<?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-2085096306351019577</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:15:18.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escapades of abby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3784715216326153777</id><published>2009-10-21T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:17:22.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could only struggle for so long. Attending today’s interview just made me realize how much I really want to teach. Whatever questions they ask me, I could only answer if they asked me why teaching.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entering into the room was just the beginning; we were given an article to read. After that, it was a session where we had to introduce ourselves. When we had to explain why we chose that nature of the job, I just felt like running out of the room because I only had teaching on my mind. I attended the interview only to just give it a try (I don’t know how to explain why I am trying something I don’t like. The situation is really complicated.) A friend was telling me yesterday that we should always try and try and his words were like playing so loudly in my mind so I sat through.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I managed to come up with some answer but when the man was explaining to me the nature of the job, I found my mind wandering back to teaching. Then we had to take four tests to get through to the second round of the interview. I went to the place at 8.30am and could only leave at 3pm after all the tests. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personality, logistics, administrative and judgment tests – All of those also contributed to my wanting to run out of the room. But the “You’ve got to try” sentence kept appearing in my mind and I just stayed and tried to get through all of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They also asked what was my ideal career. My ideal career is one that I can relate to children. A job that is challenging will help me develop my character and gives me a sense of satisfaction when I help others. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the end of the day, I’m still wondering. Why? What am I really doing? I don’t want to be stuck in a job where I can’t put my heart in and regret it. Teaching is more of a job that I can relate to. I like children. I like teaching. I know I sound like I’m obsessed over teaching. I don’t know why. But I feel teaching was something in my life that I feel will enable me to help some of the children. It’s a meaningful job. For teaching, it would be my ideal career. But sometimes, the more you want something, it will just seem so out of reach. I hope my legs will grow longer and in time to come be able to reach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An ice-cream now would really help..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;andom Thought of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;You know it's love when you find yourself doing the following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;You find yourself daring to take a step to do the things that the other person likes. You'll find all the things that you almost dislike, you'll like. You do things differently because of the way the person has an impact on you. You think of the person more than yourself. Everything that happens, you want to share it with them most. You don’t care what others think because you will only care about what the person thinks about you. There is no room in your heart for another person. You are paying attention to all the minute details that doesn’t seem important. You don’t give up trying because you know that is what you want and without it, it’s pointless. It’s like nothing can take the place of him/her. Don't ever say I Love You if you don't mean it because although love is a simple word, it's not easy to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking. It is not easily angered or jealous. It keeps no record of wrong. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Love always trusts, always hopes, always protects, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, its hope and endurance. There are three things that last forever: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of them all is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-3784715216326153777?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3784715216326153777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3784715216326153777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3784715216326153777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3784715216326153777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-could-only-struggle-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5699991843681432598</id><published>2009-10-17T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:56:10.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expectations kill surprises. If someone you love can't commit in a relationship, it just shows the person is not ready to spend the rest of his or her life with you. And no matter how many times we fall in and out of love, how bad the experience is or how hurt we get, we try to pick ourselves up and along the way, when we meet someone worthy of it, we will be brave enough to love again. Every love experience is a lesson; good or bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lessons I've learnt from the 95 minutes long movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Character, patience, sincerity, kindness and love. Have it and I'll take notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-5699991843681432598?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5699991843681432598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5699991843681432598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5699991843681432598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5699991843681432598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/500-days-of-summer-expectations-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6498098098346687369</id><published>2009-10-14T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:31:07.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter who you are, how old you are, deep down, there is one thing we have in similar - to love and be loved in return. Love is amazing. It changes, it touches and it does miracles. It's because of love that we are still alive. It's because of it that we live. It's because of such an existence of a word that is so hard to describe that brings so much emotions in a human. And we all just want to find that someone that we can love and whom also loves us to do the little things in life for them; to fill their lives with joy, to share the pain and joy and to be a part of them. Love is a four letter word that can't be understood but it's more of an experience. And we all have our own ways, our language of love. And love is the greatest thing in life that one can experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6498098098346687369?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6498098098346687369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6498098098346687369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6498098098346687369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6498098098346687369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-matter-who-you-are-how-old-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-459732327369183551</id><published>2009-10-08T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:48:43.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am hereby at the crossroads of my life. Confused, frustrated, emotional and on the brink of going mad. All my life, I've never felt so strongly about doing anything except for this one time when I just don't need it. I wish this was like falling out of love. The wounds will heal with time. But with time, it just makes me feel more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-459732327369183551?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/459732327369183551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=459732327369183551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/459732327369183551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/459732327369183551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-hereby-at-crossroads-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-7891318158784264761</id><published>2009-09-25T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:16:02.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunny sunny little town,&lt;br /&gt;lives a girl with dreams of love.&lt;br /&gt;love those tiny little minds,&lt;br /&gt;like a diamond being refined.&lt;br /&gt;Dream big dream big little dreams,&lt;br /&gt;now she wonders how it'll be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-7891318158784264761?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7891318158784264761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=7891318158784264761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7891318158784264761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7891318158784264761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunny-sunny-little-town-lives-girl-with.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-7470790847718921083</id><published>2009-09-23T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:47:52.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As time goes by and reality sets in, the girl will let it go.&lt;div&gt;Failure is a part of life and its capable of making one grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it clouds your mind with negativity, and its discouraging,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember your dreams don't end and it's just another beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be a new start to every end you face and a lesson you can learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But pursue your dreams and not let it go if it keeps you going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For if you quit trying, you will never know what happened if you kept trying.&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/2085096306351019577-7470790847718921083?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7470790847718921083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=7470790847718921083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7470790847718921083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7470790847718921083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-time-goes-by-and-reality-sets-in.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-8831657652694693703</id><published>2009-09-23T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:27:27.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Girl's Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a girl who had a dream to touch the little lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be a friend, to give, to care and to show that she'll be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be with them through toughest times and be an inspiration,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To help them find their dreams and goals and do whatever she can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dream she hopes to always dream and remind her of the impact she can make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all these she believes is worthwhile when she sees those happy faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be part of their lives and to be remembered is what makes it all worth doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To care, to share, to love and be there and to never forget the times they shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-8831657652694693703?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8831657652694693703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=8831657652694693703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8831657652694693703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8831657652694693703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-dream-there-was-girl-who-had.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3566327965833276826</id><published>2009-09-15T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:15:09.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you have no idea what I am thinking and I have no idea what you are thinking. I have no idea what you think I am thinking and you have no idea about what I think you are thinking. You have no idea what I am thinking about what you are thinking about thinking because sometimes I don't even know what I am thinking. And even if I don't think about what I am thinking, it bothers me because I am thinking but I don't even know what. So maybe it is good to stop thinking because some things can never be solved through thinking and in times like this, it's good to remember&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and he shall direct your path." proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After so much about thinking, it just goes to show that thinking just gives you a headache and it's best to stop thinking so much and do something to stop yourself from thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord has been more than a friend to me and I know that I can always look to him. I don't have to fear because he will never lead me to where his grace cannot keep me. (:&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/2085096306351019577-3566327965833276826?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3566327965833276826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3566327965833276826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3566327965833276826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3566327965833276826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-have-no-idea-what-i-am-thinking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5949088401475300838</id><published>2009-09-09T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:15:29.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, I went back to the company I did my internship at. The place was still more or less the same but well mainly things have changed. There is a lot going on and people seem to be shuffling and some operations are left uncompleted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, when I was asked to go back, I was a little apprehensive. I did enjoy myself during the 6 months learning and complaining about doing administrative stuff that I detest but the Lord was gracious and had given me two great supervisors to guide me along. But still firstly, after pushing back my plans of going back to visit them many times, I felt that it would be awkward to reappear once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I would love to go back and would love working at that place but the thing is that the location of the place makes it so inconvenient for me to travel. whenever I am rushing, I always run into the trouble of getting stuck in a traffic jam or having too many people on the bus and long routes and when I take a taxi, it's so not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, my boss called me and asked me if I would be interested to go back to help the company. I thought why not go take a look? I mean no harm right? But well, after returning, I realized how much things have changed. It's true that they are surviving and doing well but the atmosphere just seems different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my internship days, there was so much fun I had that I think I should remember and treasure. I always looked forward to having lunch with my supervisors. They would randomly bring me to nice places to eat nearby and since I was a student, they subsidised my lunch if it was more than $10. Sometimes, they would just ask me to pay $5 or they would just treat me. After that, we would always go shopping at supermarkets when there was some more time left after lunch buying lots of munchies and snacks to have in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They brought me along to parties to expose me to the outside world. I remember the first time I attended such party was at Clarke Quay's Forbidden city after the Dance of the Dragon gala premiere with my 2nd supervisor. The club was decent and well it was my first time staying out late. He didn't push me to stay and all he said was if you have to go you can go but if you want to stay you can stay. He was nice, he showed me around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other following parties that I went to were Cleo magazine and another Health magazine party. They dared me to challenge my limits for the amount of beer I could take and well it was an eye opener. I did have my fair share of being sober and taking bus no.5 back after the party and also getting high after drinking beer and wine and having my supervisor to send me home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were so many fun times I had with them, I would take all day to put it into words. But at the same time, I wish I wouldn't forget this part of my life I went through. I grew and learnt and was introduced to nightlife and opened my eyes to see the world for myself. They pushed me beyond my limits so I could do better and protected me when I'm walking near the crocodile's mouth. They taught me and were patient and sometimes said things that were not nice to hear so that I would push myself and prove them wrong. They gave their opinions and said their share so I would improve. I am lucky to have had the experience they have given me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my internship ended, I felt happy to go back to school but at the same time it was hard to leave them and the fun that I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If both of them are no longer working, things wouldn't be the same. The fun, the challenges and the pushing. It was truly an unforgettable experience and I wish that things would be the same. But sometimes, we are like balls in the ball. If the ball spins, we will spin too. we just have to keep moving on. I miss working with them and I miss those days but seeing that they have moved on, well, I just wish them all the best and I hope they will be proud of the first intern they had. I hope the experience they had with me was comparable or better than mine. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/may_you_never_forget_what_is_worth_remembering-or/175757.html" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May you never forget what is worth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;remembering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, nor ever remember what is best forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;”&lt;/span&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/2085096306351019577-5949088401475300838?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5949088401475300838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5949088401475300838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5949088401475300838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5949088401475300838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/recently-i-went-back-to-company-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4006828750974731801</id><published>2009-08-18T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:27:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder why things don’t seem to be working out right. I’m doing relief teaching but most of the time, I am stuck in the office doing admin jobs that I absolutely detest. Ironic. The interview at some school went pretty ok but they still haven’t called. So I don’t know if I should go ahead and accept tuition offers or wait for them to call because really, I would rather teach at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting demoralized whenever I open my emails and I don’t seem to see any important mails except some junk notifications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t help when you go to school early in the morning and you face a computer that runs so slowly and it usually hangs faster than it responds to your clicks. On the brighter side, at least I get to surf the net. I miss Daniel Choo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the school, I have seen my fair share of teachers who love to teach and teachers who teach for a living. The difference can really be seen in the kids. I believe that a teacher play an important part of our lives. There might be once when you were a child, and you felt lost. Wasn’t it the teacher who would guide you and you would feel that things aren’t that bad after all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be a teacher. But when you know you have taught your students well, the sense of satisfaction that you get is more than satisfactory and it will be that that will keep you going on and on.. And that’s one of the reasons why I want to teach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-4006828750974731801?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4006828750974731801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4006828750974731801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4006828750974731801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4006828750974731801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wonder-why-things-dont-seem-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6053584803742445660</id><published>2009-08-07T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:39:11.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoy the company of my friends and will miss them when they move to the other side of the world.. Life's just like that. We can't have one person who will go through every phase of life with you. Maybe your parents would. But friends, no matter how close, would have different ambitions, aspirations and dreams. And soon, you might find yourself taking a different path from the rest, alone and uncertain. I'll miss hanging out often in the East with my friends and I certainly do hope that we will keep in contact. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I find my dreams amidst the chaos and recession that seems like a tide that is there but not really there, I am glad that my friends are happy and walking nearer towards finding out what they really want. All I know is that life is never a bed of roses. The grass will always be greener on the other side. But the more things that you realise you dislike, the closer you are to finding your dreams and what you like. Audrey always say that it is very seldom that people get to do what they like and they just have to learn to love what they do which I find is quite true. Because, you can never have the best of both worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping at Ikea and Popular for Audrey and Effie's dorm is really fun. I can feel the excitement and am excited for them too! I know Effie is excited to move in! I miss being a student. Wonder what kind of life would it be like for them for the days ahead. Haha. Can't wait to hear juicy gossips from them about each other's uncle agonies and the notes they will leave for each other when they are not in the dorm. Sounds really fun! And this sat, it's so exciting to help them move into their dorm. These 2 people can be really crazy when they want to be!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having said all that, I am sad to say that there are some friends that you will never want to talk about again and if you could take an eraser to erase the memories you had of them, you would just do it. Because when you find out how disgusting they can be and how shallow they are, you'll find yourself doing anything to rid off all the memories, pleasant or unpleasant. They are like pests in front of a person with a insecticide ready to spray anytime. Any sentence said, any incident mentioned, they should just be erased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see them on the streets, they will be a stranger I don't want to know. And if they come near me, I will take an eraser to erase them and draw them all over again so that the memories of them would be more pleasant. So if the guy likes to sweet talk, I will erase off his mouth and draw a mouth that is shut on him so that it can't be opened. (:&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/2085096306351019577-6053584803742445660?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6053584803742445660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6053584803742445660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6053584803742445660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6053584803742445660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-enjoy-company-of-my-friends-and-will.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-1703886607844133863</id><published>2009-08-06T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:04:34.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last last night, Lihyee told me she bought a new bike and we should go cycling on the streets in the night! Hahaha. But in the end, there were lightsticks on the floor in the park! Thank you Audrey, Effie and Lihyee for the birthday surprise! The lightsticks are really nice though I couldn't really read the words from my window! But I'm really glad! It looked beautiful on the ground too! Thank you for taking the time to come down and taking the effort to arrange the words! Your presence is appreciated too! It's a really nice birthday gift! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, I'll get a phone call at midnight. But this time, my phone didn't ring because sexy farmer sim is all the way in Aussie! But she did call me much later when it was close to one! Hahaha. Thank you sexy farmer sim for remembering to call me! I miss hanging out with you! Hope you're doing fine in the cold blue Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you everyone for the birthday wishes! I thank God for friends! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best birthday gift will be touring Europe with you and taking pictures on the carousel. Hahahaha. When the sun shines or when the stars hang in the sky? The return of my long lost legend.  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-1703886607844133863?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1703886607844133863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=1703886607844133863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1703886607844133863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1703886607844133863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-last-last-night-lihyee-told-me-she.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-9186481481996583381</id><published>2009-08-02T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:49:53.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, lies can be so real, its so hard not to believe. Eleven months ago, something really unpleasant and unexpected happened. When an explanation was demanded, I was left with reasons that were unreal and reasonings that were now proven as excuses. Along the way, besides picking up the pieces, stories were told by so many. Till today, I have no idea if it's the truth or a story made up by not so creative minds.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was he really a bad guy or were the both of them the same kind? Maybe that's why they could be such good friends. I don't understand why some people can take matters related to relationships so lightly. It just proves how much there really is in their brains. To me, being with someone is one matter and being in love is another altogether. You can be together with someone but if there was no love, there would be no us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year after everything happens, so much is revealed and the story unfolds. I have done what I ought to do but I think you will never learn. Your attitude towards love and your selfishness just proves that you have never learnt to love. You are so competitive, you are just trying to prove yourself all the time instead of enjoying something that's so magical. I can only wish you all the best and I really wish you weren't that shallow. But sometimes, a wish can only be a wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that time, if only I was closer to someone who gives good opinions than someone who is expressionless.. It might have changed the way things turned out today. But what's past is past and no amount of regret can bring you back to undo it. I made the choice so there is nothing to regret. This mistake just taught me to open my eyes and remember that things can be different from the surface compared to the inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought that good friends will stand by each other no matter what. And instead of competing with one another, they will know that unity is strength. But sadly, there are some that don't understand the meaning of friendship. If he told me you didn't care, I believed him because he was your good friend. But if you never said that, I would never know because we don't talk anymore. So maybe it doesn't matter and this thing is not entirely my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-9186481481996583381?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/9186481481996583381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=9186481481996583381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/9186481481996583381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/9186481481996583381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-lies-can-be-so-real-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5418016711794517</id><published>2009-07-31T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:16:42.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's so difficult to stick with a decision when everything seems so uncertain. When you think that you have come to a conclusion, there might be some other factors that will make you think otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should I really do? It still remains as a question and is giving me a headache. Uncertainty is killing me. It's so hard to be firm with the decisions that you have made. Whatever happened to the benefits of extra time? It's so easily forgotten when you think you've made the right decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is important but do I get the meaning of time waits for no man? Do I or do I not? Life is just full of questions and that's life. But I know I have a year for exploration. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-5418016711794517?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5418016711794517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5418016711794517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5418016711794517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5418016711794517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-so-difficult-to-stick-with-decision.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-2122335937321826791</id><published>2009-07-29T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:06:08.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There has been someone I've been wanting to meet ever since I was 14 years old but never had the chance.. 2 or 3 years ago, he became a lawyer. Ever since then, I have never seen him again. Seems like he was traveling around the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've realized there is so much to the world that I've yet to see. I am cooped up in this small world and being able to go to Hong Kong once has already made me so happy. If I get to go to Europe, I think I'll be insane every night. Sometimes, money does wonders. No wonder people say it can buy you happiness and for once I have to agree with them.. But, the right sentence would be money can buy you happiness temporarily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, I am young and reckless and I still have not found out the full meaning of life. I don't know what is my ambition and I feel like I am walking around an empty room aimlessly. Maybe sometimes, I will learn to sit down, face the wall and reflect. But sometimes, reflection gives me a headache. Am I up to it to do what I am doing now? When I get a headache, I will choose to stand up and walk around again. What should I do? God, show me the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have a question.. Which of the following is the correct statement? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A)I have never walk on mars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B)I have never walked on mars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have realized that we are so used to speaking in Singlish that it sounds like normal English sometimes even though it's wrong. I've always had in mind that English Language is the easiest subject to teach but I have proved myself wrong today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English Language is like a game without the manual. You don't know where to start teaching from and there are no instructions. You play the game and if you get it, you get it. If you don't you just have to keep playing till you get it. And the more you play it, maybe the more you'll get better at it. And if you don't have interest in the game, you'll never get it. By the way, I am talking about the English that they learn in primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we could speak proper english, it would sound beautiful. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-2122335937321826791?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2122335937321826791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=2122335937321826791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2122335937321826791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2122335937321826791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-has-been-someone-ive-been-wanting.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5423428397024315455</id><published>2009-07-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:28:43.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes we get so caught up with our own lives in our own little world that we forget to see the big picture and do the things we ought to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-5423428397024315455?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5423428397024315455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5423428397024315455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5423428397024315455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5423428397024315455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-we-get-so-caught-up-with-our.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5382759373857627274</id><published>2009-07-13T00:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:13:11.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know there is the internet, there is the phone. But its so different having the real one so near, living on this sunny island with you. To get a reply in exchange of a sentence, it could easily take one to fifteen minutes. And it doesn't really help when the internet connection is slow. Sometimes the eagerness to know how you are doing reaches its limit and kills the spark. And it doesn't help either when you know that the number you dial will not be answered by the voice you wish to hear. And the feeling of chasing the very last train when we all know it's too late is all too familiar. Now, we're gonna be seas and islands apart. From ten over kilometers to thousands of kilometers away. I do miss you and I hope you will do just fine. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&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/2085096306351019577-5382759373857627274?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5382759373857627274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5382759373857627274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5382759373857627274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5382759373857627274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-there-is-internet-there-is-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-9161256579205402998</id><published>2009-07-01T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:56:31.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its annoying when you can't tell good from bad because there are grey areas between black and white. Now I feel like the piece of wood you see in the ocean alongside lots of lifebuoy. I miss the times where I could often be found at Arab Street. I just want to escape to that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-9161256579205402998?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/9161256579205402998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=9161256579205402998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/9161256579205402998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/9161256579205402998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-annoying-when-you-cant-tell-good.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5278195033668473395</id><published>2009-06-29T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:09:24.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 more days before I tell myself its just 730 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-5278195033668473395?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5278195033668473395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5278195033668473395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5278195033668473395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5278195033668473395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-more-days-before-i-tell-myself-its.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4744252370498255566</id><published>2009-06-23T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:37:15.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In this time of uncertainty, is taking a course better than looking for a job? Sometimes, I feel if you give in to people and they know you are nice, they take it for granted and make use of you. Just because I don't say anything, it doesn't mean I am fine with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-4744252370498255566?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4744252370498255566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4744252370498255566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4744252370498255566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4744252370498255566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-this-time-of-uncertainty-is-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3141938621427900514</id><published>2009-06-12T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:48:11.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgetting is easier than forgiving. But for someone like you, both the former and latter is hard to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A Random &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things in common is a bridge that can be built. - Christina Dodd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People stay together because they are similar, also because they are different. But for the same reasons they came together in the first place, it might also be the same reasons they use to stay away from each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-3141938621427900514?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3141938621427900514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3141938621427900514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3141938621427900514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3141938621427900514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/06/forgetting-is-easier-than-forgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-8891417431807383802</id><published>2009-06-12T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:37:49.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know that everyone does something wrong sometimes. But don't you find this whole thing very absurd? The more I know, the more everything falls into place, more truths become lies, and the more I find you so detestable, so horrendous. It's true what they say, you are selfish. Everyone is selfish I know, who doesn't care about themselves? But the extent of your selfishness is beyond my understanding and what I can bear with. And the things you do and the lies you tell just shows how much you know how to respect someone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And probably the whole thing might be a lie, or you might be just doing something comparable to buying crumplers to compare with your friends to show how good you are. But a lie will never be better than the truth. If you wanted to triumph in everything you do, you've lost this time round. If I could, I never want to have anything to do with you again. Because probably only maybe 10% of what you say is true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are like a mouse lusting after a cheese on a mousetrap. You think you are so smart, you can outdo the mousetrap but you trap yourself. If you love your cheese, you won't even go near the mousetrap and give it a chance to trap you and sacrifice your cheese just for your pleasure. Oh but sadly, I guess you will probably not understand what I'm saying about the cheese because what you feel for it is just pure lust.&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/2085096306351019577-8891417431807383802?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8891417431807383802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=8891417431807383802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8891417431807383802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8891417431807383802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-that-everyone-does-something.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4392638335046927174</id><published>2009-06-02T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:12:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;The planets in the universe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;And the only thing we have in common now is that only one place. And the last place that I ever saw you again. But this time, I won't run up to you with open arms and neither would you say hi if you see me. Because you like running and have ran forward - chasing another.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because although we are on earth, we are now like two different souls in different worlds not having anything to do with each other. And like the planets in space, we will only bid hellos and goodbyes when our planets are spinning and we happen to pass each other on the axis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like how they pass each other, its akin to the time we have to even bother to say hello. And who knows when will the next time be when we meet? Because to me, meeting you is like being a planet spinning around the axis, waiting to meet another planet in the universe. And talking to you is like waiting for candies to drop from the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we hang on to these memories so tightly for the only reason that memories won't change even when everything does. And for times like these, you'll be glad you can't time travel and change the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-4392638335046927174?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4392638335046927174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4392638335046927174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4392638335046927174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4392638335046927174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/06/planets-in-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-538605143462128115</id><published>2009-05-28T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:46:24.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Effie! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Somehow if the train leaves, i can't stop it from leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just glad I got onto the train at the right time and at the right place. What mattered was the journey. It left me memories I can recall and lessons that can be learnt. I know one day I would have to get off the train like how I first got on. If I have reached my destination, I would have to alight and the train would still have to carry on with its journey. I can't force a moving train to stop, not even death. No matter what happens to you - whether you will carry on taking trains or not, the trains will still have to carry on with its journey. You'll miss the ride but still, you've got to catch the next ride. You'll never know which train you'll like best if you never forget about the unpleasant memories of the past ride. Hang on to the beautiful memories and forget the unpleasant ones. Then one day, you will find the train you really like. And it will be a train that stops at where you stop and goes to where you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-538605143462128115?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/538605143462128115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=538605143462128115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/538605143462128115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/538605143462128115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-effie-somehow-if-train.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3779722196135459737</id><published>2009-05-21T03:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:26:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I not have a problem when I message you but when I message my friends, error messages start showing up. Its so weird. My phone loves you or does it miss you or what is wrong with it seriously? Lol. So did you receive the message or did you ignore it? Ohhh its going to remain a mystery like how your life and mine is now. That funny feeling is not fading so we are never going to talk. But you look so happy. As always. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations dear.&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/2085096306351019577-3779722196135459737?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3779722196135459737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3779722196135459737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3779722196135459737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3779722196135459737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-do-i-not-have-problem-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-1243165803724126694</id><published>2009-05-19T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:00:00.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Although things are a little different from what I expected, I am still glad and know everything happens for a reason. When things came to this stage, I thought I would hate you but I guess I don't anymore. We can never expect everything to go on smoothly and not everyone is perfect. I mean even I can't do things right sometimes so how can I expect the same for others? I guess the most important thing is to learn from it and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I'll just let it pass and I like how things are like now anyway. I always liked it that way. I don't know why I let other factors convince me otherwise. I guess not only you are to blame. I had a part to play for not making it work out right too. Whatever it is, this was hard to understand all along when two pieces don't fit well together. Maybe I shouldn't be so stubborn or adamant about believing in something you can't do because maybe its just the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-1243165803724126694?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1243165803724126694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=1243165803724126694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1243165803724126694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1243165803724126694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/05/although-things-are-little-different_7933.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3952327937847116396</id><published>2009-05-19T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:30:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm bad at describing events that happen in my life. So I'm sorry if its boring. Maybe pictures would be more interesting. They can be found on facebook. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't do much because they only allowed us to check in at 4pm. Hahaha. The staff gave us two complimentary drinks when my friend stared at him. So we went to the bar and drank. I had some grapefruit drink with vodka I think. It tasted so weird. Then we didn't do much after except walking around the shopping centre beside the hotel. We ate pizza hut. Then we went shopping at the supermarket (bought kiwi). We also bought one tub of Haagen Dazs ice cream! But then the fridge not cold enough, everything melted so we drank ice cream. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Effie, Aud, Lihyee and Tracy at Yau Ma Tei. Had lunch at the hotel's cafe then we went shopping at Ladies Street and Langham Shopping Centre. Met up with polly in the night. She treated us to a great meal. Hahaha. Then she brought us to Argyle Centre. OMG. (we visited that place 3 times) We shopped until like close to 12am? When we came out, all the shops already closed.. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Ocean Park. Nothing much to say about that place. Think KL's Sunway Lagoon more interesting. The only funny thing is that we keep playing those funny games like throwing rings around the bottle neck and using bean bags to hit the cans because Lihyee wanted the soft toy. Hahaha. The games are not easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view at The Peak was very beautiful but couldn't take much pictures.. By the time we had dinner, it was 8pm. We went to Mongkok to eat. They gave all of us so much rice only Aldrin finished his. After that we went Argyle centre (2nd visit) and then we ate desserts. Audrey and Lihyee were competing to see who finished first. In the end Lihyee was the last to finish because she keep laughing at nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day was dedicated to shopping. Lihyee came to Shatin to take pictures with snoopy. Omg. She was so excited she was running around the whole place taking pictures with every snoopy that could be found there. We went maxim to eat and ordered so much food! In the end, we had to play some guessing number game to make people finish up the food. hahaha. Then we went to Central's H&amp;amp;M. I swear the place is not like very very fantastic but still can find things to buy there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to see the Avenue of Stars at Tsim Sha Tsui. It was so freaking cold. The night scenery is beautiful. Effie wasn't feeling very well so she couldn't join us for dinner. ): But she bought mcmuffin to eat for dinner. Haha. We ate at the hotel's cafe again and their bread is so hard. (my teeth hurts because of it) After that we went to Temple Street. By the time we were shopping halfway, they were already closing their stalls. So lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to Ladies street and Argyle Centre(3rd visit). see how much we loved Argyle centre? (: After that we went to this shopping mall where they have factory outlets for lots of brands. But we didn't manage to buy much stuff because we had only like half an hour to shop. Effie and Audrey bought KFC from there. Lol. Then we met up at airport and had the most rushed dinner in my life. After that all of us were rushing for our plane. Like last call already then we were so scared we couldn't reach on time. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that the 5 days are over, I miss Hong Kong so much. I knew it was going to be over so fast because we were having so much fun. I miss meeting up with all of my friends in the morning and listening to their nonsense. Like once, they were talking too much on the train and they missed the stop that they were supposed to alight at. They realized it only when they were like 5 or 6 stops away from the stop they were supposed to alight. Hahaha. And this Audrey lost one side of her shoe and Lihyee's dustbin had no cover. Effie called me at night to talk to me and told me about her bathing adventure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lihyee is forever laughing at nothing and everything. Audrey is so chirpy and happy. Effie always say the funniest things when we stop laughing. Tracy is the shopping queen. Aldrin helped us with the directions and translations. Thank you all of you for making this trip an enjoyable one. I miss my friends and the milk tea. If only I could meet up with them everyday.. But I know we are all so busy! If we could meet up at least once a week, I would be very happy already! But still, I am glad that they still went on with the trip despite the swine flu. Hope to see you guys soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Hong Kong but without all of you, I don't think I will love Hong Kong that much! (:&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/2085096306351019577-3952327937847116396?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3952327937847116396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3952327937847116396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3952327937847116396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3952327937847116396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-bad-at-describing-events-that-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-1415215747079933737</id><published>2009-05-11T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:11:51.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends can lift you up and make you feel like they are throwing you into the sky!&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all your encouragement and well-wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care all of you and see you guys soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care my bimbos too! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-1415215747079933737?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1415215747079933737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=1415215747079933737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1415215747079933737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1415215747079933737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends-can-lift-you-up-and-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6332747244262872018</id><published>2009-05-10T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:46:15.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A boy his age, I never expected his thoughts to portray an impressive level of maturity in the things he thinks about. I was glad to sit there and listen because it was interesting the things he had to say. I was listening to him intently without even realizing it myself, and was looking forward to the following sentence that he had in mind. He kept people's mind rolling. Maybe its his hidden talent. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun sitting near the sea and looking at the waters while enjoying the breeze and listening to your horrible singing. Thank you my friend. &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/2085096306351019577-6332747244262872018?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6332747244262872018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6332747244262872018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6332747244262872018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6332747244262872018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/05/boy-his-age-i-never-expected-his.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-7103384323548824833</id><published>2009-05-08T01:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:26:54.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;That Familiar Cologne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; triggered her memories. Or was it her friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started out with something you created with nothing. You were subdue, smart and sincere. She thought it was something that was quite impossible. But she fell into it without realization. You sacrificed, you gave, you cared. She had so much fun with you, she was always looking forward to the dates with you. The dates were fun, out of the ordinary, not those usual movies and dinners but exhibitions, playgrounds and beautiful sights and streets. Her habits were also changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People either hated you or liked you. But she loved you, hated you, felt for you. That confusion, that frustration she felt after you left, she will never understand. She walks around in hope of understanding. But all she gets are voices of confusion in her head sending beads of tears rolling down those cheeks. Those silent tears was a result of all those strong feelings for you, all those things she did for you. She never regretted. She felt that it was all worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always had a way to put that smile back on her face. You never once made her unhappy for long. But the time that you ever did, you never bothered about the smile on her face anymore. And people could tell her smile was just a false front. Behind it lies a sad story that she keeps inside her, unable to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only regret she would probably have would be that she would never be able to talk to you again. She could only stare at your back, stare at your hair. And behind your cold brown eyes, she can feel the avoidance to speak or even think of that passionate love that both of you shared. Nobody would understand. Not even her, not even you. You choose to run, she chose to hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She continued on with life knowing she would become stronger than before. She just had to try. But she didn't know she was too confused to trust again. She just let it go. She was too tired trying to hold back. She believed nothing was worth it anymore. You left her to pick up the pieces. No you didn't bother. It meant nothing anymore. She took the gamble and lost. The price she had to pay for the gamble didn't hurt as much as losing you. It couldn't even be compared to one tenth of what she went through on days without you. But she found herself back in your arms again; comfort found from your originalities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She never kept it away. It was always on her wall, always. She never could take it down because it was so special, too special to be hidden underneath, just somewhere for the dust to settle on. And that familiar cologne that you wear, she would never forget. It brings back memories. And those memories, she would always be so proud to recall. It never failed to bring back that smile while she speaks of those memories. The only difference about that smile is the bittersweet look of it after reminiscing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read her thoughts. "This love is special and those memories are created by you and me. A perfect love was never easy to begin with. At least you and I grew so much from it." &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/2085096306351019577-7103384323548824833?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7103384323548824833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=7103384323548824833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7103384323548824833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7103384323548824833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-familiar-cologne-triggered-her.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-8068558547253183809</id><published>2009-05-03T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:47:51.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as life goes on, you learn, you fall, you crumble, you find friends more precious than what you've lost. You will realize that this world is so huge and there are so much more beautiful things out there hidden so that you can have the fun of exploring and discovering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When bad things in life happen to you one by one, you'll find yourself so lost. Whatever you do, you feel so bad about yourself. When you fail to trust even your strongest feelings, you'll soon regret not trusting yourself and having so much hope on something that was so hopeless. (Don't tell me you don't when you still do. You're just lying.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're right. I can't do what she can do because I am not her. We are two different people and we work in two different ways. You are too blinded by what you are trying to find that you can't appreciate what is right in front of your eyes. And I am not going to try to be like her because I am who I am and I like it. It's too bad that you don't know how to appreciate it. No two people can be identical because even twins have different thumbprints. And the varieties are what makes the world so colorful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think back, I ask why and I know I was just lying to myself. When I  found it slipping out of my hands, I lie to myself that as long as I try my best, its possible. But since it was already going to slip, no matter how I try, it's still going to drop out of my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that the truth always hurts. But its so much better than hearing lies. Lying to myself would be miserable since I hate it if people lied to me. I mean who would like to listen to a lie? And how much truth can there be in a lie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a beautiful piece of art. You're the artist and whatever you do, its your masterpiece, your interpretation. It makes so much more sense when you've seen the bigger picture of everything.&lt;br /&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/2085096306351019577-8068558547253183809?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8068558547253183809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=8068558547253183809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8068558547253183809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8068558547253183809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-as-life-goes-on-you-learn-you-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-8743110961088490137</id><published>2009-05-02T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:35:33.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The irony of ironies is that the grass on the other side is always greener. &lt;div&gt;its the most valid reason. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-8743110961088490137?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8743110961088490137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=8743110961088490137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8743110961088490137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8743110961088490137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/05/irony-of-ironies-is-that-grass-on-other.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-306162043757511301</id><published>2009-04-26T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:33:12.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for bringing me back to my favorite hangout place. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-306162043757511301?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/306162043757511301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=306162043757511301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/306162043757511301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/306162043757511301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-for-bringing-me-back-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-8870532874384909965</id><published>2009-04-20T03:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:13:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like what I've expected. It's just replaying everything I imagined. &lt;div&gt;I will remember what you told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember the advise you gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When a guy totally loses his feeling, there is nothing much you can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will come up with a thousand and one excuses not to be with you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe yours wasn't an excuse would be a lie. Because it is an excuse and will always be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my reasons for what I do. It's just that you never asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess you won't listen now to whatever I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because everything won't make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because everything I do will seem stupid to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just go on. I'll watch you ride on your bike and wave goodbye to your back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that when something is really that important to you, you will try no matter how hard it takes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving up easily is the best form of escapism and also the most impulsive way to solve matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you'll choose the easy way out because you never fought for what you loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because everyone is different in their way of solving matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because sometimes the best for now is all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe because you never loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I know I've tried and did all I can even though it wasn't easy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Karmen for your company! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-8870532874384909965?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8870532874384909965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=8870532874384909965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8870532874384909965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8870532874384909965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-what-ive-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-641139948765024296</id><published>2009-04-14T16:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:28:48.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;下雨天了 怎么办 我好想你&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-641139948765024296?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/641139948765024296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=641139948765024296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/641139948765024296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/641139948765024296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-1938822505083034874</id><published>2009-04-12T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:21:28.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Although the camp this time cannot be compared to last year's FO, I still had my share of fun with the bimbos and himbos. So I would like to thank all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Captain Bimbo Hannah: Thank you for taking so many unglam photos and letting me upload it. You're lively and hyper and thank you for singing us to sleep every night. I don't know why but we are always laughing at nothing. I had lots of fun with you during camp. So much memories with the bicycles, endless eating and endless laughter. It's nice talking to you aloud in the middle of the night wondering why someone important to us was angry. I had so much fun clearing the log store and doing all the decorations and awards with you. Thanks for making us so wet during water games day. In the end you had to clean the toilet. Lol. Since you didn't get any awards, I shall award you the best actress of FO. (: Can't wait to see your debut performance in Little Nonya 2! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Demure Bimbo Charlene: Although you were always missing during day zero and day one in camp, thank you still for coming for camp! Your presence made a difference! It's fun talking bimbo language to you! Hahaha. I think if we ever had to trust someone during water games, I guess it has to be you! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sotong Bimbo Sarah: Ehhh you are so fun to disturb whenever you are on the phone. Hahaha. You will go missing then reappear with your phone smiling at the air. With the constant refilling of water and pushing it out of the toilet, I've realised that you are not only a sotong store lady, you are also a strong store lady! With you in the store, everything is in order! And thank you for hiding the mahjong! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pervetic Bimbo Glenda: It's great to have you back to visit us during camp! It's fun to be able to make you as wet as us during water games! Thank you for helping us with the refilling of water too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And girls what did we learn during camp? That first aid box scissors can cut masking tape! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Himbo Aldrin: Haha. I know you had fun during camp. All rounded logger - mahjong, poker, tai di, everything also play right. Thank you for cycling around to pass things to stations or else one of us have to be balancing badly on the bicycle again. I enjoy talking to you when we are all walking to the swimming pool in the serenity of the night. And thank you for buying instant noodles for all of us to eat in the middle of the night. It's funny on the last day of camp how you had to smile when you took photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Himbo Coburn: Thank you for that two bottles of honey! You're a great welfare because I am always able to find food to eat. Yummy. I know you're always the one that is running round school to get things done for the log heads. Thank you so much! It has been hard on you! But its fun to have you around in camp! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Himbo Hanlin: I had fun pouring water on you during the last day of camp. Haha. I hope you had fun during the camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Spy Ben: So just because Hannah give all the girls your number, you very happy right! Thank you for your blessings during the camp. The video will be posted up soon so you can bless people internationally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Although you are all himbos, you are important to us during this camp because when you are needed to carry heavy things, it brings out the man in you. Be a man, do the right thing. Be a himbo, when there is nothing right to do. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you fellow bimbos and himbos. I hope all of you had fun tooo! Cheers loggers! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Abby&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/2085096306351019577-1938822505083034874?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1938822505083034874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=1938822505083034874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1938822505083034874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1938822505083034874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/04/although-camp-this-time-cannot-be.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-2521117211336382410</id><published>2009-03-24T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:44:30.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;when will i see you again?&lt;br /&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/2085096306351019577-2521117211336382410?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2521117211336382410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=2521117211336382410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2521117211336382410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2521117211336382410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-will-i-see-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6306536039895550602</id><published>2009-03-22T19:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:10:34.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;When Boredom Kicks In.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so freaking bored stuck at home listening to the deafening silence thats playing repeatedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Then again, i'm sitting right in front of my laptop thinking. See I don't like not having anything to do because I will just start thinking about life which might be a good thing in some ways or a bad thing in some other ways. So recently I got a job at Buddy at Pasir Ris. People ask me why do I want to take up a job that only pays me $4.50 an hour and not look for other jobs.. But what they don't know is that not many people are hiring now and asking me to do an admin job which would pay me more is not what I would like to do. I guess I am not one that likes to sit in front of a desk and not know if its rainy or sunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know but it could be because when I was young, my mum worked in an F&amp;amp;B place and I have been following her around. Then when she worked in an office, I helped my uncle sell noodles at his stall. I could have some interest in the F&amp;amp;B industry without even myself realizing it? I mean working in the F&amp;amp;B industry allows me to be so close to food. Its like wow. I feel so happy looking at waffles, cakes and milkshakes. I mean for someone like me who loves food, it makes me happy and going to work isn't much of a drag except for that distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I went back to work recently (at some other place) and was told that my priorities are all wrong and whatever that can be wrong is wrong. (I know they nag at me because they care.) But the thing is that I feel in life, the important thing is to be happy. I can earn millions and zillions but it can't buy happiness. At least I know I enjoy what I do for now. But I also know I can't do this forever. (Maybe sometimes I am just not good at expressing myself, they think I don't know what I'm doing.)  Of course, I will look for a full time job after I had my share of fun. Afterall, how many times am I going to get such a long holiday and have the chance to travel with my friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I might not be backpacking in Europe or flying to France but at least I get to enjoy a holiday with my beloved friends. Its not the destination, its the company. And I know organizing a trip is not easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And its been so long since I last wrote so much (Oh my. I just saw the post. Its long.) and writing so much can be a bad thing because they say sometimes the lesser words you say, the lesser people will have to say about you. But then, Im bored now so why don't you say something so that I won't be bored. (:&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/2085096306351019577-6306536039895550602?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6306536039895550602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6306536039895550602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6306536039895550602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6306536039895550602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-boredom-kicks-in.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-8833613703344863261</id><published>2009-03-20T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:31:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so much to say and ask but the time is limited.&lt;div&gt;It doesn't help when you don't tell me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and days just go by with nothing said and asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-8833613703344863261?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8833613703344863261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=8833613703344863261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8833613703344863261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8833613703344863261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-so-much-to-say-and-ask-but-time.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-541234819270844626</id><published>2009-03-17T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:45:52.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Effie! I am so sorry for all the troubles caused. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-541234819270844626?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/541234819270844626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=541234819270844626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/541234819270844626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/541234819270844626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/03/effie-i-am-so-sorry-for-all-troubles.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-7138690632541026140</id><published>2009-03-17T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:39:07.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;whenever something happens, always ask yourself if you had anything to do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't point the finger when something happens and push the blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you weren't in the wrong, then go ahead and point the finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, you would be in the wrong thereafter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why not just talk it out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-7138690632541026140?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7138690632541026140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=7138690632541026140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7138690632541026140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7138690632541026140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/03/whenever-something-happens-always-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3780714400137329412</id><published>2009-03-16T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:45:34.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work and sleep is slowly becoming a form of escapism for me.&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/2085096306351019577-3780714400137329412?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-488344852926895651</id><published>2009-03-15T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:29:45.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;When the night falls and the rain pours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;the wind blows and the window fogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Closed my eyes and thoughts of you filled my mind.&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/2085096306351019577-488344852926895651?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-1488034616214028866</id><published>2009-02-28T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:32:31.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;One Day Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will I have a chance to tell you I have a dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What will you do if I told you I need help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Would you keep the secret I told you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will you know if I need to solve a riddle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;We are like friends for one out of seven days in a week right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or maybe like a season parking coupon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;fifty cents or one dollar?&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/2085096306351019577-1488034616214028866?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1488034616214028866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=1488034616214028866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1488034616214028866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1488034616214028866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you-know-if-i-never-told-you-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5050126604173522576</id><published>2009-02-27T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:17:26.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometimes, how much a person loves you depends on how much you let the person love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'll tell you a secret if you keep it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-5050126604173522576?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5050126604173522576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5050126604173522576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5050126604173522576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5050126604173522576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-tell-you-secret-if-you-keep-it.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4478370386759082738</id><published>2009-02-24T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:02:24.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am so glad that Med Law is finally over. It wasn't easy waiting to take the paper for one week. You have so much mixed feelings pent up inside! I had fun studying with Lihyee though! She is such a nice study partner because food breaks are included in! Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Those days were torture for me when food couldn't be broken down into smaller pieces. Well but I am lucky I get to taste different kinds of porridge every meal! It's sweet when someone places themself in your shoes to share your pain. &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/2085096306351019577-4478370386759082738?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4478370386759082738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4478370386759082738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4478370386759082738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4478370386759082738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-glad-that-med-law-is-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6861449553518760374</id><published>2009-02-12T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:26:22.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Lake House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If I ever had the chance, will I go back to the place that only we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Or maybe this could be the end of everything, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So why don't we go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;To somewhere only we know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maybe because memories will flood my brain and I will be overloaded with too much nutrition.&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/2085096306351019577-6861449553518760374?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6861449553518760374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6861449553518760374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6861449553518760374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6861449553518760374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/02/lake-house-if-i-ever-had-chance-will-i.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3192153115982529204</id><published>2009-02-07T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:28:46.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Invisible Coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Russell left Adele all by herself. She had no one to talk to about it, no one to confide in. She cried, she thought, she fought and pondered. Then one day, she received a parcel. She opened it and found a beautiful coat inside. She wore it and looked in the mirror. She screamed because she couldn't see herself. She took of the coat and realized later that the coat could actually make her invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Adele took the coat and did so many things she couldn't. She went on a trip, scared people who bullied others, taught the bad-hearted a lesson. But there was one thing she wanted to do. One last thing she would do before she would keep the coat in the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;She wanted Russell to be happy. So imagine what she did? (:&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/2085096306351019577-3192153115982529204?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3192153115982529204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3192153115982529204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3192153115982529204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3192153115982529204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/02/invisble-coat-russell-left-adele-all-by.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-7362680966114884503</id><published>2009-01-24T02:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:55:42.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Roti Kirai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I made a new discovery about an indian food on my way to eat chinese food thanks to Tracy Tham!let me introduce you the Roti Kirai that Tracy introduced me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;See this thing that looks so curly wurly! Its the making of a Roti Kirai! Its not completed. A few more rounds will be needed to make it look wholesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SXoRwTXungI/AAAAAAAAAZA/CceiCPfEAQg/s400/rotijala.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294563833458630146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yea! I know what you are thinking. Dont you find that it looks delicious?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Its really nice and i think it tastes better than Roti Prata and its yellow and it has many small holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And guess what is the best part? It costs only 60cents! Which means people like me who has a one dollar coin can eat it and have 40 cents change to contribute to the amount I pay for the next Roti Kirai I eat! And they also provide curry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So anyway, I think this Roti Kirai is like a relationship. Because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1. You know it has so many holes and it looks so messy and entangled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The more entangled and messier the kirai gets, the harder it is to break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In a relationship that is entangled and messy, it is not easy to break away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. You need to know the right time to flip it so you won't destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3. It is fragile if you don't build the foundation well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4.  you might like it but too much of it might make you sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5. going in circles creates the entanglement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The only difference between it and the relationship is that curry makes the kirai taste better but I cant say the same for a relationship. If only humans were easily satisfied and boys are easily pleased when their girlfriends feed them curry. oh well. (:&lt;/span&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/2085096306351019577-7362680966114884503?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7362680966114884503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=7362680966114884503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7362680966114884503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7362680966114884503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/01/roti-kirai-so-yesterday-i-made-new.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SXoRwTXungI/AAAAAAAAAZA/CceiCPfEAQg/s72-c/rotijala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4268803943558732827</id><published>2009-01-04T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:15:56.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;when she really found out who he really was, when it sank in, she felt like a bird flying out of a cage, hopping around on the grass. The feeling of knowing that one doesn't really matter at all made her feel so out of control. Its like a feeling that gets you higher than drinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;He might have found a new direction, had funny thoughts before making his decision. He might have been so glad, might have regretted. He might as well just be glad he handled the situation so well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;yeaaa. i dont want to have any contact with you either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;k bye.&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/2085096306351019577-4268803943558732827?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4268803943558732827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4268803943558732827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4268803943558732827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4268803943558732827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-she-really-found-out-who-he-really.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-7442972570901398365</id><published>2008-12-29T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:52:39.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SVeuntgr5KI/AAAAAAAAAYs/nPJw5KbFIW0/s1600-h/green-apple.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;An apple and a worm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SVeuntgr5KI/AAAAAAAAAYs/nPJw5KbFIW0/s400/green-apple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284884684997387426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The picture of a worm in an apple came to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If I see a worm in the apple, what would I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Rather than think about losing an apple to eat and wasting an apple, maybe I could think that I am feeding a hungry worm and making it happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You never know how happy the worm might be having the whole apple to itself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-7442972570901398365?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7442972570901398365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=7442972570901398365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7442972570901398365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7442972570901398365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/12/apple-and-worm-picture-of-worm-in-apple.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SVeuntgr5KI/AAAAAAAAAYs/nPJw5KbFIW0/s72-c/green-apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5388785333017946846</id><published>2008-12-25T02:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:02:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Christmas made me miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I wish not for presents and not for fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I just hope everything could be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;and you would tell me let's play a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;but its all just not going to be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;cos you might have already forgotten my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But all I wish for this christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;is just to have back the friendship we used to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish i could, I wish i may, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish upon the star today.&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/2085096306351019577-5388785333017946846?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5388785333017946846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5388785333017946846&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I revisited a beautiful place where I spent one of the happiest week of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But it felt more like an empty shell with only memories left of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Memories that makes one wonder and smile and also memories that make you feel like the world is closing in on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I tried, I fought, I reasoned but sometimes it seems so easy yet sometimes it seems so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I can only say that "ifs" don't bring you back for you to undo your regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And dwelling on something sad is being unfair to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Because when you let go, you can find so many other ways to have fun. :)&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/2085096306351019577-3131491088691282266?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3131491088691282266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3131491088691282266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3131491088691282266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3131491088691282266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/12/shell-i-revisited-beautiful-place-where.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4902268698592293772</id><published>2008-12-17T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:52:57.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Aud, thanks for helping me today. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, and your snowman, aromatic coloured sand and folded stars!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes your thousand and one ideas made me laugh for quite some time in Ikea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont worry. You will meet your snowman this christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-4902268698592293772?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4902268698592293772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4902268698592293772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4902268698592293772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4902268698592293772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/12/aud-thanks-for-helping-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-2957743561370837092</id><published>2008-12-17T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:52:37.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SUfpGbaRUJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/sG2ZYb1hAJk/s1600-h/Prince_and_Princess_by_llwild1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SUfpGbaRUJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/sG2ZYb1hAJk/s400/Prince_and_Princess_by_llwild1992.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280445384761626770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our memories makes us who we are. &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/2085096306351019577-2957743561370837092?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2957743561370837092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=2957743561370837092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2957743561370837092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2957743561370837092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-memories-makes-us-who-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SUfpGbaRUJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/sG2ZYb1hAJk/s72-c/Prince_and_Princess_by_llwild1992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3970892959004132938</id><published>2008-12-13T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:28:20.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;T-Shirt Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SUKNTsuSQbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sLwGe-o4Trc/s1600-h/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SUKNTsuSQbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sLwGe-o4Trc/s400/front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278937082793968050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We can use sam's design for the front or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SUKMr_qy-8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/xzb7a3aC2UI/s1600-h/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SUKMr_qy-8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/xzb7a3aC2UI/s400/back.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278936400684841922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pls let us know if we missed out anyone or if you guys dont like it, like it or want to change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a rough one. If you dont like your picture, send us your favourite picture so we can edit it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby &amp;amp; Aud (:&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/2085096306351019577-3970892959004132938?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3970892959004132938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3970892959004132938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3970892959004132938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3970892959004132938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/12/t-shirt-design-we-can-use-sams-design.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SUKNTsuSQbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sLwGe-o4Trc/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-128634105801029972</id><published>2008-12-12T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:45:05.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I played with fire twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;when the fire burns so bright, it provides warmth and light you never want to lose. Its so cruel when its burning so bright and a gust of wind just blows it off without any warning. when it goes off, you will not even be left with any light except that little warmth left from the burning before. and when the fire is gone, it will be so hard to light it back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But a friend might always be the lighter. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;deception of proximity when its so close but actually very far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-128634105801029972?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/128634105801029972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=128634105801029972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/128634105801029972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/128634105801029972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-fire-burns-so-bright-it-provides.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4700211193244665583</id><published>2008-11-28T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:39:28.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was not a bad movie after all but the front was not as engaging as the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;would you want to erase th&lt;/span&gt;e memories that you are holding on to if you had a chance?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we or at least for me, always want things that we can't get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never know how to treasure things that I already have or I would just want more than what I already have. If I were given the chance to be able to erase part of my memory, I want it to happen. But will I fight to keep the memories I wanted to erase? After watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, it just makes me realize that memories are wonderful things that leaves you to learn from and reminisce. And no one can ever take your memories away from you. No one except memory loss or brain damage or you get the idea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories are like the vivid accurate imaginations that you call out from the back of your mind at some point of time to reminisce about some point of time of your life that you wish to remind yourself about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-4700211193244665583?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4700211193244665583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4700211193244665583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4700211193244665583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4700211193244665583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/11/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind-it.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-7907923943951759458</id><published>2008-11-20T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:15:41.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I've come to realize that sometimes people can say really nasty stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;The stuff that they say might be really true, it might also be just a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;But maybe its for the listener to judge and decide for himself/herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Because whatever it may be, people have the freedom of speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And how much proof can you show to one about the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Negative words might hurt you, it might make you feel annoyed, angered or even revengeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;But still all these feelings are inevitable and maybe feeling negatively about a lie is hurting yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Humans tend to pass judgements on things they see on the surface normally (not all cases are like that) and i guess its human nature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes forgiving is easier than forgetting.&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/2085096306351019577-7907923943951759458?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7907923943951759458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=7907923943951759458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7907923943951759458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7907923943951759458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-come-to-realize-that-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-2142246140778524338</id><published>2008-11-19T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:04:18.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you think you have made the best choice, the rest of the choices will be left unseen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-2142246140778524338?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2142246140778524338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=2142246140778524338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2142246140778524338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2142246140778524338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-think-you-have-made-best-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5873282882060028203</id><published>2008-11-18T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:24:46.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;For every thought you have, it might become an action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;For every action, there is a consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;For every word said, there is an impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Some thoughts are better to be kept to yourself or voiced out through the right ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;P.S. Wikipedia is a useful tool to get your facts right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2085096306351019577-5873282882060028203?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5873282882060028203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5873282882060028203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5873282882060028203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5873282882060028203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-every-thought-you-have-it-might.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5588118134522223646</id><published>2008-11-11T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:29:32.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Kite I Loved That Lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There was once a kite I never took notice of. I knew of its existence but it never caught my attention. Then there was one day when the kite showed me more than what it was, its capabilities of flying high and beautifully in the sky and it made me fall in love with it gradually. It was so hard not to fall in love with this kite. It did not look like the kind of kite that you would fall in love with at the first sight but more like one that you would grow to love after flying it in the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It was a fun kite to fly and to have. But I knew inside me that no matter how beautiful a kite is, you can never fly it in the sky forever. No matter how you try to pull the string and let go at times, the wind still plays a huge part. I was never someone good with flying kites no matter how hard I try to. It was never easy and there was always something new for me to learn about flying the kite.  But anyway one day, the string snapped and the kite flew as I thought it would happen. But who would thought that it would happen so soon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I looked at the kite. It flew and flew without a string. But what could I do to get my kite back? All that I was capable of was having all the memories of the kite coming back to me. From it being such an ordinary kite to it catching my attention, making me fall in love bit by bit with it and then being something that I was so attached to. I could only have these memories with me. The kite was never flying back. I looked with disappointment as the kite flew further and further away with a wish in mind that the wind would change direction and let my kite fly back in the direction I was in. But sometimes, whatever you wish for and you want so much is what you can only wish for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As I looked at it flying further and further away into the sky, it seemed like it was determined to fly away and look for someone else. Then I thought, maybe I should just let the kite go and fly far into the sky. Maybe the memories it left me was the most beautiful by itself. Maybe if I just let it go, the beautiful memories wouldn't be ruined. As I looked into the sky again, I thought it looked so beautiful flying freely in the sky, as beautiful as the first time I flew it in the sky.&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/2085096306351019577-5588118134522223646?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5588118134522223646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5588118134522223646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5588118134522223646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5588118134522223646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/11/kite-i-loved-that-lied-there-was-once.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4309401888992355334</id><published>2008-11-03T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:00:02.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Since I am in a good mood today, I shall share a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There was once a duck that liked to lied. He lied so much that whatever he said sounded so convincing, people believed it. One day, he decided to lie that he can fly. He bragged about his wings and how beautiful it was in the sky. From his wild imagination, about how the world looked like from the sky and how the wind felt beneath his wings. I mean people obviously didn't believe him since they knew ducks couldn't fly. One day he was challenged to fly but all he could do was swim and quack in the pond. Therefore, he was taken out of the pond, his feathers plucked out, killed and then roasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The moral of the story is not to lie because some things just cannot be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay I know this is not really a good story since the Pinocchio story is much better but still, you get the point, don't you? Im too imaginative (thinking about the positive side of dire situations) for my own good. Thats all I can say. To think that you'd act like a bastard and maybe be like the duck in that story. I just hope you don't quack too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was just a character in your story to make it more interesting but maybe its time you stopped manipulating me just to make your character in the story seem more superior.&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/2085096306351019577-4309401888992355334?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4309401888992355334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4309401888992355334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4309401888992355334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4309401888992355334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-i-am-in-good-mood-today-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4438858422578008934</id><published>2008-11-02T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:18:26.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it insecurity or selfishness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;From today onwards, the number will be invalid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You were a good friend or something like that. I was just not good with words and had let anger overwhelm me which caused me to say whatever I said. Anyway it took two hands to clap. (I've tried but you choose to stay in your own hole so there is nothing much I can do about it.) I will always remember that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no matter how angry I am, how sad I get, you are the one who puts the smile right back on my face and it doesn't take you more than ten minutes to do so which is not an easy task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;. Maybe you understood me really well, maybe you were just good with words whatever it is, no one did that before. So when I am sad or confused, you come to my mind. Because I will be wondering why and how you could make me smile that way and if you would still just open up and listen to me and bother to probably do the same. Maybe its your silliness, your wittiness, your perseverance or your nonchalent attitude about how people look at you that makes you so special to me. Just that you are being an asshole with the way you are acting now and it makes you so much less adorable. &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/2085096306351019577-4438858422578008934?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4438858422578008934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4438858422578008934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4438858422578008934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4438858422578008934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-insecurity-or-selfishness-from.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-8057315685797644011</id><published>2008-11-01T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:33:18.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Happy Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember this for the rest of your life. Two mistakes in one day. One unintentionally made and the other is intentional. One after another with only a few minutes in between what you did. Don't ever do it again since you already understand how it feels. Don't try it again. Its so totally not worth it. You don't deserve it so don't dwell upon it. You never know he might have left you a long time ago without you even knowing it. He's moved on so don't look back. Go and have a good life girl. Free yourself from the bondages.&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/2085096306351019577-8057315685797644011?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8057315685797644011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=8057315685797644011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8057315685797644011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/8057315685797644011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5639921730552675376</id><published>2008-10-31T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:01:17.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cant consolidate my thoughts and I am not good with words. Im thinking again, all of it returning back to me piece by piece and with every corner i turn, something jostles my memory. Feelings I cant describe, thoughts I cant understand. I'm still fighting to answer my own questions, trying to convince myself that I am right. Did I make the right choices? Did I ask for it? Was it me or was it the situation? Is it me or is it you? Am I the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I feared for it to happen and expected it to happen but maybe i expected the expected and didn't think bout the unexpected. You said it, I believed it. You convinced me and then dissuaded me. Whats right and whats wrong? Sometimes I don't understand why. You took my hand, showed me the good side of the world. Then one day, maybe you made a mistake and chose to leave me alone wondering what to do and you even chose not to say goodbye. But I still feel only positive feelings which hurts more than you'll ever know now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You've got a spell over me, haven't you?&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/2085096306351019577-5639921730552675376?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5639921730552675376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5639921730552675376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5639921730552675376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5639921730552675376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-consolidate-my-thoughts-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6444922243510774523</id><published>2008-10-27T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:09:39.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a moment, I can tell I've got you.&lt;div&gt;too much thoughts gets nothing out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6444922243510774523?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6444922243510774523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6444922243510774523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6444922243510774523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6444922243510774523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-moment-i-can-tell-ive-got-you.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-9209357450337562301</id><published>2008-09-28T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:07:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Somehow im rather glad that God put people in my life to help me through some of the tough periods and also to share my joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Im also very thankful that I got to do my internship at a place that was really nice with people that are friendly and have taught me about so much more that cant be learnt from a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Im just being random again and I just realized I think more than I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am no good at expressing my feelings but I feel alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So I dont understand why I even bother keeping this blog and also even bother writing random nonsense at random moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I just finish reading The Kite Runner. Its currently my favourite book. Its powerful, haunting in a good way, makes you think, feel. Its story is not predictable. Makes you want to go on reading and not put down the book. The description is good so much so that I can picture it in my head. It makes me think and wonder and be thankful. For you, A thousand times over - this sentence keeps repeating itself in my head. See another random thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Goodbye randomly then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-9209357450337562301?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/9209357450337562301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=9209357450337562301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/9209357450337562301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/9209357450337562301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/09/somehow-im-rather-glad-that-god-put.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-1457495079298444509</id><published>2008-09-26T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:42:41.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Randomly random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Life is so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love is so complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Relationships so entangled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;People come, people go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The dealer deals the cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You decide how you want to play the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Good cards, bad cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Will you try or merely give out without even trying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Life is like a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You cant choose the cards you get but you can choose how you want to play the game with your cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Even the player with the lousiest set of cards can win the game because like life, the game is unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;So, I think you are a coward that says one thing and does another. You just simply throw the cards that you've just got and admit defeat. For a player like you, I'll choose to let go and forget about even dealing your cards. I was wrong about you all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-1457495079298444509?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1457495079298444509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=1457495079298444509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1457495079298444509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1457495079298444509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomly-random-life-is-so-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5914964281727347183</id><published>2008-09-22T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:07:19.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VICKY CRISTINA BARCELONA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in cinemas 25 September 2008)&lt;br /&gt;A great movie to look out for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNZ-htQ9rhI/AAAAAAAAASc/jlf_KY0613w/s1600-h/1sheet_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248521533298421266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNZ-htQ9rhI/AAAAAAAAASc/jlf_KY0613w/s400/1sheet_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Synopsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky and Cristina, two young American girls, go to spend the summer in Barcelona. Vicky (Rebecca Hall) is straight-laced and about to be married. Cristina (Scarlett Johansson) is a free-spirit and very sexually adventurous. They meet a flamboyant, Spanish artist (Javier Bardem) and his beautiful but insane ex-wife (Penelope Cruz). They all become involved in romantic adventures that are either hilarious or harrowing, depending on your point of view. Barcelona is seen as a very beautiful, romantic city like New York was in the movie, MANHATTAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details, visit &lt;a href="http://www.festivefilms.com/"&gt;http://www.festivefilms.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNZ-h-1LrmI/AAAAAAAAASk/UAiydOEb9AE/s1600-h/2567018564_6edbcdc9d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248521538013736546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNZ-h-1LrmI/AAAAAAAAASk/UAiydOEb9AE/s400/2567018564_6edbcdc9d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-5914964281727347183?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5914964281727347183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5914964281727347183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5914964281727347183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5914964281727347183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/09/vicky-cristina-barcelona-in-cinemas-25.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNZ-htQ9rhI/AAAAAAAAASc/jlf_KY0613w/s72-c/1sheet_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4946821091839862080</id><published>2008-09-19T22:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:12:32.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cinemas 28 August 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4DYrHlrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jmK_Z2ZPKlI/s1600-h/postersarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247740359119181490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4DYrHlrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jmK_Z2ZPKlI/s400/postersarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice movie to watch regardless of whatever situation you are in - single, in a relationship, going through a breakup. Makes you laugh and happy although its a show about break-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it &lt;strong&gt;3.5&lt;/strong&gt; stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cinemas 11 September 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4Lv-069I/AAAAAAAAASE/fz_hwLtR2kw/s1600-h/posterthe+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247740502814813138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4Lv-069I/AAAAAAAAASE/fz_hwLtR2kw/s400/posterthe+days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great casting and nice plot. Beauty corrupted the nice boy though. Rated NC16 for I dont know what reason. Its a shame. I agree that children below 16 should be allowed to watch this film. For a local film, I've got to say its a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it &lt;strong&gt;3.5 &lt;/strong&gt;stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wall-E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cinemas 28 August 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4L6849ZI/AAAAAAAAASM/0gfU0i0CtTA/s1600-h/posterwalle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247740505759479186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4L6849ZI/AAAAAAAAASM/0gfU0i0CtTA/s400/posterwalle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another animation by pixar. Minimal conversations and lots of robotic sounds. More to look at than to hear. I still prefer Ratatouille. It has a better plot than Wall-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cinemas 11 September 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4DnMPrPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/KYfnXPbYBY8/s1600-h/posterstep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247740363016219890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4DnMPrPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/KYfnXPbYBY8/s400/posterstep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A fun movie to watch with its witty jokes and funny clothes that the two brothers wear. Both of them finally grow up to do what they should do so its good. If you need to laugh, watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it &lt;strong&gt;3.5&lt;/strong&gt; stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babylon A.D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cinemas 11 Sep 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO9aV7BNzI/AAAAAAAAASU/di8fh85QZBY/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247746251075696434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO9aV7BNzI/AAAAAAAAASU/di8fh85QZBY/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good action, bad plot, messy fighting, unsatisfying ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll give it &lt;strong&gt;1.5&lt;/strong&gt; stars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Fox &amp;amp; The Child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In cinemas 11 September 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4DOzh5gI/AAAAAAAAARk/jsoFCVDb8hM/s1600-h/posterfox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247740356470105602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4DOzh5gI/AAAAAAAAARk/jsoFCVDb8hM/s400/posterfox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sceneries that will capture your attention. Cute foxes to look at. Great story plot though towards the end, it gets a bit dramatic. The director is really good. He didnt even use any special effects to create this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cinemas 4 September 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4Cy62NaI/AAAAAAAAARc/TeEKRLNPFX8/s1600-h/posterboya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247740348984604066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4Cy62NaI/AAAAAAAAARc/TeEKRLNPFX8/s400/posterboya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer looks nice but the movie is a little confusing for me. A boy who is trying to run away from his past. Not too bad to watch but not my kind of movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it&lt;strong&gt; 2.5&lt;/strong&gt; stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama Mia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cinemas 18 September 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4DamEsaI/AAAAAAAAARs/ndTlLlBN0Wo/s1600-h/postermaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247740359634891170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4DamEsaI/AAAAAAAAARs/ndTlLlBN0Wo/s400/postermaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do they even bother making this movie? It spoils the Abba songs and the three woman in the movie makes me cringe in my chair as they scream and sing at the top of their lungs in the most whiny voice. The plot is a disaster and a joke. Stupid movie about a mum whining while her kid ends up having three fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it &lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-4946821091839862080?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4946821091839862080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4946821091839862080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4946821091839862080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4946821091839862080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgetting-sarah-marshall-in-cinemas-28.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SNO4DYrHlrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jmK_Z2ZPKlI/s72-c/postersarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6857662747480346484</id><published>2008-09-14T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:35:41.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm sorry you had to lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm glad the truth found a way to me somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will not look at you the way I looked at you before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6857662747480346484?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6857662747480346484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6857662747480346484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6857662747480346484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6857662747480346484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sorry-you-had-to-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6464390314572837665</id><published>2008-09-04T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:39:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll remember how I fell, how I tried to stand up and how I did it eventually. It hurts, its hard but its not impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6464390314572837665?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6464390314572837665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6464390314572837665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6464390314572837665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6464390314572837665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-remember-how-i-fell-how-i-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6877611079949455660</id><published>2008-09-03T01:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:21:41.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Do you hear me, Im talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SL1zU980ziI/AAAAAAAAARU/N1Z62WhU9e0/s1600-h/valentines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241472345393384994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SL1zU980ziI/AAAAAAAAARU/N1Z62WhU9e0/s400/valentines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There's so much I have not said, so much we have not done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now I can't do it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6877611079949455660?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6877611079949455660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6877611079949455660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6877611079949455660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6877611079949455660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-hear-me-im-talking-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SL1zU980ziI/AAAAAAAAARU/N1Z62WhU9e0/s72-c/valentines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3823304760490324264</id><published>2008-08-29T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:54:19.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'd Rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I thought sometime alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;was what we really needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you said this time would hurt more than it helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but I couldn't see that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I thought it was the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;of a beautiful story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and so I left the one I loved at home to be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and I tried to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;out if this one thing is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that I'm nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I know better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and I've had a change of heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so I'm here cause I found this one thing is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that I'm nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I know better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't blame you if you turn away from me, like I've done you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-3823304760490324264?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3860176612622459552</id><published>2008-08-29T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:47:13.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;Stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I thought I was strong enough but maybe I am wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Because I climbed so deep in and I forgot to bring the ladder along with me thinking that there will surely be someone to help me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who can I blame but myself then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Silly me. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-3860176612622459552?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3860176612622459552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3860176612622459552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3860176612622459552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3860176612622459552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/08/stuck.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3045555765747626791</id><published>2008-08-26T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:39:01.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was wrong but at least I proved one point right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I learnt it and I will remember it forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of course, why didnt I believe myself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Isnt everything clear enough to be understood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I must be the biggest fool in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But this is the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Because I want to make this the last time. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-3045555765747626791?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3045555765747626791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3045555765747626791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3045555765747626791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3045555765747626791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-wrong-but-at-least-i-proved-one.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-3733492521474646643</id><published>2008-08-26T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:13:53.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you made me smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the rain stopped and the sun came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I could feel the stormy clouds clearing away slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-3733492521474646643?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3733492521474646643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=3733492521474646643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3733492521474646643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/3733492521474646643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-you-made-me-smile-rain-stopped-and.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-7617727926662761037</id><published>2008-08-24T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:57:06.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its always better to have someone when everything seems to be falling apart than having no-one. No wonder people go mad. Haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-7617727926662761037?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7617727926662761037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=7617727926662761037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7617727926662761037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7617727926662761037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-always-better-to-have-someone-when.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6652466737780740118</id><published>2008-08-23T23:48:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:19:51.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fireworks Fest 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SLA2ZFI_yHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IDyvDGton0o/s1600-h/IMG_2804e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237746171136428146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SLA2ZFI_yHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IDyvDGton0o/s400/IMG_2804e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SLA2ZdU_23I/AAAAAAAAAQU/znN-dRQfNQg/s1600-h/IMG_2801e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237746177629215602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SLA2ZdU_23I/AAAAAAAAAQU/znN-dRQfNQg/s400/IMG_2801e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SLA2ZTvM3KI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IYpcZ3lJaBU/s1600-h/IMG_2766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237746175054765218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SLA2ZTvM3KI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IYpcZ3lJaBU/s400/IMG_2766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6652466737780740118?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6652466737780740118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6652466737780740118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6652466737780740118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6652466737780740118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/08/fireworks-fest-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SLA2ZFI_yHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IDyvDGton0o/s72-c/IMG_2804e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-2617188193617139368</id><published>2008-08-17T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:19:45.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;I WISH AND PRAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;its not easy and im getting scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;its hard to explain and its hard to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I just pray God will allow the miracle to happen one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It would mean so much to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I hope he understands..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-2617188193617139368?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2617188193617139368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=2617188193617139368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2617188193617139368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2617188193617139368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wish-and-pray-its-not-easy-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-5421465840218326306</id><published>2008-08-09T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:18:51.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i feel so fustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;at home, with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;fustration that has to be kept in within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it makes me want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you rush out just to meet her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you think you are taking care of your brother and sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but you are just leaving it to the others at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;from chairs to knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;if we get injured what else can you do but make it sound like its never their fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-5421465840218326306?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5421465840218326306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=5421465840218326306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5421465840218326306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/5421465840218326306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-so-fustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-595502233749672017</id><published>2008-08-06T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:37:44.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>concidence or plot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-595502233749672017?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/595502233749672017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=595502233749672017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/595502233749672017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/595502233749672017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/08/concidence-or-plot.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-144375110260347033</id><published>2008-08-01T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:48:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOOK IN THE MIRROR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes people are too busy complaining and thinking and they dont see that actually the fault lies with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When you dont have something, you work hard for it - thinking about owning it is your best inspiration to getting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But once you get it, you feel that its not like what you imagine and you might give up on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Friendship works two ways. You cant expect me to be the one who always goes to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You have your own life, your own set of problems but so does everyone else around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So stop wallowing in self-pity and indulge in life's goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-144375110260347033?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/144375110260347033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=144375110260347033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/144375110260347033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/144375110260347033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-in-mirror-sometimes-people-are-too.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6609825996347417605</id><published>2008-07-22T17:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:56:44.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SIduNFm_9PI/AAAAAAAAANs/b1JFEUcdkyc/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Batman - The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(In cinemas 17 July)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226267059847574722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="341" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SIduM3OKNMI/AAAAAAAAANU/erGHEz2u8ck/s320/2479598787_9b8bfb4368.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The follow-up to the action hit “Batman Begins,” “The Dark Knight” reunites director Christopher Nolan and star Christian Bale, who reprises the role of Batman/Bruce Wayne. In “The Dark Knight,” Batman raises the stakes in his war on crime. With the help of Lieutenant Jim Gordon and District Attorney Harvey Dent, Batman sets out to dismantle the remaining criminal organizations that plague the city streets. The partnership proves to be effective, but they soon find themselves prey to a reign of chaos unleashed by a rising criminal mastermind known to the terrified citizens of Gotham as the Joker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(adapted from moviexclusive.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226267066430344226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SIduNPvnTCI/AAAAAAAAANc/ERan2doAMnE/s320/1146376742_90fd913668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You either die a hero, or live to see yourself become a villian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226267062654485330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SIduNBrYQ1I/AAAAAAAAANk/DWtnnhhi9Vw/s320/2320016325_78c254c4db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why so serious? Go catch a movie and I'd recommend you The Dark knight. It is a movie worth watching. If you watch it, watch out for the Joker. His acting is stunning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dark Knight is quite well paced and it keeps you wondering whats going to happen next. You sit up straight in your seat expecting something to happen but the movie surprises you with something unexpected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although minimal (note that its really minimal) parts of the show gets a bit draggy, the ending makes up for it all. It’s not your typical kind of expected ending but one that leaves you satisfied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say that it’s been years since I last saw such a beautiful ending. Short and sweet but it brings across the point. Indeed Batman completes the Joker or is it the other way round? Evil and Good meets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6609825996347417605?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6609825996347417605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6609825996347417605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6609825996347417605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6609825996347417605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/batman-dark-knight-synopsis-follow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SIduM3OKNMI/AAAAAAAAANU/erGHEz2u8ck/s72-c/2479598787_9b8bfb4368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-2427011002456813561</id><published>2008-07-21T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:51:18.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SINs6xwqnXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/09AN4qeTozU/s1600-h/eIMG_2170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SINs6xwqnXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/09AN4qeTozU/s400/eIMG_2170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-1788334654507179970?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1788334654507179970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=1788334654507179970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1788334654507179970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1788334654507179970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SINs6W_klWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-FR9b2eaU4Y/s72-c/eIMG_2025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-1100743670047574042</id><published>2008-07-14T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:01:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you have no idea what your mistake could have cost me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-1100743670047574042?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1100743670047574042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=1100743670047574042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1100743670047574042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1100743670047574042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-have-no-idea-what-your-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-7151623100052732004</id><published>2008-07-05T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:43:18.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you know im such a fool for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in my case, its a love-hate feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love it&lt;/span&gt; and hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-7151623100052732004?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7151623100052732004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=7151623100052732004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7151623100052732004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7151623100052732004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-im-such-fool-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6329059406490186182</id><published>2008-07-04T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:38:42.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am SO freaking irritated.&lt;br /&gt;why must things always happen on the same day?!&lt;br /&gt;When I am free, no one wants to go out.&lt;br /&gt;When one person wants to go out, everyone starts asking to go out.&lt;br /&gt;And thing is I cant say no, I dont want to go.&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with the world!&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to crowded places.&lt;br /&gt;I dread it. I really really dread it.&lt;br /&gt;Especially going to crowded places without anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing everyone around me and I am so not going to be like "lalala. I am so glad im here."&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what I like and you dont know what I dont like.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cares about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;They care about how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares to even think about how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;As long as the other person is happy, its fine.&lt;br /&gt;they dont even care if i like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;What the freak is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so so so irritated.&lt;br /&gt;and I so Hate being a subsitute and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FREAK IS WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel so miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6329059406490186182?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6329059406490186182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6329059406490186182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6329059406490186182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6329059406490186182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-so-freaking-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6748211192558084634</id><published>2008-06-30T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:13:59.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;R-E-L-A-T-I-O-N-ships&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Relationships are so superficial nowdays. Its easily created, easily destroyed. People can be so in love at one moment and they can fall out with each other the next moment because of one small thing. So much so for loving one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the past, people fight to be with the ones they love - against gossips, discouragement, unsupportive relatives and friends and even discrimination. The things they do, the kind of "never say die" attitude they have in them makes them able to stay with the ones they love and you can really see how much they want to be with one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unlike now, relationships are so fragile. People cheat one another, beat each other, cant be bothered to love each other. How many couples can you find that are still loving even after a long time - lets say fifteen years or more? (I think I can use my fingers to count the number of couples that I know of.) Whatever happened to love? Can one even believe in love forever, especially people of my age? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Single-parents are so common nowdays. It even seems like its easier for a couple to get a divorce than winning toto or 4D on that day. Whatever happened to the vows that they make on the wedding day? If neither is interested in one another, why carry on with such a painful relationship only to make themselves more miserable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Till this day, human relationships are still hard to comprehend. How much betrayal can one tolerate? How do two people stay together for a long long time? Especially when you see someone everyday, its inevitable to start a quarrel. If only someone could tell me the key to a long lasting relationship. I need the key. I want the key. But even if I get the key, it takes two hands to clap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6748211192558084634?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6748211192558084634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6748211192558084634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6748211192558084634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6748211192558084634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/relationships-are-so-superficial.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-2568654573249848932</id><published>2008-06-29T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:58:59.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to be as innocent as these kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This world is too complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Simple minded-ness might not be a bad thing after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217332319505990866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SGewGhtRxNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2azYmg48Zb8/s320/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Look at them. I like crazy kids. Especially those two boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They are crazy like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the little girl thats deep in her thoughts. She can be quite crazy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The rest of the children are quiet but lovable too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-2568654573249848932?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2568654573249848932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=2568654573249848932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2568654573249848932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2568654573249848932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-to-be-as-innocent-as-these-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/SGewGhtRxNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2azYmg48Zb8/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-7531689041179684701</id><published>2008-06-25T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:21:21.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im losing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think Im going mad soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hahahahahahahaahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dont ask me what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lets just laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hahahahhahahahahhahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-7531689041179684701?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7531689041179684701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=7531689041179684701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7531689041179684701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/7531689041179684701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-losing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-1842584827000734253</id><published>2008-06-23T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:11:23.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Children Of Glory&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ever since I went for internship, I already watched a fair amount of movies from my company, Festive Films and also movies from other companies. But I never wrote about the movies that I watched. Maybe its time I do so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The first movie that I watched when I joined the company was Forbidden Kingdom. Then the next movie was Angel and then Dance of the Dragon, Accuracy of Death, Maid of Honour , Shaolin Girl, Don't mess with the Zohan and today, Children of Glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't mess with the Zohan is nice because I like Adam Sandler. I was laughing away throughout the whole show, I got tired. Although the movie is a little too long, Adam Sandler makes up for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Children of Glory is amazingly quite nice. At first, the show was a little draggy but then after that it got really exciting. The story is about a war that took place in Hungary, the fight for freedom, the patroism for their country, friendship, teamwork, priorities in their life and love thats found and lost throughout the war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The people struggle to live and they also have to fight for their lives and even their family's. The kind of life where everywhere they go, they see death and lifeless, motionless and even blown up bodies. War can be so scary. It seperates people, kills, scares and might even be the reason why people choose to take the path that they dont want to. People being forced to run away, people being captured, questioned and tortured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This movie keeps me thinking and reminds me not to take the peace and freedom in Singapore for granted. We are truly blessed to be free and safe. Cherish your loved ones because you never know what is going to happen. Life is just so unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For a hungarian movie, I would say that its not too bad. Surprisingly, it was better than I expected. If you like shows that have war and fighting and maybe water polo, you might like Children of Glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-1842584827000734253?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1842584827000734253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=1842584827000734253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1842584827000734253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/1842584827000734253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/ever-since-i-went-for-internship-i.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6341019259833651321</id><published>2008-06-22T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:27:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wonder if they are all lies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or maybe they can just act really well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;no matter what, life still has to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am just really really curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Too much needs to be revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Too long it has been hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maybe its time to reveal the hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6341019259833651321?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6341019259833651321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6341019259833651321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6341019259833651321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6341019259833651321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wonder-if-they-are-all-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-2735109948408819315</id><published>2008-06-11T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:05:41.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Silence can be too deafening sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its screaming at me - Its so silent here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But the return of the Royal King kills the silence. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-2735109948408819315?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2735109948408819315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=2735109948408819315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2735109948408819315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/2735109948408819315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/silence-can-be-too-deafening-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6931715395663574012</id><published>2008-06-07T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:14:56.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mi manchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6931715395663574012?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6931715395663574012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6931715395663574012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6931715395663574012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6931715395663574012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/mi-manchi.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-4982285903341453395</id><published>2008-05-31T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:02:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A thought that I had when I was not feeling very happy. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amidst of having that thought, I felt a good deal better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things happen in life which makes you think, makes you sad, makes you miserable, makes you wonder, makes you question. You feel life is unfair. You feel helpless, lost, tired and you even feel like you don’t care about anything anymore. But God created friends. Friends for people like you and me. Friends Friends Friends. Everyone has friends. But friends that are special, that’s hard to find. But I found a special friend today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traits of my special friend – Crazy, audacieux, drôle, amusant de passer du temps avec, différent des autres, simple, doux, agréable, irritant et même honnête.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special friend tries to make me smile when I am sad so that I can forget about all that’s sad to think about. And that makes me smile and smile and I can’t be sad for long. And a smile turns into a grin and a grin into laughter and laughter into craziness and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you found yours? If not start the search now or call 1711 for more enquiries. A woman will speak to you and you can ask her. Or else you can call 1700 for adoption services. This message is brought to you by the adopt a friend service. For any further enquiries, please contact thumbi at 1900-112-9876. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-4982285903341453395?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4982285903341453395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=4982285903341453395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4982285903341453395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/4982285903341453395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought-that-i-had-when-i-was-not.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-6514508019523847034</id><published>2008-05-26T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:20:15.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ce qui semblait si beau me semble si laid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I cant stand audience même pour une seule seconde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On ne peut que comprendre quoi à la surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-6514508019523847034?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6514508019523847034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=6514508019523847034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6514508019523847034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/6514508019523847034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/05/ce-qui-semblait-si-beau-me-semble-si.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085096306351019577.post-659696288538042419</id><published>2008-05-25T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:43:06.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Un amour pas beaucoup à comprendre. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;All these while, when the thought of me losing something comes to mind, I thought that it would be tolerable, I would be fine. But yesterday, my friend told me, “We have to learn to adapt to circumstances because things come and go.” (Something along that line) That night when I went to bed, maybe I had an uneasy thought in my head. When I woke up, I thought about what my friend said and I don’t know why but reality hit me suddenly and my emotions kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, it was the first time I ever thought about something that has not happened and cried. Because I cannot stand the thought of it - It’s so cruel, so saddening and tear inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I really bear to lose something so precious to me, something that I have learnt to love along the way? I wish I would never have to. But life means dealing with circumstances that likes to always come your way unpredictably. And you are teaching me to deal with the circumstances with a smile on my face. To be sad for a minute and continue to be happy for the sake of others and the ones you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Même si cela signifie si seulement nous pouvions être amis, il signifie encore le monde à moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2085096306351019577-659696288538042419?l=theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/feeds/659696288538042419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2085096306351019577&amp;postID=659696288538042419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/659696288538042419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2085096306351019577/posts/default/659696288538042419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theescapadesofabby.blogspot.com/2008/05/un-amour-pas-beaucoup-comprendre.html' title=''/><author><name>abby :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12263964481866607311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0k_v_XEmIgc/R1GXD0TATjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aoWDHu2u9Rw/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
