<?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-2196910145981529043</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:11:19.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen star v3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7308892721378285367</id><published>2010-10-01T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:18:23.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Everyone has high expectations and there's never an ending to it... Its only a matter of whether u can live with less of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7308892721378285367?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7308892721378285367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7308892721378285367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7308892721378285367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7308892721378285367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2010/10/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-4681389464405011605</id><published>2010-08-29T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T06:32:04.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[MV] No other - Super Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8AZ1NLd-mk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8AZ1NLd-mk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[시원] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너 같은 사람 또 없어&lt;br /&gt;주위를 둘러봐도 그저 그렇던 걸&lt;br /&gt;어디서 찾니&lt;br /&gt;너같이 좋은 사람, 너같이 좋은 사람&lt;br /&gt;너같이 좋은 마음, 너같이 좋은 선물&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[예성] &lt;br /&gt;너무 다행이야 애써&lt;br /&gt;너를 지켜줄 그 사람이 바로 나라서&lt;br /&gt;어디서 찾니&lt;br /&gt;나같이 행복한 놈, 나같이 행복한 놈&lt;br /&gt;나같이 웃는 그런, 최고로 행복한 놈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[려욱] &lt;br /&gt;너의 따뜻한 그 두 손이 차갑게&lt;br /&gt;차갑게 식어 있을 때&lt;br /&gt;너의 강했던 그 마음이 날카롭게&lt;br /&gt;상처 받았을 때&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[동해] &lt;br /&gt;내가 잡아줄게 안아줄게 살며시&lt;br /&gt;그것으로 작은 위로만 된다면 좋겠어&lt;br /&gt;언제나 더 많은 걸&lt;br /&gt;해주고 싶은 내 맘 넌 다 몰라도 돼 yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[규현] &lt;br /&gt;가슴이 소리쳐 말해 자유로운 내 영혼&lt;br /&gt;언제나 처음의 이 마음으로 너를 사랑해&lt;br /&gt;걸어왔던 시간보다 남은 날이 더 많아&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[희철] &lt;br /&gt;너 같은 사람 또 없어&lt;br /&gt;주위를 둘러봐도 그저 그렇던 걸&lt;br /&gt;어디서 찾니&lt;br /&gt;너같이 좋은 사람, 너같이 좋은 사람&lt;br /&gt;너같이 좋은 마음, 너같이 좋은 선물&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[은혁] &lt;br /&gt;너무 다행이야 애써&lt;br /&gt;너를 지켜줄 그 사람이 바로 나라서&lt;br /&gt;어디서 찾니&lt;br /&gt;나같이 행복한 놈, 나같이 행복한 놈&lt;br /&gt;나같이 웃는 그런, 최고로 행복한 놈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[예성] &lt;br /&gt;나의 가난했던 마음이 눈부시게&lt;br /&gt;점점 변해갈 때&lt;br /&gt;작은 욕심들이 더는 넘치지 않게&lt;br /&gt;내 맘의 그릇 커져갈 때&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[성민] &lt;br /&gt;알고 있어 그 모든 이유는 분명히&lt;br /&gt;네가 있어주었다는 것, 그것 딱 하나 뿐&lt;br /&gt;언제나 감사해&lt;br /&gt;내가 너만큼 그리 잘 할 수 있겠니&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[이특] &lt;br /&gt;가슴이 소리쳐 말해 자유로운 내 영혼&lt;br /&gt;언제나 처음의 이 마음으로 너를 사랑해&lt;br /&gt;걸어왔던 시간보다 남은 날이 더 많아&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[려욱] &lt;br /&gt;너 같은 사람 또 없어&lt;br /&gt;주위를 둘러봐도 그저 그렇던 걸&lt;br /&gt;어디서 찾니&lt;br /&gt;너같이 좋은 사람, 너같이 좋은 사람&lt;br /&gt;너같이 좋은 마음, 너같이 좋은 선물&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[희철] &lt;br /&gt;너무 다행이야 애써&lt;br /&gt;너를 지켜줄 그 사람이 바로 나라서&lt;br /&gt;어디서 찾니&lt;br /&gt;나같이 행복한 놈, 나같이 행복한 놈&lt;br /&gt;나같이 웃는 그런, 최고로 행복한 놈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;[은혁]&lt;br /&gt;있잖아 조금 아주 조금 나 수줍지만 넌 몰라 속은&lt;br /&gt;태양보다 뜨거워 내 맘 좀 알아줘&lt;br /&gt;TV쇼에 나오는 Girl들은 무대에서&lt;br /&gt;빛이 난데도 넌 언제나 눈부셔 (내가 미쳐 미쳐 Baby)&lt;br /&gt;사랑한단 너의 말에 세상을 다 가진 난&lt;br /&gt;You &amp;amp; I, You’re so fine&lt;br /&gt;너 같은 사람 있을까&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[신동]&lt;br /&gt;사랑해 오, 내게는 오직 너뿐이란 걸&lt;br /&gt;바보 같은 나에게는 전부라는 걸 알아줘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[규현] &lt;br /&gt;같은 길을 걸어왔어&lt;br /&gt;우린 서로 닮아가고 있잖아&lt;br /&gt;놀라울 뿐이야&lt;br /&gt;고마울 뿐이야&lt;br /&gt;사랑할 뿐이야&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[성민] &lt;br /&gt;너 같은 사람 또 없어&lt;br /&gt;주위를 둘러봐도 그저 그렇던 걸&lt;br /&gt;어디서 찾니&lt;br /&gt;너같이 좋은 사람, 너같이 좋은 사람&lt;br /&gt;너같이 좋은 마음, 너같이 좋은 선물&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[시원]&lt;br /&gt;너무 다행이야 애써&lt;br /&gt;너를 지켜줄 그 사람이 바로 나라서&lt;br /&gt;어디서 찾니&lt;br /&gt;나같이 행복한 놈, 나같이 행복한 놈&lt;br /&gt;나같이 웃는 그런, 최고로 행복한 놈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[려욱]&lt;br /&gt;너 같은 사람 또 없어&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-4681389464405011605?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/4681389464405011605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=4681389464405011605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/4681389464405011605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/4681389464405011605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2010/08/mv-no-other-super-junior.html' title='[MV] No other - Super Junior'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-290056325956123084</id><published>2010-07-24T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:20:05.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i get my...</title><content type='html'>Delightful... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;My life is about to change... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-290056325956123084?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/290056325956123084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=290056325956123084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/290056325956123084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/290056325956123084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-i-get-my.html' title='The day i get my...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/TEsRUxKoPkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zGryi590Bqw/s72-c/IMG_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1214054631186947300</id><published>2010-06-01T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:47:31.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing(s) for the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;From now on, i'll start to count my blessings... its time to be more +ve and less whiny ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank god that I did not slip and fall while i walked into my bedroom, just because me mom broke and spilt my sis's perfume. [ The floor is still&amp;nbsp; very slippery.&amp;nbsp;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-1214054631186947300?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1214054631186947300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1214054631186947300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1214054631186947300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1214054631186947300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2010/06/blessings-for-day.html' title='Blessing(s) for the day...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-3031896659824403044</id><published>2010-06-01T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:07:55.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ss501 - Love Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/az-SqtGlZUQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/az-SqtGlZUQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yeah Here We Go Once Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Guess Who's Back, Let's Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This one's All About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I Really Hate You But I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So What Can I Do? Now Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* 너를 보면 아파, 숨이 너무 가파, 이젠 내손 잡아&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;그 사람은 너를 사랑하지않는데 왜?Why Don't You Get It?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Baby Let Me love Ya, Love Ya, Love Ya내 전부를 걸어, 이 주문을 걸어, 'We Can Be So Perfect'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;세상모두 적이된다해도 나는 안돼너 아니면 안돼baby Let Me love Ya, Love Ya, Love Ya *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;오늘을 여태껏 기다렸어 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;미안해 간절히 바래왔어&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;날 빗겨갔던 니 오랜 사랑이 잔인하게 끝나기를&lt;br /&gt;그사람 잊어, 이젠 지워버려. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;어차피 너하고는 어울리지 않는걸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So Baby Won't You Come To Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'll Make You Make You Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* 너를 보면 아파, 숨이 너무 가파, 이젠 내손 잡아&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;그 사람은 너를 사랑하지않는데 왜?Why Don't You Get It?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Baby Let Me love Ya, Love Ya, Love Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;내 전부를 걸어, 이 주문을 걸어, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;'We Can Be So Perfect'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;세상모두 적이된다해도 나는 안돼너 아니면 안돼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;baby Let Me love Ya, Love Ya, Love Ya *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;처음엔 행복하길 바랬어 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;그게 비록 그사람 옆에서라도&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;믿었었어. 나 없이 행복하다면, 그걸로 충분했어&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;하지만, 너의 눈물이보여. 너의 슬픔이 보여 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;아무리 참아봐도 안돼 이젠 지쳐 미쳐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I Cannot Let It Go, I Gotta Take You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;이게 우리 운명인걸 Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* 너를 보면 아파, 숨이 너무 가파, 이젠 내손 잡아&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;그 사람은 너를 사랑하지않는데 왜?Why Don't You Get It?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Baby Let Me love Ya, Love Ya, Love Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;내 전부를 걸어, 이 주문을 걸어, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;'We Can Be So Perfect'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;세상모두 적이된다해도 나는 안돼너 아니면 안돼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;baby Let Melove Ya, Love Ya, Love Ya *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;오늘을 여태껏 기다렸어 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;미안해 간절히 바래왔어&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;날 빗겨갔던 니 오랜 사랑이 잔인하게 끝나기를&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;그사람 잊어, 이젠 지워버려. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;어차피 너하고는 어울리지 않는걸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So Baby Won't You Come To Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'll Make You Make You Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;어떻게 넌 모르는데? 하필 그 사람인데? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;너의 아픈사랑따윈 난 볼수없는데&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;잊어, 니 가슴 멍들게하는 그런 나쁜사랑&lt;br /&gt;이젠 집어쳐 Please! 아픈 너를 구하겠어&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;거울에 비친 너의 눈물이 소리없이, 의미도없이 흐를때 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;내가슴은 완전히 찢어지는걸, I Can Cross Over The Sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;나를 믿어줘, 하늘에 맹세할게 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;우린 마지막 사랑이 될테니까 Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;너를 보면 아파. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;숨이 너무 가파. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;이 심장이 아파&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;그 사람은 너를사랑하지않는데 왜? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why Don't You Get It? Baby Let Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Love Ya Love Ya Love Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;내 전부를 걸어, 이 주문을 걸어, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;'We Can Be So Perfect'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;세상모두 적이된다해도 나는 안돼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;너 아니면 안돼 Baby Let Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Love Ya, Love Ya, Love Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Let Me Love You Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;안돼,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;안돼,&lt;br /&gt;너없인...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-3031896659824403044?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/3031896659824403044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=3031896659824403044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/3031896659824403044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/3031896659824403044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2010/06/ss501-love-ya.html' title='ss501 - Love Ya'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-6508486357138344856</id><published>2010-05-01T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:12:34.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional torment</title><content type='html'>I'm a failure.. and im&amp;nbsp;ugly and stupid... i know i do not have the looks and such,which i get it... but even ugly betty is way smarter and articulate than i am. To be ugly is one thing... but to be ignorant and stupid is another... I'm never able to do things right... im&amp;nbsp;constantly procrastinating , struggling to face my actions... &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and i always make mistakes and always am running away from the problems and always afraid of&amp;nbsp;things...&amp;nbsp;often i&amp;nbsp;ask my mum, y i was born without guts. I'm so freaking&amp;nbsp;afraid of people judging me all the time. And&amp;nbsp;I can't blame other people for hating me because I really hate myself for being the way i am. I'm a gd for nothing. If i have the courage, I'd have been like Melissa Teo (the 18yr old girl who jumped to her death recently).&amp;nbsp; I know I'm suicidal but i have yet to find the&amp;nbsp;courage&amp;nbsp;to be gone forever,&amp;nbsp;the thoughts of it really seem tempting... to end things / life once and for all..&amp;nbsp;Yet even&amp;nbsp;when i tell myself that li'fé's not worth&amp;nbsp;living , at the same time my&amp;nbsp;conscience is telling me that im a coward for not being able to face what im going through... You see, how&amp;nbsp;easy to&amp;nbsp;think&amp;nbsp;of dying and yet when it comes to&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;real deal... the&amp;nbsp;cowardness in me still am the stronger&amp;nbsp;one...&amp;nbsp;you may wonder... if you are suicidal, then what are you still doing here?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To be gone forever.. will i have the courage to end things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-6508486357138344856?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/6508486357138344856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=6508486357138344856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6508486357138344856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6508486357138344856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2010/05/emotional-torment.html' title='emotional torment'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1168480634422980185</id><published>2010-03-26T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:21:28.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy belated birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>Guess one of the things about getting older is that no one celebrates your birthday anymore except your family and the person closest to your heart. Then again, I guess I do not have any bffs to celebrate it with me... sad ain't it... I've never known how to maintain a relationship... I think its mainly me who isn't a gd friend to begin with. I lost touch with all my school friends and not that I did not try getting in touch with one or two over the years. Somehow my messages went ignored. That's how a person I am... Everyone dislikes me.&amp;nbsp;I guess I'll die with no friends and the scary thing is that only my family will miss me when I'm gone... and of course him. That's about it. My life is pathetic. I am pathetic. Even as i type all these, I can feel my hands trembling. I've never meant to live this miserable life.. I want to be a good friend but most times I've failed them and I've failed myself as a person. In general, I'm a complete failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is its supposed to be a happy entry today, but i can't help but steer off track... oh god... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnywaY, went bowling on my birthday and had lots of fun.. hasn't had the luxury of having fun for so so long... Before that we went to Sweet Indulgence&amp;nbsp; @ stanley st for lunch. Love the cosy atmosphere but unfortunately, the table next to us was too close and felt as though we're seated together... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61xcuPwXYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BHkvruWXRHI/s1600/Img_0269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61xcuPwXYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BHkvruWXRHI/s320/Img_0269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cream of Mushroom. A serving enough for 2. $10.50&lt;/div&gt;Love how creamy texture. Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61x0zGaayI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fBnNEtMmaII/s1600/Img_0276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61x0zGaayI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fBnNEtMmaII/s320/Img_0276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Seafood pasta. $21.50 &lt;/div&gt;With a little spicyness. Seafood is fresh. Not as sour as marinara. I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61yOO48gZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DzD5eULRXkE/s1600/Img_0275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61yOO48gZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DzD5eULRXkE/s320/Img_0275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His. Chicken Cordon Bleu. $27.50. &lt;/div&gt;Crispy on the outside, and tender on the inside. The cheese isn't too overpowering. Love the herb taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61zD65xu6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2kZoD9OAdOE/s1600/Img_0287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61zD65xu6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2kZoD9OAdOE/s320/Img_0287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner @ Sakae. Geisha Gozen. $18.99. Love the soup &amp;amp; toufu, the salmon not so much, a lil too overcooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61z_PEY5zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P-W4boYIneI/s1600/Img_0289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61z_PEY5zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P-W4boYIneI/s320/Img_0289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Birthday Cake from Prima Deli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S610L1HtvMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MW3iOmZIhVM/s1600/Img_0291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S610L1HtvMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MW3iOmZIhVM/s320/Img_0291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tiramisu for dessert from ekac. Love the creamy stuff... Absolutely heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-1168480634422980185?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1168480634422980185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1168480634422980185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1168480634422980185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1168480634422980185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-belated-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy belated birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S61xcuPwXYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BHkvruWXRHI/s72-c/Img_0269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7957294734792008471</id><published>2010-02-22T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:59:12.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Transformers 2</title><content type='html'>Watched life transformers earlier… this program always brings tears to my eyes... there are so many unfortunates around us... and i'm alrways living in my own.. always feeling that life is unfair... but yet those who are really unfortunate does not feel that their life is unfair... despite their hardships... they endure and lie on... happiness is not about money or wealth... its about being self content in whatever you have and this is something that i want to&amp;nbsp;learn... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granny who’s already 80 has 3 children, 2 of them have got mental problems… what touched me the most is that at her age, she should be enjoying the last years of her life… however as her children are bound with mental illness, she has to take care of them… and she did it without regrets. &lt;br /&gt;When Quan Yi Feng asked if she eats fish, granny said no, and she hasn’t have fish for many years.. simply because she can’t afford to. But when asked if she still wants to have fish, granny’s reply was that she does not want to eat fish, for she can’t afford and most importantly she doesn’t want to have wants for she doesn’t want to die and go to heaven with regrets. &lt;br /&gt;Despite her age, granny enjoys reading especially the newspapers. She still kept her 40 years old dictionary. Often she refers to her dictionary if she doesn’t understand any of the words. For this I’m ashamed of myself. Many a times, I simply ignore the unknown. Sometimes, I should really find the time to lookup a word or two just to gain some word knowledge, there are so many words in the dictionary and yet I know very little of it. Granny is a huge fan of SM Lee Kuan Yew for SM Lee changed the life of Singaporeans, and she’s grateful to him for given her family a shelter to live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a biography of SM Lee and it is something very precious to her. Despite having a hard life, she’s very thankful to the volunteers who helped her and she wants the best for everyone. And that’s something I have to learn from her… that is to have a bigger heart…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7957294734792008471?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7957294734792008471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7957294734792008471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7957294734792008471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7957294734792008471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-transformers-2.html' title='Life Transformers 2'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1946427057488491081</id><published>2010-02-21T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:43:27.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Feb 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S4DwuoNMD7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kJacwHkAi-U/s1600-h/Img_0192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S4DwuoNMD7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kJacwHkAi-U/s320/Img_0192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My angpows for this year.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this new year is coming to an end again... its now back to work and the next holiday's gonna be in apr. I'm stillstruggling every single day with myself...Have always feel that I've done something bad and I have no courage to face whatever I've done. I always need a place to hide and till now... i'm still looking for my way out... My dreams are so far away from me... I wonder if i ever will get to really be free... free of everything... free from myself.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been telling myself this ever since I read it in a book "Don't Look Back... Don't Look Forward.... Don't Give a Damn.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. maybe not so abt the not giving a damn part... I don't wanna be seen as somebody who doesn't give a damn... Its time i try not to look back... the past's already gone and I can't change whatever lead me here and there's no point wanting to change all over again... And i'm trying to not think forward... don't wanna think what it'll be like in 10 years time... for now i'll try to be content with what I have... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-1946427057488491081?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1946427057488491081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1946427057488491081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1946427057488491081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1946427057488491081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2010/02/21-feb-2010.html' title='21 Feb 2010'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/S4DwuoNMD7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kJacwHkAi-U/s72-c/Img_0192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-8269552066432832876</id><published>2009-12-26T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:42:42.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight of the year Part 2 - Paintball @ Turf City Dec 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The objective of the game is simple, shoot down two targets on the opponents’ side of the field (1st mission), then capture your teams ammo box on your side of the field (2nd mission) and get it back to your homebase without getting shot! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was hesitation from me when asked to join the game... I mean i'm not those sporty, adventurous type of person... but eventually went ahead cos Alicia said..." its not as though ask you go bungee jump, and this is not something we'll always do...since there's this&amp;nbsp;opportunity,&amp;nbsp;just go ahead and have fun for once in your lifetime... " Well, its kinda true... so anyways paid $60 for the game... I know its expensive, but wth... haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention it was really fun?!! We did not complete the game as it rained heavily 1/2 way into the game... good news is we get to go again next year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Szbxy_PAU3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/siXjyOdByMA/s1600-h/PAINTBALL4+-18DEC09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Szbxy_PAU3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/siXjyOdByMA/s320/PAINTBALL4+-18DEC09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm @ the back... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Szbx3MkAT8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/la8bMjh0T1o/s1600-h/PAINTBALL+-18DEC09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Szbx0qQRuzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DbQKSpWQsl0/s1600-h/PAINTBALL3-18DEC09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Szbx0qQRuzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DbQKSpWQsl0/s320/PAINTBALL3-18DEC09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Candid Pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Szbx15BQ_hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VdRRCrIjeCI/s1600-h/PAINTBALL2-18DEC09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Szbx15BQ_hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VdRRCrIjeCI/s320/PAINTBALL2-18DEC09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Classroom Pose.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Szbx3MkAT8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/la8bMjh0T1o/s1600-h/PAINTBALL+-18DEC09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Szbx3MkAT8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/la8bMjh0T1o/s320/PAINTBALL+-18DEC09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With the girls... &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/2196910145981529043-8269552066432832876?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/8269552066432832876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=8269552066432832876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8269552066432832876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8269552066432832876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/12/paintball-turf-city-dec-18-2009.html' title='Highlight of the year Part 2 - Paintball @ Turf City Dec 18, 2009'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Szbxy_PAU3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/siXjyOdByMA/s72-c/PAINTBALL4+-18DEC09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-6790202205928946944</id><published>2009-12-26T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:08:49.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHristmas Gifts.. THanks all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbqS0uKNZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RuVgNevgX5U/s1600-h/Img_0142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbqS0uKNZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RuVgNevgX5U/s320/Img_0142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ho!Ho!Ho! Pressies this year... Um... mostly chocolates... How to go on diet man?? Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbqYBKszzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WAOnFYDiQUs/s1600-h/coach1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbqYBKszzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WAOnFYDiQUs/s320/coach1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and there's a wristlet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbrjzJ6aPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YhDXTTeYG8g/s1600-h/pigg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbrjzJ6aPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YhDXTTeYG8g/s320/pigg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and a pair of bits &amp;amp; pieces earrings from my&amp;nbsp;piggy sis!&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/2196910145981529043-6790202205928946944?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/6790202205928946944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=6790202205928946944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6790202205928946944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6790202205928946944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-gifts-thanks-all.html' title='CHristmas Gifts.. THanks all...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbqS0uKNZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RuVgNevgX5U/s72-c/Img_0142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7634505631291748086</id><published>2009-12-26T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:55:28.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight for this year: Blood Donation in Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbnL_q1KII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d_DUXI79exE/s1600-h/Img_0150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbnL_q1KII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d_DUXI79exE/s320/Img_0150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its the end of 2009, looking back, this year has its ups and downs too... my top highlight of the year will be me becoming a blood donor for the very first time!! it wasn't painful as what i feared but because my vein was small and they have to use the one at the side, it took longer than usual...&amp;nbsp;but i'm glad that i've managed to do it... Thank god it did not collapse. Very thankful to the nurse who was there the whole time as well... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbnI9VFM1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/EDg5nI0swbI/s1600-h/Img_0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbnI9VFM1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/EDg5nI0swbI/s320/Img_0096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My bandage... chose purple to match my blouse... hehe... &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/2196910145981529043-7634505631291748086?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7634505631291748086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7634505631291748086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7634505631291748086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7634505631291748086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/12/highlight-for-this-year-blood-donation.html' title='Highlight for this year: Blood Donation in Oct'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SzbnL_q1KII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d_DUXI79exE/s72-c/Img_0150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-8377694060718646025</id><published>2009-12-26T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:08:51.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Only Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R88rWGfhnWI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R88rWGfhnWI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A beautiful and heart-warming piece by Ronan Keating... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember what you wish for every Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Do you say a prayer and send it on a star?&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I'm just being over sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;But now its Christmas and I miss us most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I never really took the time to thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost thinking you were here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Is it something in the air that gts me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Cause now its Christmas but I miss us just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its cold, I get lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk, I can't walk, I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Then I dream and you hold me,&lt;br /&gt;And the angels are singing with me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its Christmas when I miss us most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the snow come down and drown out all my sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can dance again with you.&lt;br /&gt;And as the children sing I swear I heard you whisper,&lt;br /&gt;That now its Christmas but I miss us just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its cold, I get lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk, I can't walk, I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Then I dream and you hold me,&lt;br /&gt;And the angels are singing with me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its Christmas when I miss us most of all.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its Christmas when I miss us most of all.&lt;br /&gt;Cause now its Christmas and I miss us most of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-8377694060718646025?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/8377694060718646025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=8377694060718646025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8377694060718646025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8377694060718646025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-only-christmas.html' title='Its Only Christmas...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-4272001405079766540</id><published>2009-12-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:26:15.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>미남이시네요</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Sx5a6BSS2gI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8bXRPEcnEw8/s1600-h/youarebeautiful2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Sx5a6BSS2gI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8bXRPEcnEw8/s320/youarebeautiful2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have just completed 미남이시네요, if you like F4, you'll love this even more! Thanks to Lynn for recommending this drama.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go Mi Nyu is a sister-in-training. When her fraternal twin brother Go Mi Nam was reported to be in the United States having surgery to fix his previous plastic surgery effort, she was approached by the Manager of the singing band A.N.JELL to pose as Mi Nam for the time being that he is away. Mi Nam had just recently been accepted by the President of A.N.JELL to join the group. Against her wish, Mi Nyu accepts after remembering why her brother wanted to be a singer in the first place (to find their mom). Now posing as Mi Nam, Mi Nyu enters the group A.N.JELL and meets the members: Hwang Tae Kyung, Kang Shin Woo, and Jeremy. Initially disliked by Tae Kyung, the group's leader and composer, Mi Nyu later falls in love with him and finds herself being entangled in a love triangle between him and Shin Woo, while Jeremy harbors a one-sided love for her. Additionally, Mi Nyu finds herself being rivaled against Yoo He Yi, an actress who also has feelings for Tae Kyung. (Source: WikiPedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though the entire main cast's younger than me but I'm still so much obsess with them.. hhaha... Wait till you hear the soundtrack... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Sx5b44EPvbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uMiRKLUknqE/s1600-h/jgs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Sx5b44EPvbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uMiRKLUknqE/s320/jgs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;장근석 has become my fav actor of the moment... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Sx5cPzb-ktI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qEx8U1KtLrs/s1600-h/shinwoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Sx5cPzb-ktI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qEx8U1KtLrs/s320/shinwoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;정용화/ Shin Woo&amp;nbsp;is so observant , where can we find such guys? I'd definitely fall for him... even though Hwang Tae Kyung's still my fav!! Noticed that 정용화&amp;amp; &amp;nbsp;김현중 looks very much alike.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Sx5g3X62utI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xcSq9unDb8A/s1600-h/pigrabbit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Sx5g3X62utI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xcSq9unDb8A/s320/pigrabbit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is&amp;nbsp; how 돼지토끼 was born... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-4272001405079766540?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/4272001405079766540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=4272001405079766540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/4272001405079766540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/4272001405079766540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='미남이시네요'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Sx5a6BSS2gI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8bXRPEcnEw8/s72-c/youarebeautiful2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-5876272248823619879</id><published>2009-11-07T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:47:22.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In this world nobody really cares about your opinions, people said to me I want you/evryone to be happy… but in the end why do I not feel the happiness… yes, its hard to please everyone… but sometimes I feel that if I don’t voice out my opinions eventually I’ll be taken for granted…but the moment I take a stand.. I’ll be seen as the black sheep or the fussy one… I feel there’s really no place for me to stand or breathe… seriously i think I’m redundant… a waste of space .. n I don’t belong here at all…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-5876272248823619879?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/5876272248823619879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=5876272248823619879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5876272248823619879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5876272248823619879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-this-world-nobody-really-cares-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-2685578629890008674</id><published>2009-11-07T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:43:07.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Sometimes its hard to see the lines we’ve drawn, until we cross them.. That’s when we rely on the ones we love to pull us back… and give us something to hold on to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the clearly marked lines, the ones that if you dare cross, you may never find your way back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-2685578629890008674?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/2685578629890008674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=2685578629890008674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2685578629890008674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2685578629890008674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-474755045894742425</id><published>2009-10-17T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:47:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Day in Singapore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StoRKu_9HFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sMEtyFQlV9w/s1600-h/gd-poster.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StoRKu_9HFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sMEtyFQlV9w/s400/gd-poster.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so going!! =)&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/2196910145981529043-474755045894742425?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/474755045894742425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=474755045894742425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/474755045894742425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/474755045894742425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/10/green-day-in-singapore.html' title='Green Day in Singapore!!'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StoRKu_9HFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sMEtyFQlV9w/s72-c/gd-poster.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7000626407186659004</id><published>2009-10-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:19:47.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Stephen,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StoJqXTufUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0ZONuZmmfPE/s1600-h/keith-duffy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StoJqXTufUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0ZONuZmmfPE/s320/keith-duffy.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keith:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis Walsh created a band. We created a friendship, and a brotherhood, a security, a bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love each other dearly and Stephen and I and Ronan and Mikey and Shane all feel very blessed, always felt very blessed, to have that bond and that friendship. It's a special one that not everyone gets to experience and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did call Stephen our little brother. We tried to mind him, we tried to protect him and for that reason it means Andy, you've got four other brothers now if you ever need us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin and Margaret, you've got four more sons and you know that there are upsides to that as well, you know... you might have 110 years of children's allowance to claim. The problem is you've also got eight more grandchildren and Christmas is going to be expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of Steo's husband and family we would like to thank you all for your kind words, gestures and tributes over the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The level of support from the public, the media, the music industry has just been overwhelming. We would also like to say a massive thank you to the Garda Siochana. On our first meeting with the guards their words to us were 'he was one of us lads so don't worry, we'll take care of him' and they've done a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Declan, we've managed to spend quite a bit of time with you over the past few days and indeed over the past 12 hours when we were lying here in sleeping bags last night and we all had great peace until one of us started to snore - he knows who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would personally like to thank our friend, another brother of ours, our manager Mark Plunkett for all that he has done for us over the past week for Stephen. He was out in Majorca helping Andy and Andy's family and he has been strong for us and he's been an inspiration and I know Steo would be so so grateful and so proud of Mark so thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gately family would also like to extend a great deal of gratitude and thanks to Gerald Kean for all that he has done for Stephen over the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen was born on the 17th of March, 1976 - Paddy's day. He very quickly established himself as a performer, joining the Gaiety School of Acting and also entering and winning many dance competitions across Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not until he joined Boyzone though in 1993 that people realised that Stephen was a force to be recognised. At the auditions for the band Stephen asked Louis, who he loved and looked up to, 'How tall do you have to be to be in Boyzone?' He was worried that he was only 5ft7ins and that might be too short, but in latter years while auditioning for the hobbit, he said he was 5ft3ins.&lt;br /&gt;So we never knew how tall Stephen actually was and I don't think he actually knew either but he was a giant of a man in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;A true performer full of life and spirit, a true friend full of love and friendship. Stephen loved being in Boyzone, he found an outlet for his passion and four friends and brothers who understood who he truly was.&lt;br /&gt;He was also a lover of everything Disney. Stephen would make frequent visits to Disneyland. Everyone knew how much Steo loved Micky Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four years and tremendous courage, Stephen became a pioneer in showing young people it was ok to stand up to who you were and what you believe in. So many owed him so much for what he did.&lt;br /&gt;The five of us created our own little bubble of humour and security and we were always there for each other through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break up of the band in 2000 was hard on us all. Stephen took musical theatre to be his calling and enjoyed lead roles in some of the West End shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his true passion and love was the band and he longed for its return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StoJ-y-TTAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BS_4SfeEjGE/s1600-h/mikey-graham-at-the-funeral-of-stephen-gately-pic-getty-images-48608130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StoJ-y-TTAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BS_4SfeEjGE/s320/mikey-graham-at-the-funeral-of-stephen-gately-pic-getty-images-48608130.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikey:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the good times and the bad it was Andrew who helped Steo blossom into the man he always believed he could be.&lt;br /&gt;Together they enjoyed life in London, making so many great friends as a part of the vibrant West End scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen's love for Andrew was true. And only last week did he tell him how lucky he was to have him by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen and Andrew took up residence in the leafy suburb of Highgate in London where they made many great friends including Phyllis the butcher whom he loved and laughed with daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Steo always kept in touch with his family at home in Dublin, making frequent trips to see his mum and dad, his sister Michelle and her family and his brothers Tony and Mark and Allan and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we visited Mark and Martin this week, we enjoyed listening to their stories of Stephen's past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realised that he didn't pick his sense of humour from the ground. They were so alike in so many ways and it was truly like speaking with Stephen when we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved his mam and dad so much and spoke with them regularly. He loved the fact that they were the life and soul of every party as Steo himself became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 we reunited, which was something we had all longed for for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen found a renewed passion for what he knew best - music and performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an audience Stephen became alive - he truly became himself. He brought colour to the band and that band now simply feels black and white without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the curtain Stephen was a deeply private and guarded person but we were very lucky to be invited in to see a glimpse of the warm, loving, honest and gentle man that he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StoKTKQsjeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQuMHTsUGY0/s1600-h/ronan-keating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StoKTKQsjeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQuMHTsUGY0/s320/ronan-keating.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steo loved to laugh and by God did we laugh. He had the oddest sense of humour on the planet. If he were here right now, he'd say 'Ro, I'm looking for a stainglass window. If you see one around, let me know'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had nicknames for all of us. Keith was Kitty, Shane was Shanise, Mikey was Michaela and I was Rosaline, of course, and he was Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved it when we were all together laughing and joking. He provided us with so many funny lines during the Boyzone days - some you may have heard and some in this house I cannot repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the campest straight band we knew, except for one fella and he knows who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why Steo always felt so comfortable in Boyzone. He thought he was the best camper in the world. He wasn't even the best camper in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited by the prospect of the new Boyzone studio album. He called me on Friday after receiving a bunch of new songs saying how much he loved them. He said it to me, 'Let's go, let's go. I can't wait'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was putting the finishing touches to his book The Tree of Seasons and there are only a few pages left and by hook or by crook those who loved him, and there's so many in this room, we're going to finish that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now pray for his guidance and spirit to show us the way. It is with a heavy heart and great sadness when I say the world has lost one of its brightest stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lost our brother and I have lost my wing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will live on in the songs and whenever us four are together his spirit is alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Stephen we will carry on but it'll never be the same without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful man who is now the perfect angel - forever young and never forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man, a friend, a brother, a son, a husband and a hero. I'm going to really miss you brother. We love you and we always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know you have found peace. Perfect peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where is Shane?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/celebs/news/2009/10/17/stephen-gately-s-funeral-boyzone-members-ronan-keating-keith-duffy-michael-graham-pay-emotional-tributes-to-wing-man-friend-115875-21754000/"&gt;http://www.mirror.co.uk/celebs/news/2009/10/17/stephen-gately-s-funeral-boyzone-members-ronan-keating-keith-duffy-michael-graham-pay-emotional-tributes-to-wing-man-friend-115875-21754000/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7000626407186659004?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7000626407186659004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7000626407186659004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7000626407186659004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7000626407186659004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/10/tribute-to-stephen.html' title='Tribute to Stephen,,,'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StoJqXTufUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0ZONuZmmfPE/s72-c/keith-duffy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-5346338666642922662</id><published>2009-10-17T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:42:13.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today....</title><content type='html'>Went Bugis and had steamboat with Betsy n Justin earlier... Should have taken&amp;nbsp;pics of the it... but as always yours truly was too busy eating... Anyways, the food wasn't bad... but truth be told, I don't think I'll patronize it again..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Stn8dAkyiHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fV9IIMbHNa0/s1600-h/18-10-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Stn8dAkyiHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fV9IIMbHNa0/s400/18-10-09.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took the pics earlier while passing time... I'm getting rounder... I know... but you don't have to tell me that... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Stn86zxjFBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0a0eCu9_B68/s1600-h/Pandorum-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Stn86zxjFBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0a0eCu9_B68/s320/Pandorum-Poster.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We end the day by watching Pandorum, I did not know what it was about... and I was a little skeptical... even though&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;alright to watch it... &amp;nbsp;but then when I saw Dennis Quaid, I kinda felt at ease... I like him, so his movie can't be that bad right? Anyways, truth is I've never been able to understand science fiction... its complicated and my brain doesn't work in that way... Well, this movie opens with Two astronauts, Bower and Payton(Kinda like OTH Peyton) wake to find themselves drifting through space far from Earth and with no memory of who they are, what they are doing, or what has happened to the crew. They're not able communicate with any other members of the crew... Then Bower ventured into deeper of the ship and came across humans running away from... monsters... (honestly I have no idea how the monsters became... well... monsters...).. And they also found that some of the crew suffered from a psychological condition called Pandorum....hence the title... &amp;nbsp;Oh, and the whole story is about how human race are moving to a new planet to settle down... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-5346338666642922662?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/5346338666642922662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=5346338666642922662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5346338666642922662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5346338666642922662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today....'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/Stn8dAkyiHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fV9IIMbHNa0/s72-c/18-10-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-6121135245785399916</id><published>2009-10-11T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:55:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Stephen //17.03.1976-10.10.2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StHt63ClQcI/AAAAAAAAADw/_v9xSZC4n3I/s1600-h/_46529790_band2_226getty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StHt63ClQcI/AAAAAAAAADw/_v9xSZC4n3I/s400/_46529790_band2_226getty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest In Peace Stephen.... You'll be missed... &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/2196910145981529043-6121135245785399916?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/6121135245785399916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=6121135245785399916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6121135245785399916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6121135245785399916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-stephen.html' title='Goodbye Stephen //17.03.1976-10.10.2009'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/StHt63ClQcI/AAAAAAAAADw/_v9xSZC4n3I/s72-c/_46529790_band2_226getty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-8031568824409926650</id><published>2009-10-04T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:38:23.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore girl wins Commonwealth essay prize</title><content type='html'>What the Modern Woman Wants... By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trembling hands she pulled the seat belt tighter but was careful not to touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Finance', 'Liquidation', 'Assets', 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was speaking in an American accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval...... 'I absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto the steering wheel in irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat.. The mobile phone hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being easily forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meant she did not comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!' The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ma, I'll wait outside.. I have an important phone call to make,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says... She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roots while reaping the harvest of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only because I affect her happiness.. A young woman does not want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stick into an urn of smoldering ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl. Her husband had ticked and punched her for producing a useless baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who could not work or carry the family name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything she ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. She will not be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl to one who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;openly defied her, calling her laotu, old fashioned.... She wanted her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why she had prayed like that. The Gods had been faithful to her persistent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl's roots and now she stood faceless with no identity, bound to the soil of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter had forgotten her mother's value. Her wants were so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ephemeral, that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boutiques and yet her daughter had not found true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her daughter left the earth, everything she had would count for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper convertibles and mansions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and prayers for her daughter now that she had looked out of the temple gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go from there – down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packet of beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she enslaved to and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worshipped every day of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty souless shell at the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman watched the joss stick. The dull heat had left a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern woman nowadays, the old lady signed in resignation, as she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowed to the east bone final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want so much that they lose their souls and wonder whey they cannot find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on her daughter's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her wants looking for the one thing that would sown the seeds of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the highway, this time not to fast as she had done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Ma,’ Bee Choo finally said. "I don't know how to put this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willing to pay us seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road .. Once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we move into our apartment, we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more space to ourselves....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. "We'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out – but once the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely at home and, besides that the apartment is rather small. There won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang – it's a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian home and a very nice one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. I"ve been there, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old people to keep you company! Hardly have time for you, you'd be happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there." "You'd be happier there, really." her daughter repeated as if to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;affirm herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offering to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cling tightly to, she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag and her fingers trace the white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother. "Is everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had to be done, had to be done. "Yes" she said firmly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It's for you, Ma! You will be happier there. You can move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier... She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted; money, status, career, love, power and now freedom without her mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes she was free. Her phone butted urgently, she picked it up and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. "Stock 10% increase."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her and while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old woman in the backseat became invisible and she did not see her in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fellow friends, save enough for your old age and don't try to rely on your children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your responsibility is to give them the necessary education/training and life after that is theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they chose to look after you, it is a bonus and thank the gods for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-8031568824409926650?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/8031568824409926650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=8031568824409926650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8031568824409926650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8031568824409926650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/10/singapore-girl-wins-commonwealth-essay.html' title='Singapore girl wins Commonwealth essay prize'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7545276345322684000</id><published>2009-10-03T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:41:42.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with you people?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sick n tired of hearing people tellin me that when i&amp;nbsp;wear this specs, i look like an old maid... or when i wear another... i look very qian bian(deserve to be beaten up)... Before&amp;nbsp;I started wearing lenses, they asked, why don't you wear lens and when i started wearing lenses... they said... why aren't you wearing specs? OR the&amp;nbsp;shorts you&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;wearing is super&amp;nbsp;ugly!!!&amp;nbsp;Nothing&amp;nbsp;I wear or&amp;nbsp;do is gonna satisfy&amp;nbsp;your eyes!&amp;nbsp;Nobody asked you to&amp;nbsp;look at me anyways!&amp;nbsp;And what&amp;nbsp;have I done to&amp;nbsp;deserve those shrewd remarks?????&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I really feel that I've been scrutinize my entire life, every tiny move&amp;nbsp;i made wrong and I'm to be condemn for life...&amp;nbsp; I already have extremely low self esteem and its ok i'm never being complimented about my looks for I know myself... but really ... do i really deserve to be treated like this??? Huh? You know...sometimes I really think I'm better off dead... so I don't have to hear all these craps anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7545276345322684000?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7545276345322684000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7545276345322684000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7545276345322684000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7545276345322684000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-wrong-with-you-people.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with you people?'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-8730029258947268798</id><published>2009-10-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:36:06.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcrossing (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsglpVXTvlI/AAAAAAAAADo/Kcz0PhqRUYw/s1600-h/Brazil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsglpVXTvlI/AAAAAAAAADo/Kcz0PhqRUYw/s320/Brazil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sao Paulo, Brazil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsglhT4ZHpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/--ql6Ef9tJE/s1600-h/Lithuania.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsglhT4ZHpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/--ql6Ef9tJE/s320/Lithuania.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lithuania &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsglknB37oI/AAAAAAAAADY/KsHJw0SgoHU/s1600-h/guilin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsglknB37oI/AAAAAAAAADY/KsHJw0SgoHU/s320/guilin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guilin, China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsglnlA9fKI/AAAAAAAAADg/_bCtIkev8mc/s1600-h/GrandVictoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsglnlA9fKI/AAAAAAAAADg/_bCtIkev8mc/s320/GrandVictoria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grand Victoria, USA&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/2196910145981529043-8730029258947268798?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/8730029258947268798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=8730029258947268798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8730029258947268798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8730029258947268798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/10/brazil-lithuania-guilin-china-grand.html' title='Postcrossing (II)'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsglpVXTvlI/AAAAAAAAADo/Kcz0PhqRUYw/s72-c/Brazil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1165557106034918113</id><published>2009-10-01T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:02:47.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcrossing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsTDCeD9cOI/AAAAAAAAADI/p4Dhe8BvZBE/s1600-h/Holland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsTDCeD9cOI/AAAAAAAAADI/p4Dhe8BvZBE/s320/Holland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My 1st card from Holland. =)&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/2196910145981529043-1165557106034918113?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1165557106034918113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1165557106034918113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1165557106034918113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1165557106034918113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-1st-card-from-holland-thru.html' title='Postcrossing'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsTDCeD9cOI/AAAAAAAAADI/p4Dhe8BvZBE/s72-c/Holland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7301350323875568699</id><published>2009-09-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:55:41.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Ravens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsNhsBc8BbI/AAAAAAAAACw/81g4ID9_q64/s1600-h/one-tree-hill-season-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsNhsBc8BbI/AAAAAAAAACw/81g4ID9_q64/s320/one-tree-hill-season-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just finished S6 of One Tree Hill...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my company&amp;nbsp;to and fro in the train for the past few months... I've finally completed the series... the tears, the laughters, the smiles... the ravens brought&amp;nbsp; me...&amp;nbsp;and to sum it all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is only&amp;nbsp;ONE Tree Hill...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsNkLt5MZrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/guXY1QVMd9s/s1600-h/js.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsNkLt5MZrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/guXY1QVMd9s/s320/js.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As Jamie Scott says "I rather watch Gossip Girl, its so bad for me!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://calgot.net/js/blog_uro5.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsNnd1fb2ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/jYePjHixceI/s1600-h/SEASON-3-PROMO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsNnd1fb2ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/jYePjHixceI/s400/SEASON-3-PROMO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I would too... my fav gossips are back... its totally different from OTH and I love how surreal GG is... OTH brings out the good in you&amp;nbsp;while GG brings out the devil with abit of conscience... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo...&amp;nbsp;gossip girl&amp;nbsp;;p&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/2196910145981529043-7301350323875568699?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7301350323875568699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7301350323875568699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7301350323875568699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7301350323875568699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-ravens.html' title='Goodbye Ravens...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SsNhsBc8BbI/AAAAAAAAACw/81g4ID9_q64/s72-c/one-tree-hill-season-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-5336459871536488352</id><published>2009-09-25T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:42:23.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day...</title><content type='html'>Never let someone make you feel like you are not worthy... truth is... they're not worthy of you... Ignorance is a disease and they'll die alone thinking they were worth more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-5336459871536488352?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/5336459871536488352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=5336459871536488352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5336459871536488352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5336459871536488352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-2355599051869241274</id><published>2009-09-21T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:09:21.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrdA8dwqzOI/AAAAAAAAACo/InCUeFnl_Ao/s1600-h/p1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrdA8dwqzOI/AAAAAAAAACo/InCUeFnl_Ao/s320/p1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was&amp;nbsp;a gift &amp;nbsp;by Mdm Chan&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; Ms Ho for Children's Day. I guess we have to thank&amp;nbsp;them both&amp;nbsp;for it. The one&amp;nbsp;and only class pic throughout&amp;nbsp;the 6 years of my pri school life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrdA5Rch8yI/AAAAAAAAACg/2alrgdNpViE/s1600-h/k2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrdA5Rch8yI/AAAAAAAAACg/2alrgdNpViE/s320/k2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kindergarten pic... I'm glad I can still find this... The only 2 people I know in this is Meijun n Geok Ling... Unfortunately, did not really build a close rapport with them... its one of my many regrets till now.... &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/2196910145981529043-2355599051869241274?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/2355599051869241274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=2355599051869241274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2355599051869241274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2355599051869241274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/09/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrdA8dwqzOI/AAAAAAAAACo/InCUeFnl_Ao/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-5363591739651414056</id><published>2009-09-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:50:30.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrOeLIFDCtI/AAAAAAAAACY/eBVA9_JVadA/s1600-h/sad%2520window%2520640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrOeLIFDCtI/AAAAAAAAACY/eBVA9_JVadA/s400/sad%2520window%2520640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my smile has gone...oh wait! Its gone out the window like all my dreams and hopes, and what do i have now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shattered dreams and damaged soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-5363591739651414056?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/5363591739651414056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=5363591739651414056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5363591739651414056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5363591739651414056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile-gone.html' title='smile gone'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrOeLIFDCtI/AAAAAAAAACY/eBVA9_JVadA/s72-c/sad%2520window%2520640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-6797012563503293871</id><published>2009-09-17T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:52:43.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrKTWJSaxkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EJBWspJsaeY/s1600-h/bg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrKTWJSaxkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EJBWspJsaeY/s400/bg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its now 3.46 am... I've just finished with revamping! =) I'm still not really tired, wonders how i'm going to work later... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after my last depressing entry... I have to say I'm much better now... I seriously think that my hormones are playing tricks with me... Sometimes I so high and on days I'm totally lost... I want to be happy, positive but its HARD, really. But I'm glad I'm fine for now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should finish watching Tribute before I go to bed, another 1/2 hour to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-6797012563503293871?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/6797012563503293871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=6797012563503293871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6797012563503293871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6797012563503293871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-now-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SrKTWJSaxkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EJBWspJsaeY/s72-c/bg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-3710036003018021893</id><published>2009-09-12T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:13:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a matter of time....</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I can do this anymore... I just can't... the pain is excruciating. Its like a plague, it comes and goes and its always consuming me.... I've been through this path so many times and whenever things gets better, it simply won't last... My mind is telling me all kinds of bad things...&amp;nbsp;I'm really struggling here... no one ever understands what I'm going through...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So many times I'm hurting... so many times I've suffered alone... and tonight... I'll&amp;nbsp;go this&amp;nbsp;path alone...&amp;nbsp;I've not felt this way in a very long time... but now if&amp;nbsp;I have the courage to be back or not... I'm not sure... Things don't make sense anymore....&amp;nbsp;and if&amp;nbsp;I don't make it back...&amp;nbsp;I really want you to know that its your fault&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;putting me through this...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only a matter of time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-3710036003018021893?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/3710036003018021893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=3710036003018021893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/3710036003018021893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/3710036003018021893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/09/matter-of-time.html' title='a matter of time....'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-8597930877933259532</id><published>2009-09-09T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:56:29.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SqfA0a39B6I/AAAAAAAAACA/oXSzpRd57_Q/s1600-h/spaceball.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SqfB-dVZqyI/AAAAAAAAACI/b34axJioxoc/s1600-h/Peyton-s-Art-one-tree-hill-37603_600_707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SqfB-dVZqyI/AAAAAAAAACI/b34axJioxoc/s320/Peyton-s-Art-one-tree-hill-37603_600_707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grief is like the ocean, it's big and deep &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; dark and bigger than all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-8597930877933259532?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/8597930877933259532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=8597930877933259532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8597930877933259532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8597930877933259532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/09/grief-is-like-ocean-its-big-and-deep.html' title='grief'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SqfB-dVZqyI/AAAAAAAAACI/b34axJioxoc/s72-c/Peyton-s-Art-one-tree-hill-37603_600_707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1672882909976311337</id><published>2009-09-08T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:10:26.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doha</title><content type='html'>Heard from lynn last week that Kleve is leaving for Doha for 3years?! That seems like an eternity but I'm happy for him, I just wish I had the same opportunity as well... though on a shorter period. Well, all I can say is DREAM ON MS CAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to One Tree Hill and Í'm already into S6! All thanks to Ms Ailene who shares her addiction. And because I was bored to death one sunny or rather one rainy sunday afternoon, I started on Heroes too. Sylar is a bad ass. It was only after watching heroes then i remembered i've watched an interview with Oprah? or was it The Ellen Degeneres Show, think its the latter, this Sylar guy was portrayed by Zachary Quinto, and i think he's kinda cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is wet and i have yet to blow dry it. And tomorrow's gonna be another awful day at work. God, please lemme have a peaceful day... Please.. Please... Please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-1672882909976311337?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1672882909976311337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1672882909976311337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1672882909976311337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1672882909976311337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/09/doha.html' title='Doha'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-6627356622025000969</id><published>2009-08-02T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:06:19.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OTH Quote</title><content type='html'>Coach Whitey Durham: Looking back on what I said all those years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I've come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I'm a failure. The important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments. Learn to let go of the past. And recognize that every day won't be sunny, and when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember it's only in the black of night you see the stars. And those stars will lead you back home. So don't be afraid to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, cause most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you'll get everything you wish for. Maybe you'll get more than you ever could have imagined. Who knows where life will take you. The road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-6627356622025000969?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/6627356622025000969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=6627356622025000969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6627356622025000969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6627356622025000969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/08/oth-quote.html' title='OTH Quote'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-8001632008964140975</id><published>2009-05-17T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:26:36.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking Feeling</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I get this deep sinking feeling about everything. My life, my brain, my appearance &amp; even the person that I am. Sometimes, I really wish I can just die. I'm not a fun person to be with and i talked alot only when I'm with certain people. The worst thing is that when I'm with some people I feel like a different person. I tend to listen to what they say and really hate the feeling of not being able to come up with something appropriate to say for that moment. I also tend to withdraw myself when I'm with some people. How can I be more open and out-going? I get bored too but I'm afraid of people who gets bored around me. I feel like I'm supposed to entertain them but somehow I'm unable to. Really am a failure in everything. I really should just die and die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-8001632008964140975?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/8001632008964140975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=8001632008964140975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8001632008964140975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8001632008964140975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/05/sinking-feeling.html' title='Sinking Feeling'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-5633100535957459571</id><published>2009-02-23T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:28:01.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking</title><content type='html'>My eyes welled up from the recent misfortunes fallen upon me. For once, I’ve lost my appetite. I have always feel that my life has been average &amp; just when I’m about to accept it, I’m being pushed into the abyss. Yet, I have to tell myself that I should be grateful for what I have now. I want things to be better but I’m no longer able to help myself. Got to keep going on… however much I try… its not enough… maybe I’m just deceiving myself… feel like shutting down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-5633100535957459571?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/5633100535957459571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=5633100535957459571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5633100535957459571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5633100535957459571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/02/breaking.html' title='Breaking'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1277473191414844053</id><published>2009-02-22T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:00:31.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SaFmMPTiXuI/AAAAAAAAABw/hDAeyxrSVGI/s1600-h/scrap01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SaFmMPTiXuI/AAAAAAAAABw/hDAeyxrSVGI/s200/scrap01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305634196472094434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 여동생&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-1277473191414844053?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1277473191414844053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1277473191414844053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1277473191414844053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1277473191414844053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/02/my.html' title=''/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SaFmMPTiXuI/AAAAAAAAABw/hDAeyxrSVGI/s72-c/scrap01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7557017913095948422</id><published>2009-02-22T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:46:33.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Backdating this entry... was done on the first day of work back in office, after lunar new year...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is over, I cannot believe it! The next holidays gonna be in ….. April… that’s a long way to go… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’ve been looking @ Gua Sha services and I’m really tempted to go sometime soon… ^^ Heard its good…. Can’t wait for it… *wonders when exactly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been fantasizing about striking toto….if I strike big… I’ll quit my job =p The $10 million draw… and I’m content with 2% of it…(Well… the more the merrier…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I seriously need some work to slim down… My uncle calls me ‘ah pui’,  was kinda pissed about it… but truth be told… I am!! f***!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I’ve made up my mind to go jogging in the evening but ultimately, I’ll find excuses to it…. Sometimes its really not my fault that it rains, and at times my breasts feel sore and therefore in no condition to exercise. At that rate, I’ll never be able to fit into size S… (okay, maybe not even size M)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7557017913095948422?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7557017913095948422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7557017913095948422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7557017913095948422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7557017913095948422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-cny.html' title='Post CNY'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1353483643659917320</id><published>2008-12-27T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:38:22.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mum again....</title><content type='html'>mum nags.... she continues to nag.... minutes later she's still nagging...  (well... tmr she'll start again....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-1353483643659917320?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1353483643659917320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1353483643659917320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1353483643659917320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1353483643659917320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/12/mum-again.html' title='mum again....'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-5568684561234021204</id><published>2008-12-27T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:02:54.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum is irritating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sometimes i simply cannot stand my mother. i mean i know that i have to respect her &amp;amp; such, but really her behaviour can be so...so...so...argggghhhhh... she's really trying to push me off the edge.... even if i'm right and she'll make it to the point that she's right and when she's losing in our quarrels... she'll end it by saying " you all are always right, i'm always wrong" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-5568684561234021204?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/5568684561234021204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=5568684561234021204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5568684561234021204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5568684561234021204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/12/mum-is-irritating.html' title='Mum is irritating'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7962677680500809182</id><published>2008-12-01T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:02:20.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savings</title><content type='html'>I think it’s kinda sad that I still have that little savings in my bank. The world revolves around money these days, and yet when it comes to our salary, it remains stagnant. My mum was appalled when she realized how much I’m only worth and she said that when she was my age, with her salary @ only $300 and she was already richer than me. Okay, perhaps the main reason is that I’m too wastrel. Then again everything is so pricey these days. I think it’s time to really curb my spending. The ultimate question remains though is, will I be able to do it? Will my compulsive habit be stopped? Will I have the discipline to save more than I spend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7962677680500809182?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7962677680500809182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7962677680500809182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7962677680500809182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7962677680500809182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/12/savings.html' title='Savings'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-2823102457152978527</id><published>2008-11-16T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:03:29.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Palace</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I brought YH along for pedicure @ Nail Palace Sun plaza. After all, I’ve already had a package signed since last year. I know how pushy they are and so I’ve already made a mental note to myself that I should be firm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went for pedi &amp; mani, it was 3 weeks ago, the 2 nail technicians asked me to do the spa treatment, initially I didn’t want to but I’ve known for a fact that my skin is dry, and so I agreed. I didn’t know what was coming. While blow drying my nails, they launched an attack, kept bugging me to sign up for the spa package seeing that my hands and legs are dry and they kept emphasizing that since I’m young I should take care of my skin and how the spa treatment will smoothen my skin yadayada…. I kept telling THEM NO. I do not want, and fyi while doing my nails I’ve told them I had class at 8pm. So on and on, they pestered until I realized that it’s already 8 then I told them I really have to go, and then they stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to last weekend, we went there at around 715. Two nail technicians attended to us. They weren’t my usual manicurist/pedicurist (Lyndy n Lena), which was a relief for me.  The lady doing my nails started saying my nails are dry. So she asked if I wanted to buy the basecoat, which sort of protects my nails. And since I’ve bought it before I agreed. She asked if I wanna do treatment (I think) but I said no, and she didn’t pursue which was a surprised to me. And YH was kinda ignorant when her pedicurist asked if she wants to do god knows what, she asked me!! And I shot her an angry look. She took the hint and says no to the person. Throughout the session, it was kinda peaceful. Okay, finally!! time to dry our nails. I thought that I should be safe from further being “psycho” to sign on any more packages, well apart for the base coat which costs $36. I was DEAD WRONG!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The launching of attack began.  They started by saying, I’ve got a package for you and see if you are interested. Okay, since I still have a few more sessions to go and I do not want to be “blacklisted” by them I listened. She said there’s this package which I can “top up” my current package for 12 sessions I’ll get 6 free?(Can’t exactly remember) Then she went on saying that it is a good deal yadada, that they’ll increase the the price of mani n pedi by a dollar and that during Chinese new year, the amount will double. &lt;strong&gt;I thought to myself, I still have about 4 times pedi and 6 times mani, why do you talk about me having to pay double for CNY.&lt;/strong&gt; Well obviously I didn’t say it out.  Anyways, I told them economy crisis leh, can’t afford to anyhow spend my money. Instead of sympathizing, she said you can pay ½ of it now and the rest later. FYI, the package she wanted me to sign costs &gt;$700. They kept saying it’s more worth it, seeing that my package costs “that much” . I was appalled. When I signed on initially they said it was a good deal, now they contradict themselves by saying that my package isn’t that great!? Anyways, eventually she gave up, but she asked me to sign another package Pedicure + Scrub= Free Manicure. All I got to do is top up another $300++ then I’ll get 12 times P+S and free M. This time I snapped. Told them that this is ridiculous. &lt;em&gt;First time I came here, you told me to sign up my current package, now you’re telling me, my package is not worth it, that I should further sign on to get a better deal when I still have so many sessions left! I know you’re trying to earn money but can’t u see I still have so many sessions left. And I’d have understand if I only have a couple of sessions left. With this she defended herself by saying I’m merely trying to help you save money seeing that your current package costs $45 and our promotion is only $42.&lt;/em&gt; After that they FINALLY stopped bugging me. After finishing my current package I’m never ever patronizing NAIL PALACE EVER AGAIN. They are damn pushy and they do not understand the word “NO”. I get the feeling that they try that hard because of commission. I can tell you, that’s one of the worst experiences ever.  Bugger!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-2823102457152978527?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/2823102457152978527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=2823102457152978527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2823102457152978527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2823102457152978527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-saturday-i-brought-yh-along-for.html' title='Nail Palace'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-5973880543019057882</id><published>2008-10-15T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:12:42.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mellben 232 amk ave 3</title><content type='html'>Last night, peili,xiuqi,candy and I went for a crab feast @ Mellben Seafood in Ang Mo Kio. We arrived 5 mins past 8 and there was quite a queue. We waited for about 10 mins before we were ushered to our seats. By then, we had already placed our orders. We had butter crab (honestly this is my first time trying! all my life I've been eating chilli crab,black pepper crab and steam flower crab), bread prawns, fried vermicelli (which apparently is mee sua, not dong fen) and of course their signature dish, claypot crab beehoon . We waited for more than 1/2 hr before our vermicelli arrived (A long wait indeed). By then, we were ravenous  and upon seeing the food, we attacked. To my disappointment, the mee sua isn't to my liking,I'd think my mum cooks it better. Besides, the portion is too small for it to cost $8, looks more like 4. Then,came the claypot crab beehoon, well being my first time trying, I can't wait to taste the food that everyone's talking about. The soup was rich but kinda oily. Unlike other places,the crab was huge. Had a pincer and it was filled with meat, the most satisfying crab eating ever. Even though crab eating can be utterly messy, I was overall contended with this meal, though the waitress who took our orders pulled such a long face, and was extremely rude. Compare to the food, their service needs to improve by a very long margin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Initially planned to take yummy photos to show, but because of the long wait, and the moment the food arrived, I've totally forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-5973880543019057882?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/5973880543019057882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=5973880543019057882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5973880543019057882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5973880543019057882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/10/mellben-232-amk-ave-3.html' title='mellben 232 amk ave 3'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-5452387081103779397</id><published>2008-10-14T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:08:46.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Kept sneezing yesterday. Took my sis’s flu tab, it was supposed to make me drowsy, well it did. However, less than 3 hours after falling asleep, I woke up feeling hot, and so I switched on the air con. Even with the air-cooling, I did not sleep well. To think the flu tab was supposed to knock me out, guess it didn’t work. And now, I’m so lethargic, and feeling worse than yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-5452387081103779397?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/5452387081103779397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=5452387081103779397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5452387081103779397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5452387081103779397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-3113749629687730513</id><published>2008-10-11T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:01:32.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just blabbering...</title><content type='html'>Gee... it's kinda tough having to remember all the passwords that I have,in this instance, I've got to type 4 times to log in here. Guess my memory sucks. Anyways, that's not what I'm here for. Well, not sure why I logged in in the first place, all I know is I've got no topic in mind. As usual, my mind is mostly blank, I think I don't really use it hard enough, and there's one thing I've learn or rather I know, which is kinda weird, that is I know how to 'shut my brain'. This means that I'm able to stare blankly into space and without thinking of anything. If you must know, my mind has a tendency of wandering off. Thus, to be able to 'shut my brain' is somewhat peculiar. I know I'm weird, but that's not your problem anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-3113749629687730513?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/3113749629687730513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=3113749629687730513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/3113749629687730513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/3113749629687730513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-blabbering.html' title='just blabbering...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-494589656133967083</id><published>2008-09-26T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:48:01.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>I’ve got a revelation. It just occurs to me that I should be content with what I have now. Before now, my term of luck used to be the day I strike 4D or Toto, marrying a rich husband. Now, even without all those, I know that my being lucky is when nothing bad happens to me, be it work related, health or wealth. I’m not someone who should live in luxury. I was born average and I should not be pinning for a life so unrealistic… besides I’m not exceptionally smart in anyway…  and compare to those who are less fortunate, I should really count my blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-494589656133967083?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/494589656133967083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=494589656133967083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/494589656133967083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/494589656133967083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/09/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7942150265733570698</id><published>2008-09-23T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:45:50.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad days</title><content type='html'>These couple of days hasn’t gone well at all for me. Yesterday, YS asked me about the renewal which rightfully was sent to me last Monday and she wanted me to send it out by last Friday. However last Tuesday, I’ve found out that there are still things I needed to verify with broker and the broker only managed to reply my email last Friday. Anyways, back to yesterday, I told her that the broker only got back to me last Friday, and thus I have yet to bill and the broker’s reply wasn’t that clear (and by the way, it was still 9 in the morning, and how am I supposed to be already be processing the renewal?!! )Then she said something about that I should not delay anymore. Spoken as if I was the one who delay it in the first place!  Was kinda pissed about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last evening received an email(complain) from broker regarding underwriting  saying we should be more careful… blah blah blah… (as though all the letters are wrongly issued!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, Linas was asking why did I not address the envelope that I sent.. well got to admit it was my fault for the overlooked but then she spoke as if I did it on purpose! WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks! &lt;br /&gt;Arrrghh!!! So fucked up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7942150265733570698?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7942150265733570698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7942150265733570698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7942150265733570698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7942150265733570698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-days.html' title='Bad days'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7431391003206738144</id><published>2008-09-20T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:13:42.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gucci</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SNXX_2yhi8I/AAAAAAAAABU/1ftoZNov3GU/s1600-h/Dsc00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SNXX_2yhi8I/AAAAAAAAABU/1ftoZNov3GU/s200/Dsc00081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248338432809339842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SNXYADtlh_I/AAAAAAAAABc/1LCn54j8vGk/s1600-h/Dsc00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SNXYADtlh_I/AAAAAAAAABc/1LCn54j8vGk/s200/Dsc00154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248338436278290418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7431391003206738144?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7431391003206738144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7431391003206738144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7431391003206738144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7431391003206738144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/09/gucci.html' title='Gucci'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SNXX_2yhi8I/AAAAAAAAABU/1ftoZNov3GU/s72-c/Dsc00081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-6834057559879036883</id><published>2008-09-18T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:29:25.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIA</title><content type='html'>It has been 3 days since the queue at our customer service centre, last night left work at 7pm and there were still many people in and out of the csc. Heard that the staff there actually stayed till midnight.  Even with the US government’s intervention and also our central bank assuring that AIA has more than sufficient capital and reserves, everyone’s faith in AIA is diminished. The first couple of days, I wasn’t that worried, but after last night and today, with an even bigger crowd, I’m beginning to feel that I may lose my job because of the termination of policies. Right now, I’m only looking forward to the 2.5 months bonus at the end of the year. (Please do not spoil what I’m so anticipating about.) And then, will see what happens after that, because we work for the US government now. Hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-6834057559879036883?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/6834057559879036883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=6834057559879036883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6834057559879036883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6834057559879036883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/09/aia.html' title='AIA'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-4805409910614168060</id><published>2008-09-17T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:55:31.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Makan cancelled!</title><content type='html'>We were supposed to go to this Korean restaurant later, but a few minutes ago, our dear candy cancelled on us. Kinda pissed about it, as it’s only ½ hr till we leave work. Though I’ve already  expect that she’ll not want to go, but she could have tell us earlier today. Now I have to settle my own dinner.  *sobs*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-4805409910614168060?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/4805409910614168060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=4805409910614168060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/4805409910614168060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/4805409910614168060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/09/korean-makan-cancelled.html' title='Korean Makan cancelled!'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7137362281430125063</id><published>2008-09-05T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:58:51.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>invitation</title><content type='html'>Pamela asked for my address a few days ago, and i already guessed what she wants to send me- an invitation. Well, I guess it's about time as well! Still, Congrats! True enough, the red envelope was in my letterbox. Realised that the date might also coincide with our d&amp;d, hmm... i hope it doesn't. For, it'd be a difficult decision for me. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why do i have a strong feeling that it might clash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7137362281430125063?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7137362281430125063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7137362281430125063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7137362281430125063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7137362281430125063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/09/invitation.html' title='invitation'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-2625716490874249501</id><published>2008-07-28T18:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:31:10.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/23/08</title><content type='html'>I feel much better today; yesterday was so despondent, felt like I’ve fallen into the abyss again. I can’t say I’ve climbed back up, but I do not feel much trepidation… at least for now, I’m composed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the subject of backpacking still lingers much fervently, I’m still contemplating on it. It’s gonna be a huge decision. Sometimes, I simply think too much, but if I don’t, whatever I do will be seen as impetuous. I most certainly do not want my family to think I’m being irresponsible. (Will they?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got so many plans in my mind that I’m afraid that not even one’s gonna get fulfilled. Thanks to myself for being too fickle, can’t seem to settle on anything.  I have many thoughts/dreams that I’m not sure which one is imperative anymore, because everything seems equally important. Guess the downfall will be, not getting any dreams being fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is indisputably going through a bad patch right now, there are backlogs to clear &amp; then there’s this loma exams coming in November. Have yet to decide if I wanna register for it for I’m afraid that I might not last till then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that the peak season is Oct-Jan, but now we’re already in July and the ‘peak’ never seem to go off. Everyone’s busy with his or her work and they stayed till late. For me, the latest till 8 and I refused to go beyond that. Well, that’s me… I’m simply not as hardworking as the rest. For having to sit in front of the pc for nearly 12 hours, feel as if I’m going blind soon. These days, I don’t even spend much time to ‘dawdle’ in cyberspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-2625716490874249501?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/2625716490874249501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=2625716490874249501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2625716490874249501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2625716490874249501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/07/72308_28.html' title='7/23/08'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-2494725298539982609</id><published>2008-07-28T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:28:23.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/23/08</title><content type='html'>I feel much better today; yesterday was so despondent, felt like I’ve fallen into the abyss again. I can’t say I’ve climbed back up, but I do not feel much trepidation… at least for now, I’m composed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the subject of backpacking still lingers much fervently, I’m still contemplating on it. It’s gonna be a huge decision. Sometimes, I simply think too much, but if I don’t, whatever I do will be seen as impetuous. I most certainly do not want my family to think I’m being irresponsible. (Will they?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got so many plans in my mind that I’m afraid that not even one’s gonna get fulfilled. Thanks to myself for being too fickle, can’t seem to settle on anything.  I have many thoughts/dreams that I’m not sure which one is imperative anymore, because everything seems equally important. Guess the downfall will be, not getting any dreams being fulfilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-2494725298539982609?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/2494725298539982609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=2494725298539982609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2494725298539982609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2494725298539982609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/07/72308.html' title='7/23/08'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-671775529792440705</id><published>2008-07-26T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:12:17.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bruise easily...</title><content type='html'>We all hide our faces with different masks. The day begins, put on the masks before facing the world!, at the end of the day we are all alone, remove those masks one by one and finally see who we are in front of the mirror!.Its hurting, frustrating but that's the only protection, we all use against this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-671775529792440705?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/671775529792440705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=671775529792440705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/671775529792440705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/671775529792440705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-bruise-easily.html' title='I bruise easily...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-3473430159637215098</id><published>2008-07-23T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:03:36.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>All my life, I’ve been struggling, struggling to find my senses, struggling to be the person, that everyone wants me to be, but I’m never what I’m supposed to be.  I hate who I’ve become and I find people who are smart and shrewd intimidating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;All I ever wanted is someone who truly looks up to me. &lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been harboring to pack up my bag and go travel. As of to date, I have yet to find my guts (and probably money) to do it.  Traveling alone can be so frightful but I know that once I’ve taken my first steps, I’ll be okay…. Or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-3473430159637215098?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/3473430159637215098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=3473430159637215098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/3473430159637215098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/3473430159637215098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-8122212361525110247</id><published>2008-07-21T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T03:02:18.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tissue paper</title><content type='html'>This is so maddening! Went Lao Pa Sat for lunch earlier, as we were somewhat late and we had to wait for seats. Finally, when we got ourselves a table in front of the desserts stall. We left our tissue papers on the table n went to get food. It wa quite a long wait for my dumpling noodles. And finally, when I gotten my food i went towards our 'reserved' table, then i saw candy and muiling standing near 'our' table but there were 3 women already there eating! We were infuriated. Muiling went over and asked the 3 ah ju ma if they saw any tissues there, two of them apparently knew eah other said they only saw one packet(WE LEFT 4 packs btw)I mean it was kinda maddening as not only we lost our tissues we also lost our seats and after that we've got to wait liks morons with tray of food for seats. Irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-8122212361525110247?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/8122212361525110247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=8122212361525110247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8122212361525110247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8122212361525110247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/07/tissue-paper.html' title='Tissue paper'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7290740871674923859</id><published>2008-07-06T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:56:31.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick! hide those sharp knives and that little bottle of poison...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7290740871674923859?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7290740871674923859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7290740871674923859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7290740871674923859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7290740871674923859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-hide-those-sharp-knives-and-that.html' title='Quick! hide those sharp knives and that little bottle of poison...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-6104967242878587047</id><published>2008-07-06T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T02:22:50.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Out All The Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Another song to relate to... It is a sort of confession and an attempt at redemption. I want to be remembered as a good person in other peoples memory when i do die.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZIummTz9mM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZIummTz9mM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="270" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was missing&lt;br /&gt;You were so scared&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one else cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I woke with this fear&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaving&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my beating&lt;br /&gt;I've shared what I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-6104967242878587047?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/6104967242878587047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=6104967242878587047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6104967242878587047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/6104967242878587047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/07/leave-out-all-rest.html' title='Leave Out All The Rest'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-5831782004878509536</id><published>2008-07-06T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:33:17.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is short...</title><content type='html'>life is too short to worry about stupid shit. so have fun, get drunk and fall in love! say what i want to say and do what i want to do. Regret nothing and don’t let people who don’t matter, bring me down"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-5831782004878509536?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/5831782004878509536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=5831782004878509536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5831782004878509536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5831782004878509536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-short.html' title='life is short...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7393673013888132971</id><published>2008-06-22T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:37:17.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby Vinton - Sealed With a Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Heard these songs in the trailer "everyone loves mandy lane" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6PgKomlLDc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6PgKomlLDc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="270" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TINbm_I90k8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TINbm_I90k8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="270" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we've got to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;For the summer&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I promise you this&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you all my love&lt;br /&gt;Everyday in a letter&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's gonna be cold, lonely summer&lt;br /&gt;But I'll fill the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Everyday in a letter&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear your voice everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I'll run to tenderly hold you&lt;br /&gt;But, Darlin' you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;For the summer&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the love we'll miss&lt;br /&gt;Let us make a pledge&lt;br /&gt;To meet in September&lt;br /&gt;And seal it with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7393673013888132971?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7393673013888132971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7393673013888132971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7393673013888132971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7393673013888132971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/06/bobby-vinton-sealed-with-kiss.html' title='Bobby Vinton - Sealed With a Kiss'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-5267618540638494234</id><published>2008-06-20T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:05:40.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>had the weirdest conversation ever</title><content type='html'>Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're yilin's sister huh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not her sis... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's  her... ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its not funny?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so how  ya doin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone told me that you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im wat? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo charmaine r u still der?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where have you been the last few weeks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huh? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is really weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yes someone told me that you  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OmG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait, i still dont believe you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who told u tt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not only me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were going to your wake?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;till it suddenly got mysteriously cancelled?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; who else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ehh... so er ...  what exactly happened huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is indeed  weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait.. send me an sms so i know its really you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this better not be some sick joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or do u noe so eone by the name of yilin as  well?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  sent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and im  no ghost'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i nv receive your sms leh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what number did u send to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;91527***&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or have u changed&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;correct leh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;send another one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my hp hang juz now &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its really you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; YES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so can u like tel  me  whats  going on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how  did i die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who told u tt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 weeks ago someone said u committed suicide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got the news from puay ching, who got the news from hong li&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and hong li is your cousin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;since when was he your cousin?? how come i didnt know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's not!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's yeesim '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s cousin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OmG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i kept asking "cai yilin?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she said yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ehh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my goodness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good thing i didnt delete you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10% of me still believed that it's not true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;than s only 10%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no wonder i wanted to find out where you're buried and nobody could tell me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huh... but... did someone really die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well at least its not you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ehh... yea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char - Mobile Database says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mourned for a long time okie  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thnks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do u noe if anyone passed away recently?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our sch one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;who ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liew yiling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouh...  what happend to her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because of relationship prob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u noe  what...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone thot it  was  me.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lolx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got some of them confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOLX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ha funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[¥ï] Sometimes its enough just to know what you're going to do next. [lïñ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lolx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hengxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;no prob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-5267618540638494234?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/5267618540638494234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=5267618540638494234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5267618540638494234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/5267618540638494234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/06/had-weirdest-conversation-ever.html' title='had the weirdest conversation ever'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-2115898404015961873</id><published>2008-06-14T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:33:33.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StEPhAnie</title><content type='html'>I saw a friend's nick on her msn and can't help but being bothered by what she says... "I don't know why I have a friend like her".... "Be careful when making friends, do not make the wrong friends and regret forever" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what exactly happened but I think its kinda harsh and childish to say something like that...(mind you we're adults... I know i'm childish at times but still not to that extend so...) &lt;br /&gt;but then again maybe she could be in a spirit of anger... How do I let her know that in terms of making friends, no matter what... you'll find people that are good and bad, trustworthy, un-trustworthy...  and that does not stop one from making friends... afterall... the person is already her friend... and the fact that nobody is perfect... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If on the other hand, the person is truly unforgivable ... I'd say.. stay mad for now... find a time to reconcile... voice out whatever unhappiness to her and sort things out or... alternatively, delete whatever contact you have with her and never see her again... but no point in saying something hurtful for all to see... afterall it is a problem between 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...i'm not trying to pry or be nosey... but that's just my opinion...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-2115898404015961873?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/2115898404015961873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=2115898404015961873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2115898404015961873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2115898404015961873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/06/stephanie.html' title='StEPhAnie'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-8616790792201583959</id><published>2008-06-08T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:11:33.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paracetamoxyfrusebendroneomycin</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;came across these very interesting songs by amateur transplants... I love "the drugs song", its hilarious n very clever... esp the parts "and if you want to overdose there's always paracetamol" &amp; "You must remember all these drugs,The names of which you’ve learnt from me,Or fuck ‘em all &amp; get a job in Orthopaedic Surgery." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drugs song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXROnzpsrlg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXROnzpsrlg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="270" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paracetamoxyfrusebendroneomycin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlmEc8rd_Nw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlmEc8rd_Nw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="270" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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title='Paracetamoxyfrusebendroneomycin'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7123574258099364482</id><published>2008-06-07T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:52:31.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mcr uk protests.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;just last week, it was on the news that teens in london were protesting about MCR's suicide label.&lt;br /&gt;apparently,the widely read tabloid Daily Mail reported that the band encouraged suicide after a 13 year old girl who hanged herself two weeks after listening to their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started listening to mcr only abt the time when 'the black parade' was out and i have to say i'm definitely not obsessed with death. even though i used to be suicidal, but after playing their songs for very many times, it does not trigger any death intentions... i'm just saying i don't believe that mcr's songs are that influential enough to do that...  on the other hand...i mean think about what society has been doing to us over the past decades... even though technology has advanced... it does not only to improve our daily lifestyles... it also causes much more anxieties and stress to everyone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that the girl has to resort to this but i think whatever led her to this... has got to do with some of her own unresolvable issues... and not mcr... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7123574258099364482?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1604422098917657795</id><published>2008-05-31T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:23:34.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Us</title><content type='html'>Joan Osborne: One of Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1jSvgBaNjM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1jSvgBaNjM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="270" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had a name what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you call it to his face?&lt;br /&gt;If you were faced with him in all his glory&lt;br /&gt;what would you ask if you had just one question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, God is great&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, God is good&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us?&lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had a face&lt;br /&gt;What would it look like?&lt;br /&gt;And would you want to see&lt;br /&gt;If seeing meant that you would have to believe&lt;br /&gt;In things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints&lt;br /&gt;and all the Prophets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us?&lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Back up to Heaven all alone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody callin' on the phone&lt;br /&gt;cept for the Pope maybe in Rome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-1604422098917657795?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1604422098917657795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1604422098917657795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1604422098917657795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1604422098917657795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-of-us.html' title='One Of Us'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1356640059436757813</id><published>2008-05-31T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:01:06.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so alone... christine evans</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;stubble upon this song and i think i can kinda relate to it...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Evans: I'm So Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnCl6FdvA44&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnCl6FdvA44&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="270" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody see or feel my pain&lt;br /&gt;I had to get away, don’t tell me&lt;br /&gt;How dumb and irresponsible I became&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be resentful&lt;br /&gt;Of things I didn’t do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late out, it’s getting cold&lt;br /&gt;Take me anywhere, I’m so alone&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do what I was told&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I can make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother told me not to curse&lt;br /&gt;From what I did that wasn’t the worst&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s always watching my every move&lt;br /&gt;Like there’s something I’ve always gotta prove&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m young, does that make me stupid&lt;br /&gt;Oh can you hear me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late out, it’s getting cold&lt;br /&gt;Take me anywhere, I’m so alone&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do what I was told&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I can make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired but I'm waiting for an answer&lt;br /&gt;For someone to show me where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I cannot rest until I get what I need&lt;br /&gt;I've never been religious, but I've wanted to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late out, it’s getting cold&lt;br /&gt;Take me anywhere, I’m so alone&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do what I was told&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I can make it on my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-1356640059436757813?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1356640059436757813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1356640059436757813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1356640059436757813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1356640059436757813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-alone-christine-evans.html' title='i&apos;m so alone... christine evans'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-8712013997646081126</id><published>2008-05-25T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:09:32.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Dream It's Over lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I dunno why but this song has been playing in my head for the past few days... probably suffering from LSS... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3NnewTgQDY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3NnewTgQDY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="270" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is freedom within, there is freedom without&lt;br /&gt;Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup&lt;br /&gt;There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never see the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;While you're traveling with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, hey now&lt;br /&gt;Don't dream it's over&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, hey now&lt;br /&gt;When the world comes in&lt;br /&gt;They come, they come&lt;br /&gt;To build a wall between us&lt;br /&gt;We know they won't win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm towing my car, there's a hole in the roof&lt;br /&gt;My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof&lt;br /&gt;In the paper today tales of war and of waste&lt;br /&gt;But you turn right over to the T.V. page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum&lt;br /&gt;And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Only shadows ahead barely clearing the roof&lt;br /&gt;Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-8712013997646081126?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/8712013997646081126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=8712013997646081126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8712013997646081126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/8712013997646081126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-dream-its-over-lyrics.html' title='Don&apos;t Dream It&apos;s Over lyrics'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7458804327056302995</id><published>2008-05-24T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T04:43:36.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after 33 years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SDf_CmNpIEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iavByv4xPfg/s1600-h/20080523_3151_img1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SDf_CmNpIEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iavByv4xPfg/s320/20080523_3151_img1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203908314532487234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR 33 years, it was her dream to meet her birth family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Miss Teikai Lin Fraser's dream was realised at a tearful reunion with her mother and eight of her 12 siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fraser, who was given up for adoption when she was a few days old, embraced her 73-year-old birth mother Madam Liow Kui Huay, at her home in Jurong East yesterday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tearful reunion came after Miss Fraser's siblings saw her story in The New Paper on 12 May and Lianhe Wanbao the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fraser, a Canadian citizen, had approached the media to look for her birth family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the reunion, the first words Madam Liow said to Miss Fraser were to ask if she was doing okay in Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Miss Fraser is English-speaking, she was not able to understand her mother. So her older sister Madam Joanna Chua, 35, an accountant, translated for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fraser told her mother that she was 'doing well'. She also addressed her as 'mum'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing her shoulders gently, Madam Liow held on tightly to her long-lost daughter for a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Liow said: 'I am thankful to her adoptive parents for bringing her up so well. I've always regretted giving her away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But now I don't because she's a healthy and capable university graduate.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Reunited at last, Madam Liow Kui Huay held on tighly to her long-lost daughter, Miss Teikai Lin Frasier, for a few minutes. TNP Pictures: NATASHIA LEE &lt;br /&gt;SURREAL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fraser said the joyous occasion was 'overwhelming and almost surreal' for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's pretty amazing. I've waited a long time for this day to come. I did not know what to expect but I definitely feel welcomed and loved.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they hugged, Miss Fraser offered joss-sticks to her deceased birth father. She also served Madam Liow a cup of tea as a show of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Liow then gave her a red packet. Madam Chua explained to Miss Fraser that the red packet was a token of their mother's love for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fraser's second eldest brother, Mr Chua Kim Seng, 51, a taxi driver, shed light on what happened decades ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said his mother had always blamed his father for giving their daughter up for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chua, who had also opposed the adoption, added: 'Which mother would want to give her child away?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said his father was in bad health at that time and could not give Miss Fraser a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their diet of porridge and sweet potatoes in the past is proof of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chua said: 'My mother was heartbroken. She tried to argue with my father but he was as stubborn as he was bad-tempered.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said Madam Liow had 'lost many nights of sleep over the years' over the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Chua added that her mother often had dreams of cradling her baby once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Miss Fraser's siblings, Madam Liow had also tried to take her daughter back from her adoptive parents while they were in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was not allowed to enter their Upper Thomson Road home as the Canadian couple were fearful that she would take the baby away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she could only stand outside and hear the baby's cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVED TO CANADA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years, Mr Chua returned to the home in search of his younger sister. He found out that she had been taken to Canada in 1975.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister, Madam Chua Kim Heok, 43, who owns an eatery in Malaysia, said they remained positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She added: 'We told our mum to stay healthy so that she would be around for a day like this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Liow said she does not blame her husband for giving their daughter away anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Look at how she turned out,' she said of Miss Fraser. 'She's healthy, pretty and the most educated in the family.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the siblings joked: 'She's the tallest girl in our family too so she must have had enough milk to drink.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Chua is glad that her sister came forward to look for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: 'We lost contact with her and we knew that it would be close to impossible to locate her in Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So we were hoping that she would approach the Singapore media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We're grateful to the media. It's because of the reports that we have found our sister.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fraser, who is an urban planner, said her next step is to learn more about her culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I will come back as often as my job permits me to see my family here. My adoptive family is very supportive of this.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the remaining four siblings she will be meeting, she also has 13 nephews and nieces whom she hopes to get to know at a family reunion dinner this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that although she felt 'shy' at first, she could not wait to catch up with her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's been 33 years, there are so many things I want to say, where do I start?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody Zaccheus, newsroom intern&lt;br /&gt;The Electric New Paper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7458804327056302995?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7458804327056302995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7458804327056302995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7458804327056302995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7458804327056302995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-33-years.html' title='after 33 years...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SDf_CmNpIEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iavByv4xPfg/s72-c/20080523_3151_img1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-693542047873047994</id><published>2008-05-22T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:46:08.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sichuan Earthquake</title><content type='html'>As we have already known, A major earthquake with a richter scale of 7.8 hit Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province of China on 12 May 2008, causing huge casualties and extensive damage to property.. By 19/05/08, over 34,073 peoples had been killed, 245,108 injured while 3.46 million houses had collapsed or been damaged and local infrastructures seriously damaged. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural disaster is unpredictable and unavoidable; thousands of people lost their families in just a short while. Earthquake is unemotional and it doesn't care for the precious human life, even it is a small children's life. But human beings are kind-hearted and emotional. Your kind contribution would be a relief to the victims, and will be much appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any staffs if wants to donate in term of cash or by telegraphic transfers and GIRO, can use the below special account that opened by the Embassy of the People's Republic of China in Singapore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneficiary's Name: &lt;strong&gt;Sichuan Earthquake Relief Fund-Chinese Embassy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneficiary's Bank: &lt;strong&gt;Bank of China Singapore Branch &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Account No.: &lt;strong&gt;011-0-024188-6 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore China Embassy also receives donations in cash and cheques directly. All cheques are expected to be crossed and made payable to: Sichuan Earthquake Relief Fund-Chinese Embassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The affected areas are also in great need of small water correction equipment, small generators, concentrated food, tents, blankets, sleeping bags, stretchers, jacks, wheelchairs, electric cutting machines, etc. You may liaise with china embassy if you wish to donate the above materials to the quake-stricken regions. The contact information is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 64180238/64712117 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 67343875 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email: chinaemb_sg@mfa.gov.cn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please kindly leave your name and contact details while making contributions in whatever form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all human being in this same earth village, please help each other whenever necessary, thank you very much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-693542047873047994?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/693542047873047994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=693542047873047994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/693542047873047994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/693542047873047994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/sichuan-earthquake.html' title='Sichuan Earthquake'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7866585893603779396</id><published>2008-05-22T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:43:30.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the battle of davids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i'm not a exactly a fan of david archuleta but that's because well... the obvious, i prefer david cook... but david with an A, really pull this off... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ouh, and david cook's the american idol... ^_^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;besides that the first great news of the day was... Man Utd won the champions league!! This day couldn't get any better. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fhppDEvNk6c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fhppDEvNk6c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="270" height="235"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7866585893603779396?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7866585893603779396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7866585893603779396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7866585893603779396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7866585893603779396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/battle-of-davids.html' title='the battle of davids...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-7172337349959349072</id><published>2008-05-13T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T07:09:38.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music of the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think David Cook makes a great phantom... I'm totally mesmerized...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOcpwazvTwU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOcpwazvTwU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="275" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-7172337349959349072?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/7172337349959349072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=7172337349959349072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7172337349959349072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/7172337349959349072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-of-night.html' title='music of the night'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1297277899646773346</id><published>2008-05-13T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:57:56.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; feels peculiar n yet at the same time, relieved that she's found us... i'm not sure how my grandma feels... must have been really hard on her...  and till now i feel as though i'm watching a tv drama... anyways, she'll be back on friday from... thailand? and my dad says she'll be staying at da gu's place?! and hopefully i get to meet her too... kinda wanna see how she looks like in person... hmmm...  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-1297277899646773346?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1297277899646773346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1297277899646773346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1297277899646773346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1297277899646773346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday.html' title='friday....'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1717448416618926193</id><published>2008-05-11T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:29:23.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Every family has got a history and story to tell, and so does both my parents' side. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For a very long time, I've known through my mum that our paternal grandparents gave up a daughter for adoption because they were extremely poor. And my dad always says he grew up eating plain porridge with soya sauce... I always think that she's fortunate,because she's gotten a better family... many times, when I see articles or programs on people looking for their families,i'll ask my mum if our 'aunt' will be also looking for her family... or will our ah ma be looking for her too... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And this morning my dad showed my sis this article...I do not know whether they'll be calling the hotline... We'll have to wait and see...&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for some reasons, I've never seen my dad's family photo, I didn't even know they did have one as well... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SCd_wpc3yZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sW_AMSRt_10/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SCd_wpc3yZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sW_AMSRt_10/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199264768559925650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-1717448416618926193?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/1717448416618926193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=1717448416618926193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1717448416618926193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/1717448416618926193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-of-my-family.html' title='Story of my family...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SCd_wpc3yZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sW_AMSRt_10/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-2680134183789506681</id><published>2008-05-11T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:19:40.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>american idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't usually watch American Idol, but when it comes to the top 3, I've already have my favorite. ^_^ &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5Hpa7vD4Bc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5Hpa7vD4Bc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="275" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baba O'Riley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out here in the fields&lt;br /&gt;I fight for my meals&lt;br /&gt;I get my back into my living&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to fight&lt;br /&gt;To prove I'm right&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't raise your eye&lt;br /&gt;It's only teenage wasteland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally ,take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Travel south crossland&lt;br /&gt;Put out the fire&lt;br /&gt;Don't look past my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;The exodus is here&lt;br /&gt;The happy ones are near&lt;br /&gt;Let's get together&lt;br /&gt;Before we get much older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage wasteland&lt;br /&gt;It's only teenage wasteland&lt;br /&gt;Teenage wasteland&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Teenage wasteland&lt;br /&gt;They're all wasted!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-2680134183789506681?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/2680134183789506681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=2680134183789506681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2680134183789506681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2680134183789506681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol.html' title='american idol'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-487947541081667717</id><published>2008-05-11T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:46:21.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't like mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Monday is defintely a blue blue day, to even think of it makes me flinch. &lt;br /&gt;Back in the 70s, a 16 year old girl open fire at children arriving at Clevland Elementary school in San Diego from her house across the street,killing 2 men, 8 students &amp; a police officer. The Principal was attempting to save the children in the line of fire when he shot and killed. The girl used a rifle that her dad gave her as a gift.(I still do not understand why her dad gave such a thing as gift?!It's quite appalling.)Well, as to what impelled her into this form of muderous madness, she said "I don't like Mondays. this livens up the day." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if this is true, but apparently, this song was written based on the girl.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/POl4vFp-5os&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/POl4vFp-5os&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="275" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silicon chip inside her head&lt;br /&gt;Gets switched to overload&lt;br /&gt;And nobody's gonna go to school today&lt;br /&gt;She's going to make them stay at home&lt;br /&gt;And daddy doesn't understand it&lt;br /&gt;He always said she was as good as gold&lt;br /&gt;And he can see no reason&lt;br /&gt;Cos there are no reasons&lt;br /&gt;What reason do you need to be shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;I want to shoot&lt;br /&gt;The whole day down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telex machine is kept so clean&lt;br /&gt;As it types to a waiting world&lt;br /&gt;And mother feels so shocked&lt;br /&gt;Father's world is rocked&lt;br /&gt;And their thoughts turn to&lt;br /&gt;Their own little girl&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 16 ain't that peachy keen&lt;br /&gt;No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat&lt;br /&gt;They can see no reasons&lt;br /&gt;Cos there are no reasons&lt;br /&gt;What reason do you need to be shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;I want to shoot&lt;br /&gt;The whole day down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the playings stopped in the playground now&lt;br /&gt;She wants to play with her toys a while&lt;br /&gt;And school's out early and soon we'll be learning&lt;br /&gt;And the lesson today is how to die&lt;br /&gt;And then the bullhorn crackles&lt;br /&gt;And the captain crackles&lt;br /&gt;With the problems and the how's and why's&lt;br /&gt;And he can see no reasons&lt;br /&gt;Cos there are no reasons&lt;br /&gt;What reason do you need to die&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-487947541081667717?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/487947541081667717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=487947541081667717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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writings over the past few years... mostly on my feelings... realised how easily we stopped doing these little things in our leisure... but then again... everyday is so hectic that i don't even stop to think and feel anymore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I say, is not what I think,&lt;br /&gt;How I express, is not how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I feel the world is so shallow, &lt;br /&gt;And I'm being trap in a hollow &lt;br /&gt;In my surreal world, I'm not under surveillance&lt;br /&gt;Its a world of my dreams &lt;br /&gt;And there comes a time where it seems so hopeful... &lt;br /&gt;In the end, its nothing but hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Survivor &lt;/strong&gt;03/25/2003 &lt;br /&gt;When the time is right, &lt;br /&gt;I know where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems dark,&lt;br /&gt;You think you'll not find light.&lt;br /&gt;The future seems gloomy with uncertainty,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow to come will be eternity.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll find the path,&lt;br /&gt;Which will lead me to my wreath.&lt;br /&gt;I will not fear of what might have come,&lt;br /&gt;I will find, my way to the dome,&lt;br /&gt;And eventually, I will survive. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confused&lt;/strong&gt; 03/07/2003&lt;br /&gt;Sky's so clear &lt;br /&gt;Night has come&lt;br /&gt;Weariness has disappear &lt;br /&gt;My mind whirls a blue streak, &lt;br /&gt;Am I going to break? &lt;br /&gt;The Adrenaline I have, &lt;br /&gt;Is nothin' more than fear &lt;br /&gt;Seems like trapping in cave &lt;br /&gt;I have to be brave &lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, &lt;br /&gt;I find happiness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift of Love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little angels sent by god, &lt;br /&gt;Surrounding us everyday, &lt;br /&gt;Protecting us from every little harm, &lt;br /&gt;Encouraging us, never to give up, &lt;br /&gt;Telling me that I'm being blessed, &lt;br /&gt;With such wonderful people surrounding me, &lt;br /&gt;Family and friends &lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, &lt;br /&gt;The gift of LOVE &lt;br /&gt;I'm truly blessed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm sad, I pretend I'm happy &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm frustrated, I pretend I'm fine &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, "What am I doing? " &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have doubts over what I do &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can hardly breathe &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I tell myself, "Everything's gonna be just fine" &lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I simply retreat into a world of my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends keep me goin strong, &lt;br /&gt;They're a part of my life,&lt;br /&gt;They're there for me when I'm feeling low,&lt;br /&gt;They listen to my sorrows, &lt;br /&gt;They cheer me up,&lt;br /&gt;They cry with me,&lt;br /&gt;They laugh with me, &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, words are just not enough&lt;br /&gt;to express my gratitude for having such wonderful friends&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, &lt;br /&gt;My dear friends, I'll keep a place for you in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Praying that you be safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;That's what I can do for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into The Twilight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like yesterday, I was a child of innocence &lt;br /&gt;Trouble free me, no hassles and tussles &lt;br /&gt;Living in a world of Cinderella, &lt;br /&gt;As wonderful as can be,&lt;br /&gt;Now, the dream is over, &lt;br /&gt;Twilight zone has come, consuming me in &lt;br /&gt;Taking me to a place of unknown, &lt;br /&gt;Living behind an empty self &lt;br /&gt;Dreams no more,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing no more,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness has strike...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-924533508090939960?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/924533508090939960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=924533508090939960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/924533508090939960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/924533508090939960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-writingsover-years.html' title='my writings...over the years'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-2635702634598461519</id><published>2008-05-02T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T04:57:05.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sincere Sympathy...</title><content type='html'>Dear Mas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words seem inadequate to express the sadness i feel about you &amp; your family's loss.I wanted to write and tell you again how sorry I am for your loss. There are never the right words to express how deeply sad I am that you have to endure your loss. Your sis will be truly missed by everyone who knew her no matter where they crossed her path in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sincere thoughts and prayers are with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196910145981529043-2635702634598461519?l=fogedaboudet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/feeds/2635702634598461519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2196910145981529043&amp;postID=2635702634598461519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2635702634598461519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2196910145981529043/posts/default/2635702634598461519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fogedaboudet.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sincere-sympathy.html' title='My Sincere Sympathy...'/><author><name>Elin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587284908827098105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/117/1600/32717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196910145981529043.post-1722883194641031045</id><published>2008-05-01T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:15:55.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6VpDzVauXQ/SBneZdsVQTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DpL2B9tQtwM/s1600-h/02081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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