it feels like you will never smile again...she can put a smile on your face with just with a hug!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to those who have made my life so much more colorful by just being in it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;THANK YOU!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-508087212508205721?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/508087212508205721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=508087212508205721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/508087212508205721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/508087212508205721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2757463727022775076</id><published>2007-12-24T00:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:24:10.381+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just want to take this time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to thank all those that tried to make my day special...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the company i never had... i'm sorry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the thought that counted... i'm touched...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the effort and time... words are not enough...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the surprises... actions speaks louder than words...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although it didn't turn out as i planned,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not the least how i wanted it to be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i pray in my heart of hearts..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that my one wish would come true....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not for me... at least for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*that short time was more than enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;better than nothing...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-2757463727022775076?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2757463727022775076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2757463727022775076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2757463727022775076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2757463727022775076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-want-to-take-this-time-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2562544267093962231</id><published>2007-12-14T18:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:40:23.441+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;MY TOP 10…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;2. Earrings, Bags, Shoes&lt;br /&gt;3. Clothes&lt;br /&gt;4. Cuddles&lt;br /&gt;5. Happy babies&lt;br /&gt;6. Adventures&lt;br /&gt;7. Ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;8. Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;9. Love&lt;br /&gt;10. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1. Snakes&lt;br /&gt;2. Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;3. Horror movies&lt;br /&gt;4. Making others unhappy&lt;br /&gt;5. Failure&lt;br /&gt;6. Being 2nd best&lt;br /&gt;7. Rejection&lt;br /&gt;8. Making bad decisions&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt; *can’t think of anymore!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;1. Snow-covered landscapes&lt;br /&gt;2. Warm beds&lt;br /&gt;3. Handwritten letters&lt;br /&gt;4. Being told what to do&lt;br /&gt;5. Observing people&lt;br /&gt;6. Dozing off&lt;br /&gt;7. Being creative&lt;br /&gt;8. Surprises&lt;br /&gt;9. Learning skills&lt;br /&gt;10. Pampering certain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Peas&lt;br /&gt;2. Being jealous&lt;br /&gt;3. Being cheated&lt;br /&gt;4. Overthinking&lt;br /&gt;5. Figuring out a surprise by accident&lt;br /&gt;6. Cloudy days&lt;br /&gt;7. Feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;8. Disappointments&lt;br /&gt;9. Half-heartedness&lt;br /&gt;10. Not knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tends to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1. Cry&lt;br /&gt;2. Splurge&lt;br /&gt;3. Burp at the weirdest times&lt;br /&gt;4. Smile silly&lt;br /&gt;5. Loose track of time&lt;br /&gt;6. Glance at own reflection&lt;br /&gt;7. Put others first&lt;br /&gt;8. Over-analyze&lt;br /&gt;9. Crave attention&lt;br /&gt;10. Be a pig (sleep-wise &amp;amp; eating wise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Needs to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. Wait patiently&lt;br /&gt;2. Be less curious&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish what I started&lt;br /&gt;4. Not procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;5. Make decisions&lt;br /&gt;6. Be more gentle&lt;br /&gt;7. Improve memory&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn self-control&lt;br /&gt;9. Be early&lt;br /&gt;10. Tidy-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-2562544267093962231?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2562544267093962231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2562544267093962231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2562544267093962231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2562544267093962231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-top-10-favourites-1.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3311399751205040539</id><published>2007-12-06T15:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:48:35.070+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sum people asked me why i never up date my blogpage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmm... gud question... maybe this might help... :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;9am - 12pm Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1pm - 3pm Russian class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;*prepare homework &amp;amp; read for Shepherd's Meeting, update last weekend's finances, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;write-up for AP, reply a mail or two...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;7pm - 8:30pm Shepherd's Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Eat dinner, shower &amp;amp; study!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Hmm... my mondays are not too bad!!!=P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TUESDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;9am - 12pm Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1pm - 3pm Discipleship#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3pm - 4:30pm Discipleship #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;*grocery shopping or smth before heading home..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOTTA COOK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Eat while watching a movie or series...shower, chat, linger here &amp;amp; there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;den plonk my ass down to study*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEDNESDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;9am - 12pm Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1pm - 3pm Discipleship #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3:30pm - 4:30pm Leader's prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5pm - 7pm Carolling practice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(till Christmas is over la.. then i'll have this slot free)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8pm - 10pm Eklectic Shakers Extreme Omega meeting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in other words, cell group lah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Just enough time to do the usuals before bedtime...Eat, Shower, Study!!*&lt;br /&gt;(Wednesdays are my busiest and longest days... -_-'' )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THURSDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;9am - 12pm Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*sumwhere between the above &amp;amp; the below is Discipleship #4 *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6:30pm - 8pm Discipleship with Shep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8pm - 10pm Ballroom dance class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;*the evening routine...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;simple &amp;amp; sweet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;9am - 12pm Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Laze in 5th lah... til next event*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;3pm - 5pm Lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5pm - 6:30pm Bass lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7pm - 9:30pm Generation Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;*still have to go home and study leh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;hmm... its not the weekend yet... more like.. the week has just begun*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SATURDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;9am - 12pm Class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*yes i know... it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;satuday... and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...we have classes on Saturdays...*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;12pm - 2pm Group 28 lunch outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sleepyhead would like to catch some winks here...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;5:30pm - 10:30pm WCCI service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Eat dinner, shower &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; RELAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(and who said the weekend is here???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SUNDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(this is the ONLY day with variety.. yet it is packed none-the-less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;10am - 11am Creative Arts Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1pm-2:30pm Finance Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3pm - 5pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Choose from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ushers' Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Workshop&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(of one kind or another)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fellowship&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(of one kind or another)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;5pm - 7pm Carolling practice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*also until at least my birthday is over...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GOTTA COOK AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;*or any other group 28 events... birthday dinners, celebrations...etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;den its back to shower and reading up of smth for the week to start all over again...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;so... which day sounds good to you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawns...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;need to catch sum winks...-_^*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3311399751205040539?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3311399751205040539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3311399751205040539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3311399751205040539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3311399751205040539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/12/sum-people-asked-me-why-i-never-up-date.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2648544492616368401</id><published>2007-11-28T22:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:02:42.429+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just want to thank you for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;For being there to show you care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sorry if it did hurt you to see what you saw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;No harm was intended, yet it was just the way it had to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hovering clouds were heavy above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Probably waiting for the skies to clear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Rain is still inevitable though it didn't have to be there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sorry for the redundant questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Didn't mean to force an answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just an illustration to make my point clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sorry if it placed you in a corner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hope it didn't hit a soft spot or made you wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But all I wanna say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Is a friend who is there for another is a true friend in deed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When he is out and down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just being there is a million words in action...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Those kind of friends are rare and hard to come by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Those kind of friends are ones whom I never wanna be without...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Those that will stick with you through the thick and the thin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Those are ones that will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;FRIENDS NO MATTER WHAT!!!&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/28750681-2648544492616368401?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2648544492616368401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2648544492616368401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2648544492616368401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2648544492616368401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-want-to-thank-you-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-6655733844156172209</id><published>2007-11-18T21:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:59:41.581+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;WHAT I REALLY WANT IN A MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just someone who..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1. loves me for who I am.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2. willing to be there through thick and thin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3. someone that gives me a reason to smile.. (even when times are hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;4. makes me feel that the sun shine brighter, winter feel warmer, grass is greener..etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;5. trusts me &amp;amp; has faith in me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but most important of all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;is not that he is all these... but that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE THE RIGHT PERSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;...that I too have all that I want him to have... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-6655733844156172209?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6655733844156172209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=6655733844156172209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6655733844156172209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6655733844156172209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-really-want-in-man-just-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3588524200776665299</id><published>2007-11-18T21:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:08:46.335+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(frm IYC 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Handsome&lt;br /&gt;2. Charming&lt;br /&gt;3. Finacially successful&lt;br /&gt;4. A caring listener&lt;br /&gt;5. Witty&lt;br /&gt;6. In good shape&lt;br /&gt;7. Dresses with style&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates finer things&lt;br /&gt;9. Full of thoughtful surprises&lt;br /&gt;10. An imaginative, romantic lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN - REVISED LIST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at age 32)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nice looking (preferably with hair on his head)&lt;br /&gt;2. Opens car doors, holds chairs&lt;br /&gt;3. Has enough money for a nice dinner&lt;br /&gt;4. Listens more than talks&lt;br /&gt;5. Laughs at my jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. Carries bags of groceries with ease&lt;br /&gt;7. Owns at least 1 tie&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers birthdays &amp;amp; anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;10. Seeks romance at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN - REVISED LIST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at age 42)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not too ugly ( bald head OK)&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't drive off til I'm in the car&lt;br /&gt;3. Works steady - splurges on dinner out occasionally&lt;br /&gt;4. Nods head when I'm talking&lt;br /&gt;5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good eough shape to rearrange the furniture&lt;br /&gt;7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach&lt;br /&gt;8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down&lt;br /&gt;10. Shaves most weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN - REVISED LIST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at age 52)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keeps hair in nose &amp;amp; ears trimmed&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public&lt;br /&gt;3. Doesn't borrow money too often&lt;br /&gt;4. Doesn't nod off to sleep when I'm venting&lt;br /&gt;5. Doesn't re-tell the same jokes too many times&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to get off the couch on weekends&lt;br /&gt;7. Usually wears matching socks &amp;amp; fresh underwear&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates a good TV dinner&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers my name of occasion&lt;br /&gt;10. Shaves some weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN - REVISED LIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at age 62)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Doesn't scare small children&lt;br /&gt;2. Remembers where the bathroom is&lt;br /&gt;3. Doesn't require much money for up-keep&lt;br /&gt;4. Only snores lightly when asleep&lt;br /&gt;5. Remembers why he is laughing&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good shape to stand up by himself&lt;br /&gt;7. Usually wears some clothes&lt;br /&gt;8. Likes soft food&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers where he left his teeth&lt;br /&gt;10. Remembers that its the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN - REVISED LIST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at age 72)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Breathing&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't miss the toilet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3588524200776665299?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3588524200776665299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3588524200776665299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3588524200776665299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3588524200776665299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-want-in-man-frm-iyc-2007-1.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-9021893820238113309</id><published>2007-11-13T22:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:02:08.308+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Someone close to me shared this with me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;really touched me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and it came at an appropriate moment too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just when i needed it most... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me be an instrument of peace…&lt;br /&gt;Where there is hatred, allow me to show love.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is injury, allow me to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is fear, let me have faith.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is despair, let me offer hope.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is sadness, allow me to offer comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is darkness, let me be a beacon of light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;thank you.... it meant a lot to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you mean a lot to me too&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/28750681-9021893820238113309?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/9021893820238113309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=9021893820238113309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/9021893820238113309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/9021893820238113309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-close-to-me-shared-this-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3849215027069233109</id><published>2007-11-11T13:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:40:09.970+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rantings....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Busy busy week has past... praying for a smoother week ahead. Now that the POP newsletter that I was kinda msaterminding has come out... not exactly as expected (but as some say... mass production lah.. waddya expect..) but I guess it'll do... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lots of things in store for the coming 2 months at least... its the end of the year... my fav season is here again!! and so is a million other things that come with this time of the year. Celebration is in the air... Hooray!!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Now that I'm getting more sleep than previously, guess my brains have time to leisurely wander while i'm asleep... which is fine by me... love watching " movies" in my sleep anyway... as long as they are nice ones... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But last night i had a pretty thought-provoking one.. that made me wonder.... are dreamsa part of what the mind is thinking... or is it a way of our conscience telling us things... esprecially those dreams that we wake up with and the whole thing is still fresh in the mind... every single detail of it.. that if one ponders on it for long, may even seem like it is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;hmmm... or is it the fiction of one's imagination... or the realisation of one's deepest fears... or just a form of relaxation for the brain... to mix and match all the memories collected thus far... the freedom to wander whichever way it wants... irregardless of the connection and triggering factors of memory itself... hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;if so, then it should not affect other parts of the body in its relaxation... in its pleasure, to not cause pain elsewhere... right? but why then. is there such a heaviness then? one that is capable of squeezing the life out of you... one that leaves you breathless... one that shakes you back to reality... one that bares you to the bones.....................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hmmm???&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/28750681-3849215027069233109?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3849215027069233109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3849215027069233109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3849215027069233109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3849215027069233109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/11/rantings.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-9054751149792659641</id><published>2007-11-01T01:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T01:26:46.958+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;:: LESSONS TO LEARN ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I've learned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That money doesn't buy class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That to ignore the facts does not change the facts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That when you plan to get even with someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you are only letting that person continue to hurt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That love, not time, heals all wounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That the easiest way for me to grow as a person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;is to surround myself with people smarter than I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That there's nothing is sweeter than sleeping with your babies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and feeling their breath on your cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That life is tough, but I'm tougher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That one should keep his words both soft and tender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;because tomorrow he may have to eat them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That when your newly born child holds your little finger in his little fist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;that you're hooked for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.&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/28750681-9054751149792659641?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/9054751149792659641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=9054751149792659641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/9054751149792659641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/9054751149792659641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/11/lessons-to-learn-ive-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-5918422007717189418</id><published>2007-10-31T00:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:55:53.104+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Learning is a never ending process...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;From the day you were born till the day you die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You cannot cease to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There are so many things that one still needs to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everyday, I still find things that i need to learn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Things that i need to give up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Things that i need to take up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Things that i need to hold on to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Things that require more than just me.&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/28750681-5918422007717189418?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5918422007717189418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=5918422007717189418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5918422007717189418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5918422007717189418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/10/learning-is-never-ending-process.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-6086624970437088386</id><published>2007-10-25T22:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:19:36.601+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;:: A GLIMPSE OF THE INNER ME::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My favourite season of the year has got to be Christmas. Dunno why... maybe because its near to my bday... so that, coupled with a slow christmas tune... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;the right setting and people..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;*ahhhhhhhhhh.........................*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;anyway... was watching a series which had just the right amount of each element in it that i just couldn't stop the rain from falling. it poured out like the land was on drought... but it was out of joy... and what a relief it brought... it has been a long time since i had a good one... not of sadness or pain.. but one of exhiliarated joy and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I would pay anything to feel that way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;that ache in the corners of my soul... everything around me is more beautiful... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;more meaningful... the grass is greener.. if you get what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I feel on top of the world... the best feeling one can ever feel... that everything will be fine... everything will work out just the way it is meant to be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and of all that, I am just in awe that i can be a part of it... to be able to see the beauty and magnificence of the meaning of living this life... to just allow myself to be swept away in the waves of that very feeling.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;It doesnt require others to understand that feeling.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;just smth that you and only you can feel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-6086624970437088386?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6086624970437088386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=6086624970437088386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6086624970437088386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6086624970437088386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/10/glimpse-of-inner-me-my-favourite-season.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-2233359086589624087</id><published>2007-10-23T23:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:23:22.701+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If one day suddenly i lose all my memory.. wad are 5 things dat i wanna remember again...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;1. My name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. That i am a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. My secret's stash...or box or diary or personal memo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(smth that tells me abt my life la...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;4. The sentimental value of things around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. My loved ones... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(immediate family members, close friends...buddies that mean the world to me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The rest can be built from these from scratch again lahh...=P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-2233359086589624087?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2233359086589624087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=2233359086589624087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2233359086589624087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/2233359086589624087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-one-day-suddenly-i-lose-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-6143965601681909950</id><published>2007-10-17T15:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:53:36.603+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Olivia Newton-John)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If a picture paints a thousand words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then why can't I paint you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The words will never show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The you I've come to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;If a face could launch a thousand ships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Then where am I to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;There's no one home but you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You're all that's left me too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And when my love for life is running dry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You'll come and pour yourself on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If a girl could be two places at one time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'd be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;If the world should stop revolving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Spinning slowly down to die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'd spend the end with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And when the world was through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Then one by one the stars would all go out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Then you and I would simply fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Lovely*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-6143965601681909950?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6143965601681909950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=6143965601681909950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6143965601681909950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6143965601681909950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-olivia-newton-john-if-picture-paints.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-4516866171693952168</id><published>2007-10-09T20:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:38:34.878+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*PRECIOUS MOMENTS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Had a moment today..&lt;br /&gt;A light refreshing drizzle..&lt;br /&gt;Reassuring and welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;That quantum of space and time..&lt;br /&gt;The seconds tick by yet time stood still.&lt;br /&gt;As the rain unbeknowstly fell..&lt;br /&gt;Loud and clear was the call..&lt;br /&gt;A wringing so tight..&lt;br /&gt;That iron grasp of unfathomable strength..&lt;br /&gt;Endurance..&lt;br /&gt;Patience..&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&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/28750681-4516866171693952168?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4516866171693952168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=4516866171693952168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4516866171693952168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4516866171693952168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/10/precious-moments-had-moment-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-4392667585630640141</id><published>2007-10-08T01:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T02:03:06.441+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*from a K610i*&lt;br /&gt;d net is still nt workin &amp; it is totally amazin dat i can still update dis frm my phone!=P well,the weekend is over..somehow i'm glad to be bck in the routine of d week..whre thre are lots of things to be done.this past week was one tat i dont think i'll forget soon..for the many events that took place. my highlights:puffy-eyed nite, the circus,  guests over for sleepover..fun time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-4392667585630640141?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4392667585630640141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=4392667585630640141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4392667585630640141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/4392667585630640141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-k610i-d-net-is-still-nt-workin-it.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3627877427790100249</id><published>2007-09-30T01:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:42:16.942+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Indifferent....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;what does this word mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've heard this word being used to describe me at least twice in the past week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is it good? Is it bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Should it be an insult or a compliment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LoL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/span&gt; to take it as a compliment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(still gotta find out wad it really means la...=P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3627877427790100249?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3627877427790100249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3627877427790100249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3627877427790100249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3627877427790100249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/09/indifferent.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-5551135793880363996</id><published>2007-09-23T23:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:22:35.915+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;(smth i read sum where....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;No one &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;falls in love&lt;/span&gt; by choice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it is by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CHANCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No one &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stays in love&lt;/span&gt; by chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it is by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And no one &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;falls out of love&lt;/span&gt; by chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it is by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;CHOICE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(was dya think??)&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/28750681-5551135793880363996?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5551135793880363996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=5551135793880363996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5551135793880363996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/5551135793880363996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/09/smth-i-read-sum-where.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-6282156026805059917</id><published>2007-09-21T11:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:46:49.227+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;:: LOST ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Right now, that's all i can say about me. lol.... kinda weird right... that i am in a place that looks SO familiar i know it by the back of my hand.. and yet i have this feeling that i am lost. Directions are all muddled up. Its as seem as though someone pulled the plug of my memory, the part which points me in the right direction... the one that shows me where I need to be going. As time passes by, I feel more and more confused.. literally cant find my way home!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Is it possible to have it all back again into familiarity? Or will i still have to drift in this ocean of uncertainty and "lost" feelings...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I have to still remain here for a while... when can i get out of this? Is there any cure for it or am I doomed to remain in this state?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know i need to realign my prorities right... Maybe that might be a solution to it... maybe i might be able to find some road signs which will point me in the right way. well.. what would you suggest i do?&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/28750681-6282156026805059917?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6282156026805059917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=6282156026805059917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6282156026805059917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/6282156026805059917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost-right-now-thats-all-i-can-say.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-3585787275010876740</id><published>2007-09-17T00:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:38:13.777+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::MuSiNgS oF a WoNdErInG mInD::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sometimes, life can hurl cruel things at you... when you want it the most, you don't get it. but when you least expect it, not only does it turn up at your doorstep, it brings along with it its twin brother and sister..cousins and all.. to which you're down on your knees wishing it all never happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;How can things that seem so great.. so wonderful...so amazing.. be in actual fact.. the most horrible thing to happen... something that if you're not strong enough.. may kill you... break you.. leave you in the wild... or.. on the other hand.. turn you into the warroior that valiantly survives it all... emerging victorious... and from it all, learn a million and one important principles of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I wish for many years for that which i saw in many others... smth which i assumed was only for a certain kind of people... and i wanted to be part of that which is in that kind... but i guess that was what i was not. But then, now that i have tasted it, i am in need of help... help that only one person can give... and that is the one and only one that i draw my strength from!!! how did i end up in this? i really cannot recall. Did i do anything to deserve what im getting? I thank God.. my parents... and all that have molded me to be who i am today.... for what they haf done.. for without all that, i think i would be the next inmate in a Sentosa hospital or smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;People say: "when life hands you lemons, make lemonade out of 'em"... yea.. you can try... but please be aware that turning lemons into lemonades when you have open wounds is very painful too!!! its not a split second transformation when you make lemons into lemonade.. but a process... time consuming... effort taking... energy expending... and if you're not willing to pay the price of it... to calculate the cost of it all... then you'll be in for a terrible shock when you find yourself sucking in the sting of the acid on the wounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;All i can say is that im praying that from all this, i will emerge one who is of greater stature in the One who made me what i am... n placed me where i am... and is there for me... IRREGARDLESS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-3585787275010876740?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3585787275010876740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=3585787275010876740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3585787275010876740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/3585787275010876740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/09/musings-of-wondering-mind-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-1500122460712579977</id><published>2007-09-16T21:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:40:10.892+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUBTEXTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ever wonder how words can mean a million things... apart frm their literal meaning? We can say something... the meaning is quite clear... yet on the other hand, we actually want to convey another totally different meaning... and sometimes, it may be possible that the meaning we actually mean is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;total opposite&lt;/span&gt; of what we are saying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ain't it amazing how our brain works out the complexity of it all... and is able to decipher it... albeit it may make a few wrong judgements... but then, most of the time, it has the ability to not only grasp the intended meaning... but also attach the other possible meanings that can be substituted if the first choice is wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It also holds true for actions. The way we stand.. the face we show, the attitude we sometimes put on despite what we feel inside... its all trying to bring across yet another message to those that read it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Its like another game of hide-and-seek... a secret thats hidden..yet so clearly portrayed... the irony of it... the curiosity that hides between the lines... the adrenaline rush as the mind ticks faster than the second hand on the face of a clock... the metaphor... the assumption...the exhiliaration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;of satisfying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thirst of the soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;to arrive at a point where uncertainty evolves into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"KNOWLEDGE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-1500122460712579977?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1500122460712579977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1500122460712579977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1500122460712579977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1500122460712579977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/09/subtexts-ever-wonder-how-words-can-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-1001008623579978667</id><published>2007-04-12T00:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:06:31.919+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;   Its been a total of at least 3 months since i was last here. *Sigh* i really want to update here a lot more than that but i couldn't cos i didnt have the means to. But now, since i have internet access (even though its from someone else's comp and 1 floor away) i can try to update it more often!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;   Not dwelling on the unpleasant..... a quick update. We just had the Easter Coffee House Expereince.. i made choc chunk cookies and apple pie... of course not on my own.. with the help of many other people of course... and we all had a tremendous time! The whole week was just busy busy busy... running hither tither trying to get all the preparations done before the big day. On the day itself, even before the doors were opened, ther were already people queueing up outside the door. The whole thing was supposed to be from 12 pm to 6 pm... but by about 2, most of the stuffies had been sold out! only the cookies were left... and the chocolate cake which we had to take orders for.. and almost had trouble fulfilling it! (awlmost ran out of batter!!!) but praise God that all worked out well. That night, i was supposed to lead prayer in my room at 10 pm. i was so bummed out that i fell asleep until they came knocking at my door. up till that point, i was praying that they too would be too tited to come for prayer meeting but im SO glas that they came! during the prayer session, i had this "revelation" and that was just SO encouraging! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its never a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its just an opportunity for God's miracle to happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;   wow!! we were all so blest by it.. and by the end of prayer, i was 'aerosoling'. I felt like an aerosol bottle.. everything was so compacted in me that i was literally spraying bubles all over the place. I sms-ed my beloved shepherd and he sent me on a spraying spree!! hahahaha.. LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;   The week before that was the Praise &amp; worship nite in church which was a success.... many people just laid down their boundaries and stepped into the awesome presence of God. Aptly names Awe-Struck, with a hip-hop theme, many came well dressed. it was just totally fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;   Can't really remember what has happened before that...we're always doing smth fun around here. if its not the event itself, then its palnnign for it. Like on the 22nd of April, there will be a heterogenous cell group outing.. its going to be a BBQ at the riverside near our hostel... each cell group is supposed to prepare smth.. and my cell group (Eklectic Shakers Extreme - Gamma) is supposed to prepare salad for 40 ppl! hahahha... wonder what our cell group leader, who so happens to be one of my beloved sheep is going to make! hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;   Then in May, we will be celebrating our church's (WCCI) 5th anniversary. I can't believe how fast time has flown. we have been here for almost 5 years now. Its just exciting to see how much the church has grown. The leadership, the people in it, the events that we organise, the spiritual growth of the members... its just so encouraging! Gradually, as we all leave here, i pray that of not for anything, we will all remember our uni years as the years where our spirit-man soared on wings of eagles.. and prayerfully, it will stay that way or fly even higher!!&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/28750681-1001008623579978667?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1001008623579978667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=1001008623579978667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1001008623579978667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/1001008623579978667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-2007-its-been-total-of-at-least-3.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-116119512930328871</id><published>2006-10-18T22:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:12:09.320+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;THERAPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as a medical student..and currently having therapy cycles at the moment, i'm kinda thinking... waht are d odds of me needing my own history taken? i mean.. i've taken 2 russian old man's case histories in d past 2 weeks.. and then just now on the way home, i was just wondering.. what if someone else took my history...would i be so compliant? answer all his questions as objectively as i could? would i rmbr all details or would tat poor guy suffer information biasness?? *sigh* (im crapping.. as you can see...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On to better things... we're goin to have a Chirstmas musical this year!!! its smth new.. n i hope will be smth interesting too.. i mean.. we're all young n talented.. just tat we are all dr-to-be's...which make our mentality kinda somehwat similar.. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;went to get winter boots just now..darn.. cost me 1700Rb (overRm200)...couldn't get any cheaper than that... tat also including a small discout already lo!!! sigh.. so expensive man.. n it getting more n more expensive to live in this place..i mean Kursk, Russia. Imagine what amount of food one can devour with a mere Rm10 (which in rubles would come to about Rb75-80)...a chicken cutlet will be Rb30.. a slap of smashed potateos will be about Rb 15.. a small bowl of salad will be another 30. thats already 75.. n i havent even gotten myself a drink!! the cheapest.. a tradisional fruit drnik... smth like ribena... but sweeter.. n sticker... Rb10. tats 85!! owhh.. i havent included soup... bread!! *sigh*.. conclusion: Russia is expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;owh.. tats just in MY place.. in Moscow.. its probably 2-3 times more expensive than here!! in a way, i kinda thank God that im here not there... owh well.. as from last week's sermon.. Love's attitude of thanksgiving... i will give thanks in alll my circumstances.. for there will be sum1 worse off than i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-116119512930328871?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/116119512930328871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=116119512930328871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/116119512930328871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/116119512930328871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2006/10/therapyas-medical-student.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-116034087429297677</id><published>2006-10-09T00:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:54:34.306+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FINALLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;after a whole month of not having internet connection... i'm back in the e-world!! Lots have gone by without being accounted for.. but all's well that ends well. I've had 5 cycles already..::Endocrinology::Social Medicine::Russian Language::Dermatology::Opthalmology::(and coming next)Therapy::!!! All were ok ok la..not too hard, not too tough.. altho opthalmo had me reading til 4am almost everyday!!! *YaWn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This yr i'm in ushiers' ministry and Creative arts..and of cos GC!!GC had its committee meeting.. and i'm in LCD department. Haven been doin it for the last 2 weeks.. n i feel like a social outcast. not beacuse im unsociable..but b'cos i have been too busy..1st-ly with the LCD n then the Financing after.. up to the point that sum1 has to put the laptop away for me!! heheheh.. but that said n done, i love what i do. It gives me smth to do..smth to be responsible over..hehehe... and now that im no longer in the Student body, i can spend more time with my Heavenly Father..(not that the job took up a lot of time either.. hahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mooncake festival was last friday... and we had smth on last night..that was funnie..about 20+ of us...Had potluck dinner.. n then games.. like lil' kid bday party.. hahaha... but we all had a good time.. n enjoyed ourselves..which was the main goal. (imagine 21-25 yr olds playing "musical chairs" or "blow wind blow"..get the picture?) But one of the interesting games we had that day was the "warm-up game" given some chinese name (ting tong tong? ting ting tong? i know it starts with a 'T' la...) It goes that one person starts and in the company of ppl, he has to find another which had smth identical with him..could be anything from clothes to phones to accessories...and then that person has to go find another one with smth ELSE that is the same with his... and so on.. but the highlight of that game that night was when d 2 guys were trying to get at each other..so instead of choosing sum1 else in the crowd, they just went atdifferent things that each other had.. until sum1 ran out of  ideas..hahahah..LOL. that was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had my 1st finance committee meeting just now. Slept at 4 last night doin the report. Which today "bled" anyway...*sigh* i'll never get my numbers right. I bet if Debbie did it, she'll get it all perfect..she's so good with numbers!! But anyway, i did my best and they were minor mistakes (like putting Rb signs for USD accounts..hehehhe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Owh.. in church today, they had an announcement for ppl who wanted to do babysitting for a Russian mum that used to attend our church..she was our church accountant before i took over. My hand shot right up.. hahaha... i miss taking care of kids..altho have no interest in being a Paediatrician later in life.. but who knows.. i might like it after my Paed's cycle ehh? hehehe... LOL. But anyway..what we have to do is take turns doing 2 hr shifts on Sundays... just for 4 hrs each Sunday.. unless 4hrs with a 7 mth old 10kg baby is fine by u..by all means.. hahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Our group is thinking about the winter hols..altho it is short.. but we were thinking of taking a uick trip sum place...tentatively EGYPT!!! heheheh... see the pyramids.. n the Sphinx... n the sandy deserts... wow.. i'm excited!! plus they say its not too expensive... so yea.. maybe thats the place to be this winter.. sumwhere warmer than the -30 degrees of Russia!! hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-116034087429297677?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/116034087429297677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=116034087429297677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/116034087429297677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/116034087429297677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-after-whole-month-of-not.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-115677851290212513</id><published>2006-08-28T18:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:21:52.940+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;IYC '06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:: International Youth Conference 2006::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Last week (21-25th Aug) was d IYC'06. It was great... especially d msg... i really enjoyed n benefited from it very much! Apart from not having enough sleep, not enough nutrition, and constipation for 4 days, overall, i really enjoyed myself.. altho i would enjoy it much more if Debbie was there too... Last year at d National Youth Conference, our church sent about 30 participants... n this yr.. a meagre 9. But not the less, i believe we all profited lots from this year's conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As usual, it was not one of fun n games.. but continuous sessions.. each about 1 hour 45 mins long.. 2 sessions in d morning.. and one at night. In the afternoon, there were 3 workshops to choose from. I went for Liang's vocals on d 1st day, Jandre's Mime and Puppeting on d 2nd n 3rd day. It was lots of fun... n i learned new stuff which i can use in GC too!!! how kewl is that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There were a number of nationalities represented there... Australia, Indonesia, Phillipines, Solomon Island, South Africa, the Netherlands, USA, Hawaii, Namibia, etc etc... n of cos..MALAYSIA!!! heheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well... d last night, i slept at 6...(last yr, i didn't sleep at all!!!) n poor Ben had to stay up longer that he expected... but we had a good time chatting... hahahah... N thanks for d ride buddy... i appreciate that!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Next year, will be going again.. hope to see some of the ppl i met this yr there again.. and yea.. will be back to see the same ol' buddies!! hehehehe......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-115677851290212513?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115677851290212513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=115677851290212513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/115677851290212513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/115677851290212513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/iyc-06-international-youth-conference.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-115609386032916015</id><published>2006-08-20T20:45:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:11:00.396+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:P@RC3L"&gt;P@RC3L&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after a weekend away in the harbours of Santubong Resort for d leadership retreat, im now back at home.. in d comforts of my own room. (Cos there, i had to share a dbl bed with my bro... n he MOVES!! like... taking up practically 3/4 and abit more of d bed space... leaving poor me n ashley a pathetic small corner.. but it was fun la.. overall..heheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;D sessions were just great... i can sense that i have moved to a different level than before...i think it is becos of what we did thru-out d roadshow..n im glad about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway.. upon reaching home, i was kinda disappointed to see that there was nothing in d mailbox except a letter for dad on sum insurance thingy...been expecting my sis' parcel for over a week since she told me to look out for it!!! Walked up to d door n saw d pile of letters from my dad's PO box tat my uncle dropped off for him...i took them in n sorted thru..i do get some...esp from the MMA (Malaysian Medical Association)..and then...there it was!! a small orange n white package... not too big.. not too heavy either!! abandoning ALL that i was doing (rather to my mother's annoyance..cos i was in d midst of unpacking my stuff to put to wash..) and ripped it open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Each of d family members had smth :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MUM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a beautiful fridge magnet for mums n a shared handmade card with dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;DAD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;an equally beautiful fridge magnet for dads.. and d card with mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A handmade bookmark, a fridge magnet and a "secret message" pen...(which my sister tot tat he wud be d kewl-est kid on d block... but it turned out that most of d kids in his class has one except him.. n he was eyeing for one... but he claims tat his will be d best amongst the rest!! heheheeh... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a lovely pink handmade card..with a lovely message..straight from d heart of a sister.. and a keychain that almost brought me to tears.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;i mean.. i always tot tat she never wanted me around... when i hung out with her &amp; her friends last time, she would discreetly tell me to butt off in her own way... even last year, she still was giving me a bit of d cold-shoulder when i got a lil too close...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n to see this all gone.. but a bridge between 2 sisters separated by continents... (literally!!! IM in russia n she's in NZ.. one in d north hemisphere n d other in d south.. its literally at opposite ends of d world!!!) and i so wish tat it could all disappear... and that we can spend ..even for just a couple of days... a bit of time together...d laughter... d jokes.. d stories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I dunno if she knows how much she's missed... (its not like she's not coming back) but if this doesnt change... it will be a good 3 more yrs at least before i see her in person again... and that is a bit too long... i dunno if i can cope.. but impossibilities are just not in God's vocabulary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So pray n pray hard i will... that a miracle can happen... and tat we will meet sooner than we both can imagine!!!&lt;/span&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 style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;on a different note....IM going to Muar for d IYC (International Youth Comference) tomorrow!! will only be back on Saturday evening..and im so looking forward to what we will receive this time!!! it will definitely be smth great!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;not to mention getting d chance to meet up a few friends i made last yr... ooooo........... i can;t wait!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-115609386032916015?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115609386032916015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=115609386032916015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/115609386032916015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/115609386032916015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/prc3lafter-weekend-away-in-harbours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-115582914747926417</id><published>2006-08-17T19:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:43:16.236+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Busy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Busy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This weekend onwards will be no rest for me... i have been looking forward to some action in my holidays ever since it started... but all d action also at d end of it wan... so sad.. but anyway.. i will be away from d cyber-world for a week.. not tat it will make any difference at all.. but still.. hehehe... just letting ya'll know ma.. heheheh..so d plan is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fri-Sun : (Santubong, Kuching, Swk) FBC leadership retreat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mon-Sat : (Muar,Johor) IYC ::International Youth Conference::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sun-Tues : Give d house a new coat of paint...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wed : Dentist appointment to haf my b-e-a-UTIFUL teeth professionally cleaned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thurs : Leave for KL (*sobs sobs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fri : Make student card (ISIC) &amp;amp; get sum stuff around.. maybe see wat's wrong with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;gicam's batt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sat : I'm OFF!!! (*yay!!*) Back to brain-work which i am kinda missing.. hehehe..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So yea... wat dya think?? ACTION huh... heheheh... well... thats all d time i haf tonite... i'm all packed for tomoro afternoon.. but in the morning i still have to go in for clinics... so yea.. beauty sleep awaits!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-115582914747926417?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115582914747926417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=115582914747926417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/115582914747926417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/115582914747926417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/busy-busy-busy-this-weekend-onwards.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-115497103401202536</id><published>2006-08-07T20:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:17:14.430+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;~Social Attachment~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Today was my 1st day of my attachment to Dr. Tan's clinic. She is a Pediatric Specialist.. and has her own clinic so she had asked me to come in for a 'social attachment'. I was really looking forward to doing smth productive this week rather than just staying at home &amp; basically doin nothing. Unfortunately, today, my brains still thought they were on holiday.. so they basically didnt function very well... but i think after a while, all they needed was a bit of warm up.. and i think i needed a bit more familiarity with what was asked...cos when it came to O&amp;amp;G questions, i had all the answers for her!! hehehe... (after making a fool of myself in the begining of the day... heheheh ) but its from your mistakes that you learn and make a better person out of yourself, right? and without mistakes, how then would you know where you actually stand? well.. at least i know my weaknesses now.. and yea.. i can correct it in the future!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well.. i know its a bit odd, but i really wanna thank Mdm Angileva n Mdm Anna Borisovna for the ability to answer the O&amp;amp;G questions.. hehehhe... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, my first day was interesting... i was taught how to connect congestions in the lungs with a road congestion...(dun believe they have anything in common? ask ME!! i'll gladly tell you now that it's stuck to my head!! heheheh )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;owh.. and that the normal body temperature is 36.5-37.4 C!!! hehehehe... and that there is 20 teeth in the 1st set of teeth and 32 in the 2nd (not 24 and 36 as i was guessing.... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;well.. i'm just curious to see what other blunders can i come up with in the next few days!! hahahah... til then... PRAY FOR ME!!! =P&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/28750681-115497103401202536?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115497103401202536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=115497103401202536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/115497103401202536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/115497103401202536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/social-attachmenttoday-was-my-1st-day.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-114943179055309058</id><published>2006-06-04T18:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:37:36.903+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;EXAMSSSSSSssss................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The season every student detests.. not because of the exam part... but the fact that you have to burn the midnight oil...cramm in all that info in such a short period of time.. trying to find the best way to get ALL that info to stay..... not to mention... the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKIN' HOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Who would ever think that 3 years will pass so fast... 4th year... and after the 5 theoretical exams at the end of 3rd year... now its the unbelievably tough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Operative Surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;finally... but not welcomed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Exam is in 3 weeks... do you think i will make it? Positive confession....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I WILL SIT FOR 1ST SITTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I WILL DO MY BEST COS I HAVE GOD'S FAVOUR&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:#3366ff;"&gt;I CAN FINISH STUDYING ALL THE QUESTIONS AND TASKS IN TIME&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:#66ff99;"&gt;I WILL FINISH THE ALLOCATED QUESTIONS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I WILL SEE GOD'S MIRACLE THROUGH THIS&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:#ffcc33;"&gt;I WILL LEARN A LESSON FROM IT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CAN DO IT&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/28750681-114943179055309058?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/114943179055309058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/114943179055309058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2006/06/examssssssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-114910364228689754</id><published>2006-05-31T21:35:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:27:22.296+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked out the window..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i saw the beauty of the promise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One that told the world it will never ever again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be destroyed forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to be told twice at once...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its just...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*SpEeChLeSs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/3050/1600/DSCF2406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/3050/320/DSCF2406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(seeing double)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/3050/1600/DSCF2407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/3050/320/DSCF2407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the other side)&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/28750681-114910364228689754?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/114910364228689754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/114910364228689754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-looked-out-window.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28750681.post-114859476652950757</id><published>2006-05-25T14:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T02:07:32.666+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lets give it a try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We'll see how it goes from here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Beauty of perfection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A glimpse of the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Welcome to my humble blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28750681-114859476652950757?l=babyturquoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/feeds/114859476652950757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28750681&amp;postID=114859476652950757' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/114859476652950757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28750681/posts/default/114859476652950757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyturquoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-give-it-try.html' title=''/><author><name>PiGGiE_LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241947516704163501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQVryG0ZVNE/SWooG9hdrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIe0K0qlE04/S220/DSCF0021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
