<?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-1300553066557802724</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:33:36.177+08:00</updated><category term='sour'/><category term='sweet max'/><category term='tangy'/><category term='Sonnet 15'/><category term='inspirations'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='bittersweet'/><category term='pain'/><category term='sweet'/><category term='music'/><category term='salty'/><category term='bitter'/><category term='semi-sweet'/><category term='love'/><category term='frustrations'/><title type='text'>m.e.i.a.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-3747981612406179338</id><published>2012-01-25T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:33:27.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do you deal with the fact that you no longer miss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the person you thought you'd never stop missing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-3747981612406179338?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3747981612406179338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=3747981612406179338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3747981612406179338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3747981612406179338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-do-you-deal-with-fact-that-you-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1277191961580551633</id><published>2011-08-20T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:50:55.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>Having so much time to myself definitely makes me think alot. About whatever. Lately, it's been about my behavior around different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that as a safety mechanism, I act all nice and innocent. In truth, I think I'm pretty mean and sarcastic. Sometimes I really could care less about the people around me and what they are going though. Honestly. But the "nice" me, just has to care and must come up with sweet supportive things to say. Thinking it over, I don't even know whether I mean any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think alot. Too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1277191961580551633?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1277191961580551633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1277191961580551633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1277191961580551633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1277191961580551633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2011/08/revelation.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-7000588270772355268</id><published>2011-07-03T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:25:41.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Can I just say that it feels awesome that Kate and her teammates are taking a chance on me to act in their final film project. ALTHOUGH, I hope I don't screw it all up. I really want them to do well for this project because I know the message is something really close to Kate's heart, heck it's close to EVERYONE'S heart - anyone that has ever felt love and heartbreak and 'what-if' frustrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know I definite relate to it. I hate that I do, but it's the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Coming into this, I know I'm going to have to open up some still unhealed wounds about my own experiences with heart break so I can bring out the right emotions. I know it's going to hurt, especially during this time of the month when dreams, thoughts, feelings for and about you come back and bite me in the ass. I hate you for it. Yet I love you for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I hate myself even more for letting you be, making you, my what-if.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm hoping, though, that by taking up this role, it'll also help me heal somehow. Like I could imagine it's you I'm talking to and confessing how I really feel about you, both then and now. But in reality, that will never happen and that's the realistic truth about some relationships. It will always be a cliffhanger to a part of the story that is your life. The important thing to remember, however, is that it is a PART of your life, not your WHOLE life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Funny how I can so easily say that. But when it comes to acting on it, not so successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be trying. There's still much road left in my journey to recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-7000588270772355268?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7000588270772355268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=7000588270772355268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7000588270772355268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7000588270772355268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-unsaid.html' title='Things unsaid'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-387485786335042547</id><published>2011-06-29T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:21:11.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Orange Brownies</title><content type='html'>My pantry is, and has been for some time, low on several baking necessities but that did little to stop me from creating a baked dream. Using a basic brownie recipe as my base I used what I had, some creativity and a little guidance from the kitchen goddess herself, Nigella Lawson, I got me a-bakin' some chocolate orange brownies y'all (alla Paula Deen). Let me tell you, it SMELLS GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe if ever any of you potentially non-existent readers want to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150g Chocolate (Mixture of Dark &amp;amp; Milk Chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;125g Butter&lt;br /&gt;3 Eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Caster Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Plain Flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup Cocoa / Chocolate Malt Drink Powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Orange Vest&lt;br /&gt;Pinch of Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Melt chocolate, butter and orange vest in a deep pan over low heat until everything has melted. Take off the heat and leave aside to cool.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add a pinch of salt to the chocolate and stir.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add in one egg at a time to the chocolate mixture. Beating well after each addition.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add in the sugar. Stir until well incorporated.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mix the flour and cocoa together in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;6. Add the flour mixture to the chocolate mixture. Stir gently until the flour has been fully incorporated.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pour into the baking tray lined with foil. Push the batter to the edges of the tray and smooth the surface.&lt;br /&gt;8. Baking in a 180C preheated oven. Bake for 25 - 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Remove from the over and leave to cool.&lt;br /&gt;10. Remove the brownies and foil from the tray. Pull away the foil from the brownies and cut to desired sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ENJOY &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BONUS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It's all done in one pan. Meaning? Minimal wash-up! That's always a plus in my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-387485786335042547?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/387485786335042547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=387485786335042547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/387485786335042547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/387485786335042547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2011/06/chocolate-orange-brownies.html' title='Chocolate Orange Brownies'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-3614223674453498241</id><published>2011-06-29T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:40:08.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary Meals</title><content type='html'>Sometimes all I need is a little alone time and some food therapy. This is exactly what I've been getting the past two afternoons. And it feels great. There's just something magical about getting absorbed into the world of cooking -the tasks, the flavour combinations, THE RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, I am happily, and hungrily, eating my just prepared simple lunch. Today it's a lettuce and tomato salad simple dressed with lemon juice, salt and pepper with lovely fried bacon. To top it off, a cut of lean pork pan coated with a rub of indian-y spices and lightly seared. The meat's still juicy and tender, oh so good. I love the combination of this quick lunch. The pork has a slightly strong flavour because of all the spices but is beautifully complimented with the clean&amp;nbsp;salad and freshness of the lemon juice. And, of course, nothing ever tastes bad when you have the crunchy salty morsels of bacon&amp;nbsp;running through the whole dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a nice contrast to what I had yesterday - Spagetti alla Carbonara. The kitchen was somewhat chaotic while I was making that, what with all the pans and bowls about but nonetheless, it turned out fine. I didn't have all the original ingredients to make carbonara so I improvised. Instead of cream, I used milk and in place of parmesan was sandwich cheese. Weird and unforgivable what what could I do? I was craving. And everyone knows you can't whole a girl down once she's made up her mind. I added a bit too much cooking liquid so it turned out a bit too wet but who cares. It still tasted good, with more of a mac and cheese taste to it, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was heavy yesterday, so today I make it light. Hmm I wonder what I'll having tomorrow? Hehe my taste buds tingle with eager anticipation what I conjure up my next culinary idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, with the last bite of today's lunch, &amp;nbsp;I end this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-3614223674453498241?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3614223674453498241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=3614223674453498241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3614223674453498241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3614223674453498241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2011/06/solitary-meals.html' title='Solitary Meals'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-2182137139604174361</id><published>2011-06-20T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:25:27.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Indeed, what we did not do is a great regret than what we did -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-2182137139604174361?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2182137139604174361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=2182137139604174361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2182137139604174361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2182137139604174361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2011/06/indeed-what-we-didnt-do-is-great-regret.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1088808102014803884</id><published>2011-06-19T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:08:33.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Technology makes us as much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;- LIARS -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;as it does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;- TRUTH SPEAKERS -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1088808102014803884?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1088808102014803884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1088808102014803884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1088808102014803884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1088808102014803884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2011/06/technology-makes-us-as-much-liars-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-6035370281574794118</id><published>2011-06-15T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:21:34.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WISH I WAS BETTER.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1530083955468461344</id><published>2011-03-14T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T01:03:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;is not quashed by the presence of many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;it is with the quiet satisfaction with who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;when you are alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When will I achieve this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I feel I've built barricades against so many,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;with plans to harm me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not to prosper me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1530083955468461344?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-7625822541194376719</id><published>2011-02-24T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:09:44.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Mr Yong</title><content type='html'>It's times like these that make you reflect back on what was and how it could have been. A little more kindness. A little more attentiveness. A little more hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You questions whether that would have made a difference to him. To know that each of his students appreciated him at that point in time, instead of just now when its "too late".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, for myself, I wasn't my best in his class. Secretly grumbling under my breath sometimes. Although also secretly I wanted to do better in his class. For myself and to prove to him that I was capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't often he smiled but when he did it felt like it was something well earned. His strict&amp;nbsp;demeanor and honest evaluation of individual classes was refreshing in that he took the time to grow us according to our pace (somewhat (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his sacrifice, I will try to always remind myself to be kind to my current and future teachers because I never know what tomorrow will bring and I don't want to regret not appreciating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you Mr Yong. I will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-7625822541194376719?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7625822541194376719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=7625822541194376719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7625822541194376719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7625822541194376719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2011/02/rip-mr-yong.html' title='RIP Mr Yong'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-9130415116076929461</id><published>2011-02-09T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:10:50.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what I would do to eat and not feel sick afterwards right now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-9130415116076929461?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/9130415116076929461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=9130415116076929461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/9130415116076929461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/9130415116076929461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-would-do-to-eat-and-not-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1958976154309449984</id><published>2011-01-28T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:57:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.ext Time</title><content type='html'>I haven't laughed that hard in quite some time. It felt good for a change. Hopefully being around these people again will do me good. Clear up this fog thats preventing coherent, mature thoughts from being produced within my mind. Hope and pray I will be in better -everything- at the end of this incredible experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's innominate&amp;nbsp;at this point. I'll have to "wait and see" before a verdict is made :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh law. Getting under my skin now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1958976154309449984?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1958976154309449984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1958976154309449984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1958976154309449984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1958976154309449984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2011/01/next-time.html' title='N.ext Time'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1192129889530272939</id><published>2010-11-19T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:37:25.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PISS OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;bruises visit me again. My heart. My hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1192129889530272939?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1192129889530272939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1192129889530272939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1192129889530272939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1192129889530272939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/11/piss-off-bruises-visit-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1883596059964901550</id><published>2010-11-17T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:07:36.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise Comes Too Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/TOPtk4iNMTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CsoY6IjMh-Q/s1600/Love__004097_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/TOPtk4iNMTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CsoY6IjMh-Q/s320/Love__004097_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Let It Rock - Kevin Rudolf ft Lil' Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Whenever I'm not caught in my emo spell that is. Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;One Heartbeat at a Time - Steve Curtis Chapman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(How appropriate is that (x )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;On The Way Down - Ryan Cabrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Hmm not doesn't that tell you something about me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Crank It Up - Ashley Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(I'm high today :D :D HARRY POTTTTEEEEERRR FTW!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Hornz - 3OH!3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Huuuh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Don't Phunk With My Heart - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(I'd definitely have to agree with this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Truly Madly Deeply - Savage Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(I drive you guys crazy sometimes, but you still love me &amp;lt;3 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Hott - 3OH!3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Now isn't that an interesting perception)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Story of the Girl - 3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(girl-girl action.... Naah not my thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Wait For You - Elliot Yamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Sorry, math was never my strong suit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;If No One Will Listen - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(ILY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Starstrukk - 3OH!3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Welcome to the life of Marcia (; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;American Sweethearts - Fall Out Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(YES YES! Everyone wants a piece of that luuurve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Lets Take Our Time - Ryan Cabrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Mhmmm AMEN!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Mercy - Glee Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(This would be "one of" but not THE song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;When You Believe - Mariah Carey &amp;amp; Whitney Housten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(I love this song. I would request for this to be my last song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Seemingly Sleepy - Late Night Alumni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(sleep is the sex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;It's Not My Time - 3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(I don't wanna die. At least, not yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You Alone - Planetshakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(My little secret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;It's My Life/Confessions - Glee Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(HAVE FUN and NOT CAAAAARE about them stressful assignments and stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Long Shot - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Long term friends are hard to come by. I'll cherish mine dearly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Sunrise Comes Too Soon - Late Night Alumni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(And just like that, it's over. Kinda like everything else in our lives)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, I think the answers are preeetty accurate actually :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1883596059964901550?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1883596059964901550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1883596059964901550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1883596059964901550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1883596059964901550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunrise-comes-too-soon.html' title='Sunrise Comes Too Soon'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/TOPtk4iNMTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CsoY6IjMh-Q/s72-c/Love__004097_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-2368669032741583842</id><published>2010-11-11T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T01:05:44.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><title type='text'>attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAW OF ATTRACTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could very well be a very true and working thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if so, I don't think it is bound by distance. And I'm talking about long distance; distance across oceans. Though I haven't gotten a change to truly test this theory. My recent experience could be a "mere puff" (that's a legal term for something that's over exaggerated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom was away in &lt;b&gt;Barcelonaaaa&lt;/b&gt;, I was thinking of getting a leather jacket I'd seen in MNG quite some time back AND leather boots to go with. Just because I love those sorta things ;D I just wanted to wait for her return to discuss if it would be a good move to get them, with my own hard earned money of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out. HEHEHE this is where it gets interesting :D :D Mom got me exactly those two things when she was on her trip. I totally love them! It's almost exactly what I would have chosen for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Genuine Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;biker-chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Leather Jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Hot Brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ankle-high&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Leather Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll post pictures of them when I'm not too lazy to get them. Hehe right now, I just wanna savor the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-2368669032741583842?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2368669032741583842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=2368669032741583842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2368669032741583842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2368669032741583842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/11/attraction.html' title='attraction'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-191662041531285456</id><published>2010-11-07T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:12:42.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It takes a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cunning mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;to tell a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;inner strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; to tell the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-191662041531285456?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/191662041531285456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=191662041531285456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/191662041531285456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/191662041531285456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-takes-cunning-mind-to-tell-lie-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-4664974465524624920</id><published>2010-11-02T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T01:36:28.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salty'/><title type='text'>tornado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always dreamed of being a world-changer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making an IMPACT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't mean in a world renowned way like Jamie Oliver or Micheal Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To change &lt;i&gt;someone's world&lt;/i&gt; is more than enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To know my knowledge, experiences, personality and actions can affect one to such a degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That would make life worth living for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy as it sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm wondering:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was that too big a dream? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though my dream remains the same, I find myself steering off course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Away from the path that leads me to my goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Changing into a wilder, confused being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With that, I fear I will fail and subsequently disappoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always fear that. Disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did I get to this point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What decisions lead me to who I am today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It appears to me that I have made more wrongs than rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it too late for salvation? It just might be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A knot at the pit of my stomach tells me so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in desperate need of a clean slate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I know the dirt won't ever be all gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tears fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Heart aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Isolated touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hollow emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Depressed thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Unedited words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emptiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-4664974465524624920?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4664974465524624920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=4664974465524624920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4664974465524624920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4664974465524624920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/11/tornado.html' title='tornado'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1624289809942963249</id><published>2010-10-31T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:53:34.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm not ready for this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;go away please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1624289809942963249?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1624289809942963249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1624289809942963249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1624289809942963249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1624289809942963249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/10/leap.html' title='leap'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-6786574072546996265</id><published>2010-10-30T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:21:28.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>I finally know what that corner lot is!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all thanks to the curiosity that is salsa clubbing x)&lt;div&gt;I must say it was certainly an experience. I'd probably go again but definitely have to work on them skills a bit more first. I realised though that I'm much, much more comfortable dancing with member from my own salsa class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Well DUUH Marcia, everyone's more comfortable with people they knoww =.=) Haha I crack myself up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now! To be more acquainted with the other kinda clubbing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I promise I will only do this once in a very blue moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For my own sanity and safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(from my parents :O )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-6786574072546996265?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6786574072546996265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=6786574072546996265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/6786574072546996265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/6786574072546996265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/10/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-2385628237092718400</id><published>2010-10-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:52:43.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/b&gt; &gt; &lt;b&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/b&gt; &gt; &lt;b&gt;Literature&lt;/b&gt; &gt; &lt;b&gt;Leonardo DiCapri&lt;/b&gt;o &gt;&lt;b&gt; Romeo and Juliet&lt;/b&gt; &gt; &lt;b&gt;Inception&lt;/b&gt; &gt; &lt;b&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/b&gt; &gt; &lt;b&gt;His AWESOMENESS&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today marks the first, of hopefully many more, digression sessions during law class. More specifically, criminal law class. I sense Ms Kat has a lot of digressing potential in her xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And while this is all good and well, it makes me really miss my Lit class in A-Levels with Ms Anne. Ah such good memories packed into that 11-people strong family for 1 and a half years. I mean, it's also because the digressions during Lit class wasn't just meaningless crap but life enriching knowledge, for the majority of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So while I might be saying this too soon but I just don't feel that closeness I have with my A-Levels buddies with my law buddies. Though, keeping the optimist inside me alive, I'm still hopeful for a tight group hailing from the land of LAWWW ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-2385628237092718400?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2385628237092718400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=2385628237092718400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2385628237092718400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2385628237092718400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/10/digressions.html' title='digressions'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-7158930435303310002</id><published>2010-10-09T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:39:28.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>healthy sickness</title><content type='html'>Did you know hospitals feed sick people ice-cream :O And here we all thought hospitals would provide the most nutritious food next to mom's, of course.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha but seriously, it's actually because ice-cream has a bunch of nutrients like calcium(milk&amp;amp;cream) and protein(eggs). The fact that it goes down easily helps too ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-7158930435303310002?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7158930435303310002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=7158930435303310002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7158930435303310002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7158930435303310002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/10/healthy-sickness.html' title='healthy sickness'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-3296262067432245534</id><published>2010-10-08T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T18:42:29.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>repetition</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; just had a read through of all the posts I've put up on this blog lately and realise that I use the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"HOPE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in almost every one of them. Hmm weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe my parents should have named me Hope instead xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;naaahhh I like my name waay too much x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-3296262067432245534?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3296262067432245534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-332574207107518140</id><published>2010-10-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T18:57:58.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bittersweet'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For the promise of tomorrow brings about hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Breathe Again - Sara Barellies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Car is parked, bags are packed, but what kind of heart doesn't look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the comfortable glow from the porch, the one I will still call yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those words came undone and now I'm not the only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll breathe again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open up next to you and my secrets become your truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the distance between that was sheltering me comes in full view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hang my head, break my heart built from all I have torn apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my burden to bear is a love I can't carry anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It hurts to be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only wanted love from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It hurts to be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I gonna do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll breathe again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-332574207107518140?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/332574207107518140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=332574207107518140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/332574207107518140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/332574207107518140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/10/breathe-again-sara-barellies-car-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-7929109787613205976</id><published>2010-09-24T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T03:11:16.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>a page of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A few words and a song to sum up how I've been feeling lately about a matter that cuts close to the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not sure why but of late, my head's been filled with memories of the past; memories of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's pretty frustrating because I'm happy for him for moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;But I do miss him, miss what we had. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I kick myself in the head for how subconsciously uncommitted I was to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO stupid to allow the past to greatly affect the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;with such potential for happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Basically, I have commitment and trust issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And what I need to do about it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pages of Life - Tyler Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now this is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Over between what you've wanted to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nothing can change now I'm ready to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Time to Fly&lt;br /&gt;Mark this one down in the pages of life&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Further and further away from the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-7929109787613205976?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7929109787613205976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=7929109787613205976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7929109787613205976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7929109787613205976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/09/page-of-life.html' title='a page of life'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-3941682972591013112</id><published>2010-08-30T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:17:06.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Child-like Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;When exactly is it that we stop being kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;And start the never ending spiral into the grown-up world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;full of responsibility and somewhat total lack of randomness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When that day comes for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I hope to be nearing my end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here's to a life full of inspirational creativity, world altering thoughts, sufficiently mature responsibility and absolute RANDOMNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(to keep the heart pumping and laugher levels sky high) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-3941682972591013112?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3941682972591013112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=3941682972591013112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3941682972591013112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3941682972591013112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/08/child-like-faith.html' title='Child-like Faith'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-366935987116271824</id><published>2010-08-21T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:38:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;There's always a little truth behind every 'joking',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;A little knowledge behind every 'I don't know'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Good observation, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Too bad I didn't come up with it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh well, at least someone thought of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-366935987116271824?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/366935987116271824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=366935987116271824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/366935987116271824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/366935987116271824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-always-little-truth-behind-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-8627861330117562222</id><published>2010-08-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:43:33.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A multitude of emotions. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;DOWN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A series of suicidal thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The endless doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The invisible self-esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One week later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally seeing the potential brightness of the future. I admit, I'm still feeling a tad too emotional, but definitely better than I was and definitely away from the negative side. Most of which I must credit to the most random &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;High School Musical 3: Senior Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't it somewhat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;magical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the effect some movies have on you? I mean the scenes, the words, the music all in all giving you new inspiration; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;a hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that things will get a little better. Even though you know it's fictional and that there are many more factors to consider in the "real" world. Still, people associate with the plot they watch on the big screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Relevance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It has similarities to the situation(s) they're facing in their own lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Because they want so much to believe that it is possible to overcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong but I think in the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;history of movie making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, there isn't a single one that leaves people discouraged after watching it. Sure there are movies that leave its audience unchanged emotionally, like those slap-stick humorous ones I.E. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Austin Powers&lt;/span&gt; but never one that dampens ones spirits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All people want (and need) is a little bit of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-8627861330117562222?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8627861330117562222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=8627861330117562222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8627861330117562222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8627861330117562222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/08/movies.html' title='movies'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-2945506954041129288</id><published>2010-08-17T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:54:47.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bittersweet'/><title type='text'>not the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/TGpgUekc7uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FVSURXfEfrM/s1600/DSC_5818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/TGpgUekc7uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FVSURXfEfrM/s320/DSC_5818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506319399333457634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Ayesha&lt;/span&gt; . Weng Yee . Kaykay . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Lucas &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt; Anthea&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Pammy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm really going to miss this whole bunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've come so far from just being classmates. To me, they've become an extension of my family. Each one adds their own unique edge to the group, enriching the "family".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what do you expect! With this bunch, not a single day of the past year and a half has been &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Lameness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;sick jokes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;out-of-this-world creativity&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;unparalleled wit&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; all in, they've made my A-levels experience everything I hoped it could be and then some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being around them has helped me grow in different ways. All leading to make me more capable of standing on my own two feet. I just hope that I have made an equally significant difference in their lives as they have mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's tough, not knowing if we're going to see each other again after everyone goes their own way even though we say we'll keep in touch. Because I know I won't meet the same kind of uniquely weird group of people in the next leg of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just have to hope. Hope for the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-2945506954041129288?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2945506954041129288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=2945506954041129288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2945506954041129288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2945506954041129288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-end.html' title='not the end'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/TGpgUekc7uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FVSURXfEfrM/s72-c/DSC_5818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-5582768092848197512</id><published>2010-08-16T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T02:31:41.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tangy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salty'/><title type='text'>Work that wall baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Maxim Wallcoverings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;-The Art of Wall-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Easycook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Maybank Treats Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. MF3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Perfect Living '10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. For the fun of it. What else to do with so much time on your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Of course, the mooolaah ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Different kind of work experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. See the world from the other end of the looking glass (sales person to consumer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Out of all three exhibitions, I must say by far(!) the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybank Treats Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; tops the lot. That event to be was real fun because there weren't any expectations set besides having to stand and look pretty. So the driving force to sell came from within, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;no external factors added :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Best of all is that I got to meet a bunch of new people, all great at what they do. First time wearing a Hanbok too. The research was fun, wearing it was a nice adventure too. But ONLY the first time. After that, it felt more like a chore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MF3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. SSSSIIIIGGGGHHHH.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In a word, that's what the ordeal felt like for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Definitely the best looking display of our product among all exhibitions. But also the most frustratingly annoying. In every possible aspect. The management. The products. The consumers. And, probably the most frus point, the lack of communication. The situation greatly affected my performance. Of course, it was cause much to my own short comings i.e. low self-esteem, competitive spirit, over emotional personality... No doubt this was totally avoidable, as it's always a choice to let something affect you or not. In retrospect, it's good that I encountered this and reacted the way I did 'cause now I know how I should behave. Lesson noted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This weekend's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Perfect Living'10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; exhibition takes a close second in the ranking. This time, I still wanted to prove myself, but it wasn't my main goal. I just went with the flow, letting the money take a backseat in my priorities. So that made things more fun. But this fun was repeatedly doused with showers of cold water. Serving the customers was my high time, especially some customers who were appreciative of getting to know the product, whether they ended up buying or not. The unavoidable interaction in between with the irritatingly-irritated one wasn't pleasant though. Practically everything I did was not satisfactory, and the constant brush-outs didn't help either. It got seriously annoying because I don't know WHAT it was that made me get this kind of treatment. Is it because I got another job? Or rather WHO i got the job from? Is it because there's someone more capable to dote on? Whatever it is, the most annoying part was the level of openness to the favouritism shown. Isn't moderation key, as they say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's next?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, given the recent exhibition, that depends on whether I'm still considered a valuable aset to the company. Only time with tell ey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Note to self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;MUST BECOME MORE CONFIDENT. GROW A BACKBONE DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-5582768092848197512?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5582768092848197512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=5582768092848197512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5582768092848197512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5582768092848197512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/08/work-that-wall-baby.html' title='Work that wall baby'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-766819162468655985</id><published>2010-08-14T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:05:51.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet max'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semi-sweet'/><title type='text'>You're out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Strike 1&lt;/span&gt; - You've put to rest my queries. Case closeD.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Strike 2&lt;/span&gt; - You've laid my burdens to rest. My Calmness spreads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Strike 3&lt;/span&gt; - You've just poured it all down the drain. No Home run for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just another &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;chump&lt;/span&gt; stuck on the bench, hearing coach's naggy voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Baseball has never been my thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-766819162468655985?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/766819162468655985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=766819162468655985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/766819162468655985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/766819162468655985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-out.html' title='You&apos;re out'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-547133591286129329</id><published>2010-08-13T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:38:07.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><title type='text'>invisible pain</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of my life as a college student. The end of a 'sheltered' education. The end of I'm-too-young-to-understand kinda bullshit excuse. So many things have been added to my bag of memories, experiences, knowledge over this one and a half years. But the bottom line is *very sadly* what it all boils down to. The much anticipated "parting gift". What's mine you wonder? BCD is my parting gift. Greaaaat. Honestly my feelings about it are the equivalent of my feelings prior today. Indifferent. Even for me, that felt kinda odd, to say the least, not feeling more than an ounce of panic about my so called 'future'. Nonetheless, this lack of emotion quickly shot into the feeling of failure. I didn't feel so much i failed myself because I did decently enough to still do to university. Yeah sure I felt I failed myself in hopes that I could prove (to myself mostly) that I was capable of entering a university in the UK had I taken up that option. Guess I'm just a nobody with no where to go after all. But the majority of my failure was occupied by the simple notion that I had failed my parents. Again. I failed them by not giving them something to be proud of. Something to boast about to their friends (sounds shallow, but every parent wishes to boast about their child's accomplishments). I failed in my hopes to help them financially but securing a scholarship. I don't give a damn about the 'glory' of receiving a scholar, just as long as it could lessen the burden particularly on mom's shoulders. I failed in providing a better mark for Martin to overcome, which I know he can do! And at this very moment, what's the salt to my open wound is the failure of proving to my parents that I am mature and fully capable of balancing academics and extra-curricular activities without compromising one or the other. Mayyybe I'm just not smart. Mayyybe I'm not a classroom/books person. Mayyybe I'm best at things that don't end up on paper. Whatever it is, doesn't matter. 'Cause it doesn't look like I have what it takes to handle both. In the eyes of the two I worry so much about disappointing, I can't seem to get anything worth mattering about right. What. A. Useless. Idiot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was more like Choon Lim or Janice. I'm associating with particularly the two of them because we were in Student Council together, bound by the same responsibilities. Otherwise the I-wish-I-was-more-like list would go on far too long. Their ability to distinguish between tasks and not scramble at the last minute. Their level of maturity, both in though and action, always amazed me. How they have their heads firmly screwed on through the thickest of troubles while I looked like a headless chicken running all around town trying to sort out everything myself. And I do this regardless of how many capable hands I have at my disposal. My rational mind knows what all this equates to. A lack of trust. It's the root of all the problems I'm facing now. How did I get here? I don't seem to remember the point where I stopped trusting, stopped believing in those around me and the One above. Day after day, I find myself sinking deeper into this dark hole that I can't care to pull myself out off. I'm too ashamed to ask for help. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;"If I can't help myself, who am I to ask for someone else's hand?" &lt;/span&gt;That line runs over and over again in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;. Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I see this. I know it. But I fear I've lost the flame that believes in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My spirit now blindly gropes in the dark that is the future. Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is my body's prisoner. Until the bonds can be broken. And the burden lightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-547133591286129329?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/547133591286129329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=547133591286129329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/547133591286129329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/547133591286129329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/08/invisible-pain.html' title='invisible pain'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1084844133537259170</id><published>2010-07-24T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:59:37.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;When is it that people feel the emotion called jealousy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Why is it that they feel this emotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;What causes this emotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These questions that have been running through my mind the past couple days. In conjunction with feeling this dreaded JEALOUSY. It's stupid because I know it's something I shouldn't have surface, particularly in this situation. But it keeps coming up. And it's blurring my judgement and destroying my objectives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But forget that for a second. Lets bring some focus back into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I think that people actually come to "jealousy" through &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;wanting to be the better of the lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, you know how you see someone in the same situation as you, given equal circumstances, but they seem come out of it with better results than you. Or has an overall better attitude about it. You end up having a mixture of envy and a need to have what the other has. that "need" soon fills your mind. And all you end up thinking is "I want that. Why can't I have that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that's what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's probably due to the whole 'champion' quality that we all have in us. You know what I'm talking about right? The whole best sperm gets to the egg thing. Yeah you catch my drift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty childish and stupid really but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; encounters this emotion. No matter how humble the person may appear to be in the outside. The ones who seem like they never get jealous, they're just very good at controlling their emotions and lying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again this may be something that I came up with just to make myself feel better about the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go figure. Humans. Such complicated and strange creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm pretty much turning into a biiiiish lah. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I will be the undoing of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1084844133537259170?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1084844133537259170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1084844133537259170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1084844133537259170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1084844133537259170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/07/jealous.html' title='jealous'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-3759213095432791975</id><published>2010-07-23T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:15:03.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Stomach&lt;/span&gt;. Inside. Flying. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Butterflies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're doing this to me. And I don't know if I like it or not. Because the road is so misty where you are. I don't know what will happen if I take the step that leads me forward with no way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Shitless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"We'll see" is what you said. Yes, I will see. I hope for the best, whatever the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-3759213095432791975?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3759213095432791975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=3759213095432791975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3759213095432791975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3759213095432791975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/07/butterflies.html' title='butterflies'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-7659945312071036669</id><published>2010-06-15T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:13:22.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><title type='text'>ohh shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally got a chance to go shopping :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok yeah so I didn't buy anything. But that doesn't mean I didn't have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw so many pweetty things that I want for myself :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But before succumbing to the wants. I must satisfy my needs. And right now that's shoes for Grad Ball. I have a couple potentials at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope I have enough time to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I caught &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Nanny McPhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Weng Yee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Anthea &lt;/span&gt;too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Movies with this bunch is always good, no matter the movie ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say it is funny. But I can't say that it was better that the first Nanny McPhee movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then again, most sequel firms aren't very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good times aside, time to focus on Grad Ball. In 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahh so much to do, so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-7659945312071036669?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7659945312071036669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=7659945312071036669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7659945312071036669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7659945312071036669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/06/ohh-shopping.html' title='ohh shopping'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-308843519701609363</id><published>2010-06-15T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:03:10.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><title type='text'>hurt+pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know, I know. Don't let 'em get to you. They're just crapping. They're jobless idiots. Blalala... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, it hurts. And I can't unknow what I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;- Then hurt turned to pissed -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What surprises me is how shallow our generation is. Have we nothing more productive to do with our time? Must we gain gratification from the misery of others? It's stupid and selfish is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It pisses me off that there are people who care nothing for what kind of mark our generation has the potential to leave in this country. In this world. And on the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't give two hoots about the next generation, then be prepared to reap the fruits of your labor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You know why most adults don't respect us? Don't trust us? It's because of this kind of behavior. Childish crap people pull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Grow UP. Seriously. JUST GROW THE HECK UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ok it's out. Now what's left for me to do is leave it in where it belongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In the dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-308843519701609363?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/308843519701609363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=308843519701609363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/308843519701609363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/308843519701609363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/06/hurtpissed.html' title='hurt+pissed'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-5807122887663732845</id><published>2010-06-15T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:25:26.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow much</title><content type='html'>I just felt like looking back on the road that lead me to today. Was I THAT emo? Am I still?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear a-pondering a-comin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-5807122887663732845?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5807122887663732845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=5807122887663732845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5807122887663732845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5807122887663732845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/06/slow-much.html' title='slow much'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-3559130642148693952</id><published>2008-04-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:47:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too tired for anything..&lt;br /&gt;But just.. Now..&lt;br /&gt;I actually can say I'm smiling&lt;br /&gt;All because of the blessing faces and voices around me..&lt;br /&gt;And especially in my heart :)&lt;br /&gt;Unconsciously, it's made me wanna shine again.&lt;br /&gt;I was already happy.&lt;br /&gt;But now..&lt;br /&gt;I feel happier than I have in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;A happiness that was taken away to soon once.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its back again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay watch this time.&lt;br /&gt;Take the time..&lt;br /&gt;It's all about IQ and EQ baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't get it off!  The smile.  Its addictive.  Its contagious. Its FABULOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh how i'v longed for its return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It feels good.  It feels right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It feels now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or maybe a little later :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-3559130642148693952?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3559130642148693952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=3559130642148693952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3559130642148693952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3559130642148693952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-tired-for-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-5499510134627273519</id><published>2008-03-25T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:10:18.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Closed off from love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't need the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once or twice was enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it was all in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time starts to pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before you know it you're frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But something happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the very first time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart melts into the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Found something true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And everyone's looking round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking I'm going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I dont care what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But they dont know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That i keep on closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You cut me open and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You cut me open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying hard not to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But they talk so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Their peircing sounds fill my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Try to fill me with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet i know that the goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is to keep me from falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But nothing's greater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Than the rush that comes with your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And in this world of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinks that I'm going crazy, maybe, maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don't care what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But they dont know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You cut me open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's draining all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh they find it hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be wearing these scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For everyone to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But they don't know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Read me like an open book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-5499510134627273519?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5499510134627273519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=5499510134627273519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5499510134627273519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5499510134627273519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/closed-off-from-love-i-didnt-need-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1744615976674939302</id><published>2008-03-21T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:56:24.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blessed are you when people hate you, and when they exclude you, revile you, and defame you on account of the Son of Man. If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. If you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners do the same. If you lend to those from whom you hope to receive, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, to recieve as much again. But love your enemies, do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return. Your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High; for he is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Luke 6:22, 32-35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was wounded for our transgressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and He was bruised for our iniquities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon Him was the chastisement that made us whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How would you repay Him for all He's done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1744615976674939302?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1744615976674939302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1744615976674939302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1744615976674939302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1744615976674939302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday!'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-8926199003390183612</id><published>2008-03-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:08:04.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQtFG6J9I/AAAAAAAAADY/2PeiprnepF4/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176483925848631250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQtFG6J9I/AAAAAAAAADY/2PeiprnepF4/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Go Green House : Keep Your Friends Close, Your Enemies Closer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQt1G6J-I/AAAAAAAAADg/45z_94fLcKs/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176483938733533154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQt1G6J-I/AAAAAAAAADg/45z_94fLcKs/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Us Cuties Doing Our Thang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQulG6J_I/AAAAAAAAADo/ylPtfFQe_SI/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176483951618435058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQulG6J_I/AAAAAAAAADo/ylPtfFQe_SI/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Soorah and I : Don't we look alike?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQvVG6KAI/AAAAAAAAADw/ogtEg-yrlSY/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176483964503336962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQvVG6KAI/AAAAAAAAADw/ogtEg-yrlSY/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elyza and I.. And Saiful's medal :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQwFG6KBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ld_raNlfp1I/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176483977388238866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQwFG6KBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ld_raNlfp1I/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dopey and I : In all our goofyness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get it! Dopey.. Goofy.. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-8926199003390183612?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8926199003390183612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=8926199003390183612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8926199003390183612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8926199003390183612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R9aQtFG6J9I/AAAAAAAAADY/2PeiprnepF4/s72-c/IMG_0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-7399459340355493254</id><published>2008-03-11T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:53:25.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old becomes the new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah man.. Just when I thought this little stitch up was all done up and put away, it starts unravelling itself and becomes a slightly bigger hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who knew I - ME, you know!!, could get in so much trouble over this.. Grrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe its about time I brought in the seasoned reinforcements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tim!! I need your help!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's the only one I think is capable of giving me a solution to this sticky situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who knew Id ask for this kinda help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't really like you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;- Skye Sweetnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-7399459340355493254?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7399459340355493254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=7399459340355493254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7399459340355493254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7399459340355493254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/old-becomes-new.html' title='The old becomes the new'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-2175201323231107091</id><published>2008-03-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:43:02.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good &lt;/span&gt;Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; All You '07 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SMP-ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on your results&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;TMR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Know you've got it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Gambate :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-2175201323231107091?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2175201323231107091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=2175201323231107091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2175201323231107091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2175201323231107091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-luck-all-you-07-smp-ers-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1026644407336937659</id><published>2008-03-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:38:14.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Belated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Babe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; its a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; days late..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When'd you wanna celebrate!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;XOXO Babe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1026644407336937659?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1026644407336937659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1026644407336937659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1026644407336937659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1026644407336937659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-belated-sexy-birthday-sarah-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-6161260663944388702</id><published>2008-03-07T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:40:04.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hanrick&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-6161260663944388702?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6161260663944388702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=6161260663944388702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/6161260663944388702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/6161260663944388702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-hanrick-d-sorry-it-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-8974198073993306252</id><published>2008-03-04T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:12:00.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone know how to install a chatbox!??! I dont know what Im doing!! Gahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-8974198073993306252?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8974198073993306252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=8974198073993306252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8974198073993306252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8974198073993306252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/does-anyone-know-how-to-install-chatbox.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-4076505812332340867</id><published>2008-03-04T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:10:34.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In between it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1.Yellow House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2.Blue House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.Red House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4.Purple House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;5.Green House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As dissapointing as it is to get last place after everyone's hardwork and time, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;again..&lt;/span&gt; I guess its ok. I really am proud of everyone in it! They really gave their all. Saluts to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Farzana &lt;/span&gt;for finishing your race, even though you were in alot of pain. You inspire me!! Thats what its all about. Never giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although I didnt get the medal I really wanted to get,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; and I really wanted it..&lt;/span&gt; I just feel really blessed to be given the chance to run with everyone else during sports day. Mind you, its the first time I'v ran on sports day itself. I tried my best. We gave what we had. Thats all anyone can ask for really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So now its over, my last sports day... &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/span&gt; Its time to put it behind me. Whatever the outcome, we did good. Everyone did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheers to all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;members! Keep your chin up, nothing to be ashamed of :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Proud of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;!!  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-4076505812332340867?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4076505812332340867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=4076505812332340867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4076505812332340867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4076505812332340867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-between-it-all.html' title='In between it all'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-7206845346063363405</id><published>2008-03-01T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:54:28.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep in thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, Iv been thinking about a bunch of stuff that my little voice, in my head, has been saying. Stuff that i cant bring myself to say out loud. Why? Because it'll make matters worse. Give people the opportunity to hurt me or make fun of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I sound really insecure. But growing up in the situations Iv been in, insecurity is the smallest of my peoblems. Being the odd ball in primary, where everyone didn't wanna talk to you, thought you were weird, that kinda atmosphere can really mess up a kid. Namely me. I went through alot of emotional ups and downs during those years. From the normal, hyper-chatty kindy kid to the stupid primary to the bully to the uber shy one. I was so messed up, I didnt know who i was by the end of my primary school life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I decided to toughen up in secondary school. Start anew. But now that I think about it, my new start was the opposite of everything I wanted to be. All I can remember really being is angry. Angry at everyone and everything. I'd go to school literally with a black poker face everyday. Then the same people would repeatedly ask if I was ok and it'd annoy the hell out of me! Some days I just felt like punching everything till my knuckles bleed. Such, I had good days but in that particular year, the bad out numbered the good. Not a good start at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Form 2 and 3 were practically the same. Knowing what i did in form 1 wasnt what i wanted, I tried to change again. But the chance wasnt exactly for the better. I went back into my shy shell. Feeling detached from everyone, not belonging to any "group" at school. The only place I felt really comfortable in my own skin was in church. No doubt church is only once a week, but it was that along with its people that kept me together. Of course, I had my share of back sliding, but God never gave up on me. He always found a way to bring my focus back to Him. I think my biggest challenge was to go for the missions trip to raub alone, without any immediate family around. In those 3 days, I regained a little bit of myself. Speaking to me every second I was there, God really touched the depths of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those 2 year also thought me alot about myself. How no matter what face I put up then, I was scared. Scared i'd me hurt again. That pain i felt was worse than any physical injury i'd gotten to that point. Solution? Run away. I decided to cut off my heart from all guys. Told myself I wouldnt like anyone at all. So now, 2 years down the road, I forgot what it feels like to really like someone. Thats my consequence for not facing my fears. Its kept me safe, yes, but am I losing more? There are somedays I miss the feeling. I dont know.. It really pains me when I think about it now. Cause no matter how hard I try, I cant remember the feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other hand, Im finally happy with who I am. Proud of who God made me. Yes, I still feel self conscious but at least now Iv got some peace of mind. I guess the easiest words to use is that I feel accepted. Normal, like everyone else. But that doesn't mean I feel  all hype 24-7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In truth, lately Iv been feeling the lowest Iv been in the past 2 years. But I think thats something you're not prepared to hear. In the hidden spaces of my heart and my mind are secrets that are meant for the Almighty and me alone. Some may see it as ordinary and petty but to me, those secrets are what hurt me the most. Its the details that make the bigger picture, the unseen things that are most dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd rather be Anything but Ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-7206845346063363405?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7206845346063363405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=7206845346063363405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7206845346063363405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7206845346063363405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/deep-in-thought.html' title='Deep in thought'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-8738852143252084705</id><published>2008-02-27T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:12:06.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its just totally messed up way! I cant believe how bad this day's been. Im feeling worse than i felt  yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning's little fiasco just spelt out the rest of the day for me. Like a sign..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sharp words totally distroyed my emotional status, in turn, messed with my head. so thats pretty bad considering my state. Then the whole first half of school was dedicated to marching practice thing. The last half, painting the green house banners. That means i didnt step foot into class the whole day. I was in the room, painting with my new friend, Rifdi, up until the time i had to go for my event. Didnt really eat anything the whole day so you can imagine my energy level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I literally sucked like no ones business today. Uber dissapointed with myself. I know i could have done better. I guess i wasnt focusing, which is the one thing i really didnt want to happen. Plus it was HOT! And NOW, i sound like im making excuses for myself as to why i didnt perform, or maybe iv just been feeling like crap the who day. Shit laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could this week get any worse? I sure hope not. I dont think i can take much more of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-8738852143252084705?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8738852143252084705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=8738852143252084705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8738852143252084705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8738852143252084705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/sucks-more.html' title='Sucks more!'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1781373885220189041</id><published>2008-02-26T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:39:20.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's about now that im feeling the punch. The body aches, black circles, bearly-open-eyes and what have you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what may you ask, is causing all this? Sports Day. Which is next tuesday.. So all the marching practices are going up a notch and events are underway. Still don't see whats wrong? Well, im in the long jump event, some running events and one of the seniors in marching. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know, it'd be fine if it was spread out over about 3 weeks, but NO! it had to be cramped into slightly over a week. Its seriously taking a tol on me. mentally, physically and emotionally. I dont even have the energy to read, yes its a bad thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats freaking me out is that my long jump event is tomorrow. In my current state, im worried i wont do my best. Ok, maybe im over reacting. It being just a stupid sports thing. But hey, im really out there for my house. And i wanna do everything i can to help us win. Im just one of those kinda people who's... i cant find the right word right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So just pray for me please. That tomorrow wont be scorching hot, that i'll be properly energised to perform.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks a bunch :) XOXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1781373885220189041?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1781373885220189041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1781373885220189041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1781373885220189041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1781373885220189041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/everythings-wrong.html' title='everything&apos;s wrong'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-2574397550219658081</id><published>2008-02-25T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:37:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarik Tali '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so today was uber awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zero teachers present today in my class at all. I mean none! So it was really fun just hanging out with dana, ely, siti and bashar in our very own chillax pad in class - the store room :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iv come to terms that I am officially a camwhorer. So we took a bunch of haute pictures today (I'll upload them soon), for like the whole half of school. Got hand it to Kye Shane, he did good today. Really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So anywho, todays tarik tali match was like WOW! Im so proud of our green house guys. You did good, regardless of the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green House current score: 1 - 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've still got tomorrow. I know you can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im in for a crazy week, so watch out! I cant be held accountable for my actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love ya loads people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-2574397550219658081?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2574397550219658081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=2574397550219658081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2574397550219658081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2574397550219658081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/tarik-tali-08.html' title='Tarik Tali &apos;08'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1720920406438356271</id><published>2008-02-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:25:07.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im a little too lazy to properly blog about anything today but i'll leave you with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;hot. sweaty. tired. heavy breathing. soft sand. hot guy XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I leave it to you to draw your own conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Let me know what it is too, if you please :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1720920406438356271?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1720920406438356271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1720920406438356271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1720920406438356271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1720920406438356271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/tiredness.html' title='Tiredness'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-5407848337694870214</id><published>2008-02-19T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:08:31.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Muhibbah : with a kick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes I know that was like 3/4 days ago but i didnt get a chance to fill all you diligent blog reader in on how it went. So, sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This years' &lt;strong&gt;Hari Muhibbah&lt;/strong&gt; was definately something totally different. Different contests, different performance and so on. But one things for such. It was really fun. Slightly nerve-wrecking but fun. I feel kinda bad for those who missed out on it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyways, I got a chance to take part in the &lt;strong&gt;Mr and Miss Traditional "Fashion" contest&lt;/strong&gt;,  something i probably would have had the confidence to see myself doing a few years ago. But im glad i took part and now it doesnt matter if i do win or not. The experience was good enough for me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A whole bunch of my friends took part too. &lt;strong&gt;Elyza, Kok Siang, Alex, Soorah, Harri&lt;/strong&gt; just to name a few. They all looked great and walked with so much confidence! Unfortunately I didnt do so well, at least i think. People said i was walking too fast, kept looking down. Guess modelling is out of the question for me :P thats okayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also got to know a little more about some people. It was fun, but super jacked up with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lameness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, a good day. One i'll be remembering for quite sometime :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll upload them pictures as soon as I can. &lt;em&gt;Scouts honour&lt;/em&gt;! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till next time .XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-5407848337694870214?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5407848337694870214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=5407848337694870214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5407848337694870214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5407848337694870214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/hari-muhibbah-with-kick.html' title='Hari Muhibbah : with a kick!'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-4762879920337625145</id><published>2008-02-14T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:27:42.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; !! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;to everyone :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Im so lucky to have friends who care about me. They're my &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; valentines this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Thanks you guys for the chocolates and sweets, it made my day!! and yes &lt;strong&gt;Thank You Dana&lt;/strong&gt; for the flower :) I appreciate the gesture, as your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-4762879920337625145?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4762879920337625145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=4762879920337625145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4762879920337625145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4762879920337625145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-to-everyone-d-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-2874037157128623660</id><published>2008-02-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:34:57.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstacles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sigh.. Tough times are what im facing now, in so many ways. Whats a girl to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is what i get for wanting to help. Makes you wonder, "whats the point? Why help ANYONE!! This is the way they're gonna take it. Is it worth is??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't help but think these things.. And i feel like giving up, seriously i do. My heart's hurting too much.. To know a friend has lost all faith in you, totally dissapointed with you. Should i just shut up and hope everything gets better on its own? Step up and do something about it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well the truth is, im scared. &lt;strong&gt;Really scared&lt;/strong&gt;.. To lose a friend, to have let a friend down. I feel like crying everytime i think about it. How stupid i am. &lt;strong&gt;DAMN!! IM SO STUPID!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I wish i could just curl up and fade away, like i never existed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;That way, i &lt;strong&gt;cant hurt&lt;/strong&gt; anyone anymore. &lt;strong&gt;Cant dissapoint&lt;/strong&gt; anyone anymore. &lt;strong&gt;Cant angre&lt;/strong&gt; anyone anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Wouldnt that make everyones life a whole lot easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet.. Iv said it before. I only wanted to help. Thats who i am. Maybe i should have kept my mouth shut. Maybe i should have let you be. Or maybe, &lt;strong&gt;my words&lt;/strong&gt; werent read with its &lt;strong&gt;subtext&lt;/strong&gt;. My words, with all its good intentions, were taken the wrong way. Whatever it is, its too little too late now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iv been sick for the past week but im finally feeling better. Thank goodness. But now iv gotta catch up on 2 days worth of work and more. Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh.. tomorrow's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But you know what, i think this years 14th of February is gonna be different for me, in a good way. Im finally happy. I dont feel like i need to hide behind someone elses shaddow. Happy just to be know as an individual. Proud to know that i was made in HIS image. I dont have to hope for someone to be my valentine. I dont need one. God has always been my secret valentine :D I just never saw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;In truth, i think Valentine's Day is so over-rated. Everyday is valentine's day. Everyday is a day people should tell the people they care about that they love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To all the people in my life, in and out of Malaysia, (and yes, you guys who're reading this too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU BEYOND WORDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good times and bad times. Thats what im facing. Well, i guess i'll just have to take the good with the bad. Thats life. &lt;strong&gt;Without the downs, you cant appreciate the ups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It wouldnt be called life if everything was always peachy and feel-good, thats for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To you couples out there, dont cramp how you feel about your special person into one when you should be doing it all year round :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To the singles, dont worry be happy. You've got friends and family to spread the love. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;God is our refuge and strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Psalms 46:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;XOXO From yours truly. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-2874037157128623660?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2874037157128623660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=2874037157128623660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2874037157128623660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2874037157128623660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/obstacles.html' title='Obstacles..'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-4569976157533922341</id><published>2008-02-03T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:25:53.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm Sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;I didnt know it'd end up like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;I only wanted to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;Whatever hurt or anger i've caused..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;I am really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's hurting me too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;to know i could have caused this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;thinking i was helping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Its just there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;not going away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Not until i know i'm forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-4569976157533922341?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4569976157533922341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=4569976157533922341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4569976157533922341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4569976157533922341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-4614665403538912071</id><published>2008-01-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:18:25.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So there i was sitting in the living room, nice and comfy, when it suddenly came on the screen(tv)..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Heath Ledger is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;DEAD....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;NOOOOOOOO.......   *sob sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will be dearly missed :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;RIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-4614665403538912071?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4614665403538912071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=4614665403538912071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4614665403538912071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4614665403538912071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-to-you.html' title='Goodbye to you..'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1614555590347182449</id><published>2008-01-22T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:54:39.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Outin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last saturdays cell gathering was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks so much to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Shealin&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for opening up your home to us troublemakers :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hope it wasn't too much trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So anyways, it was supposed to be a pot-luck thing.. but guys being guys, they brought nothing but "man power" to the table. Which wasnt actually needed cause there wasnt any heavy lifting! Well except for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;choon yong&lt;/span&gt;. At least he brought the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;jelly cake&lt;/span&gt;- which i didnt get to eat &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*sadnessess*.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah, i contributed shephard's pie (i made it myself) hehe. I was quite happy with it, could have been better but good enough. Pizza!! There was lots of pizza too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I had alot of fun! Truly a time of bonding. We talked, watched a movie but i wasnt paying attention to it, took a bunch of pictures, laughed, ate, drive about although i didnt and probably some other stuff too. OH YEAH!!! I am sad( and slightly grossed out) to say that we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tortured and killed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a snail&lt;/span&gt;. Graphic pictures will be posted soon. And hopefully a video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I like the part were wai kin, the recently turned 17 guy, drive like a round the park in front of shealin's house. he NEARLY hit a car &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWICE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt look while making a turn and not to mention accelerated while jon was on the hood of pei ling's car. I repeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;ON THE HOOD OF PEI LING'S CAR!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Now that was scary. Scary but funny, after we got out of the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Most of the guys went on to play basketball with a couple of residents. I, not understanding why Nick was still playing with a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;twisted ankle&lt;/span&gt;, sat with rachel and mel pretending to cheer for which ever side scored. Lameness, i know. I gotta admit &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ron and Darren&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;quite good&lt;/span&gt;. This coming for someone who rarely pays attention to this kinda sport. This was also the first time i met Ron. Mei San if you're reading this. I think you two are so cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Moving on to a slightly more serious part of the day, I got scolded pretty bad by my dad over the phone when Shealin, Mel, Shou Yi, Nick and I were at Mcd's buying dinner for everyone. I was seriously scared.. But thankfully for Shou Yi and Mel, they calmed me down. But still, when i got home that night, i was like walking into a shooting practice where my parents were &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the guns&lt;/span&gt; and i was the&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; potato sack&lt;/span&gt; they used for &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;target practice&lt;/span&gt;, hypothetically speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Rewinding to when i was still at shealin's place, the last hour or so I spent there, i think was what it was all about, thats the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; purpose of a gathering&lt;/span&gt;, a time where you &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;get to know people&lt;/span&gt; without all the distractions and what not. Im really glad i stayed and probably wouldnt have missed it even if i was gonna get into more trouble.. Thats saying alot, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I mean, i got to know alot about these friends that i had no idea about. They got to know a part of me too but after hearing their story, mine didnt feel so significant afterall. But it was a tough battle happening within me which i had to deal with on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt; All &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; can do is &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;give advise&lt;/span&gt; and thats it. But thats &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; all i can do for this friend. I can be there for him, to listen to him if he's got anything weighing him down. But i think what he needs is to voice his real feelings towards the people that matter in his life. Then together they can overcome. And with such a great presence of God amongst them, I know &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;they can pull through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If you're reading this, i hope you know who you are, Im here for ya and so is everyone else. Dont keep it in :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marcia&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Love is all around is, Just enbrace it already! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1614555590347182449?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1614555590347182449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1614555590347182449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1614555590347182449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1614555590347182449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/01/cell-outin.html' title='Cell Outin&apos;'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-8537471450146545113</id><published>2008-01-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:53:31.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD3UEkMuI/AAAAAAAAACU/KQZQ8goceog/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156836928387298018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD3UEkMuI/AAAAAAAAACU/KQZQ8goceog/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marcus doing what he does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD30EkMvI/AAAAAAAAACc/rSWXc7jCzPg/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156836936977232626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD30EkMvI/AAAAAAAAACc/rSWXc7jCzPg/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;At the airport: marcus and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD4UEkMwI/AAAAAAAAACk/tIEHfFKcMfY/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156836945567167234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD4UEkMwI/AAAAAAAAACk/tIEHfFKcMfY/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Goodbye Kl, Hello Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD5EEkMxI/AAAAAAAAACs/PVVwtFvK9Jc/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156836958452069138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD5EEkMxI/AAAAAAAAACs/PVVwtFvK9Jc/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just arrived, Sea Game were happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD5kEkMyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9fatMvVhjBk/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156836967042003746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD5kEkMyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9fatMvVhjBk/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The 3 M's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was feeling jobless. Anyways, these are the early pictures from our thailand trip. Grr friendster isnt letting me upload my pictures so i'll just have to post it here :) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I tell you, we were so happy to be going out of the country for a change, even if its just Thailand. The Thailand International Airpost is really beautiful. Better than KLIA. Unfortunately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a nutshell, it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; People were uber friendly, unlike some Malaysians.. Food was unique but kinda bland without the addition of chili and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shopping &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;there was the BOMB!! I tell you, i think i brought back more shirts than i originally took. Hehe I got my bikini :P but i regret not getting this really pretty handbag I saw. My dad'll probably say the opposite; "You already have so many bags. You dont dont need another one,". So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;From that experience, I would most definately wanna go back to Thailand again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till next time :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/s: The foot massages over there are to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Die for.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Not a service you can find here. Well, not as good anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-8537471450146545113?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8537471450146545113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=8537471450146545113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8537471450146545113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8537471450146545113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/01/marcus-doing-what-he-does-at-airport.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMLO0vgsjcg/R5DD3UEkMuI/AAAAAAAAACU/KQZQ8goceog/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-2393752431660167018</id><published>2008-01-18T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:42:24.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New and... New :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its alive..&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I TELL YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My blog is finally coming alive again. Hahaha!! I shall&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;promise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to update my blog as often as my schedule permits me. But it must be understood that its an important year for alot of us and there are only 24 hours in a day. If i could do more, I would. Believe it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcia &lt;3's&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-2393752431660167018?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2393752431660167018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=2393752431660167018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2393752431660167018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2393752431660167018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-and-new-p.html' title='New and... New :P'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-6706745292297135338</id><published>2007-08-20T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:50:02.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Theatre Workshop</title><content type='html'>Its finally over. Well, it was a great 4 says and i really learned alot! Thanks so much Stephanie :D That girl is truly amazing. This is one workshop i'll never forget. I met so many new people who are really talented and friendly. ISo this it what we did throughout the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched this sermon from i dont know what but it was seriously amazing. It was about the universe and all the galaxies in it. And at the core of thefarest galaxy which is like 320 million light years away, theres something called the x structure. You know what it actually looks like? i really looks like cross!! It was so beautiful!!! Anyways, Stephanie explained to us about the song we were gonna do and what it was about and were its from. Its called "The Human Heart" and its from the musical "Once On This Island" which Stephanie performed for her graduation. So we watched the first bit of the musical, did some funny warm ups and learned part of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres was alot about carribean style movements. It was super funny cause we did stuff like the chicken leg etc. Unfortunately, Sammy got injured and couldnt join us. I felt super bad for her cause all she could go was sit there and watch us...Other than that, we went on to this method of acting called story telling. Stephanie had us stand in a circle and kind of create the first thing that came to our mind and pass it on to the next person. My object was super weird. It was kinda like a box or something, like a treasure chest. Finally, we got into groups and "story told" the first 4 lines of our song. My groups went with the tv channel theme. Each person represents a channel, a line in the song. I was a sleepwalker(a dreamer)Once the viewer(kenny) went through all channels, someone called him away( lead him to the truth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now day 3 was interesting! When i got there, there was two new guys. One of which i found really haute!! Of course i wasnt there only one. Kate, Sarah and i shared the same view :P Moving on, all the girls went with Kenny to learn some movements to go along wiht the song we were singing. But then 4 girls left to learn the alto part. When we were done, we went back to learn the rest of the some. Finally, the song was comepleted and put together with all the separate parts(soprano,alto,tenor,bass). It sounded so cool. Really nice. We did this character thing where we had to close our eyes and Stephanie guided us, telling us things to imagine. Then we drew and wrote all the things we individually saw in our minds onto this big majong paper. Oh yeah that guys name is Aaron and he was in the YKLS with Balqis and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of our performance! We just touched up on the song and dance. But for some reason, the more i sang, the worse i sounded. Maybe it was cause of the itchy feeling i had in my throat.. Anyways, the performance went well and all even though i was pretty nervous. After that, we were treated to a performance of 2 songs by Stephanie, one of which she composed herself. Then Aaron sang a song for us too, from the musical Les Miserable 'Stars'. His voice is SO amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-6706745292297135338?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6706745292297135338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=6706745292297135338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/6706745292297135338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/6706745292297135338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/08/musical-theatre-workshop.html' title='Musical Theatre Workshop'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-487706228113587000</id><published>2007-08-18T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:43:10.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity's the name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My, my, my its been a while. Really a while!! This is seriously starting to become a problem. You know why? because I go online like once in 2 weeks or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, the reason this post is called "stupidity's the name" because thats what iv been for the past few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First, last friday, at cheer practice, i was trying to do a handstand. And mind you, iv never done a handstand before. You wanna know what happened. Go ahead, take a guess. Nope? Dont know? Ok i'll spill the beans. I was so smart, cause when i did the handstand, i lost balance and fell*hard* on my shoulder and head. Shoulder hit the ground first followed my my head and finally, the rest of my body. Everyone was like "are you ok, are you ok?". The rest of my body felt ok except for my shoulder and neck. Didnt hurt that much at first but slowly, the pain grew. I tried getting people to pull my hand in hopes that that would help. No such luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So i went home and told my dad. Then he tried pulling but when i said it still hurt. He said i probably injured the muscle. Badly. So on sunday, my parents took me to think chinese chiropractor. Now comes the gross yet funny part. The doc told me that i had slightly dislocated my shoulder. Its stupid cause i was like "wow serious?!" I didnt actually feel that much pain to think that i did that kinda damage. Anways, i was told to  avoid any form of strain on my shoulder for at least a week. And i followed his orders, up until today that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During PJ today, my captain asked that we do a little practice, since we werent having practice later. I have to admit, i was reluctent to do so because my shoulder still hurt and i was afraid i would injure it more. But regardless, i followed my captains orders. I did a few jumps and stuff. Then i supported soorah in one elevation and my shoulder already started hurting! I mean really hurt. I knew i shouldnt have done it but yeah. So i went home and told my dad and he called me a silly girl for doing that even when my shoulder was still hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Final stupid move was at church earlier. I asked kate to show me this one move, the sitting on the shoulders thing. For some reason, i couldnt get my leg over onto kates shoulder and was stuck dangling there, mid-air. I was trying my best to reach the floor to brace myself for the fall but just as i was half a foot or so from the floor, kate lost balance and fell because i was putting all my weight back to lower myself to the floor. So i fell and really hit my hand into the floor ,then my shoulder. When i got up, my shoulder was practically burning and my hand had a carpet burn on it and was bruised a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regardless of all the bumps and bruised iv accumilated over this one week, im still ok. A bit banged up but ok. So thats a good thing. I really hope my arm gets better by next week. Its starting to get annoying everytime i wake up, my shoulder hurts. Even thought i try my best to stay still at night while i sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, that all the stupid stuff iv been doing this past week. Til next time guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toodles, Caio!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-487706228113587000?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/487706228113587000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=487706228113587000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/487706228113587000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/487706228113587000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupiditys-name.html' title='stupidity&apos;s the name'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-3345128988122355749</id><published>2007-07-22T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T02:17:22.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet 15'/><title type='text'>Oh Katie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;[Sonnet '15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shall I compare thee to a chocolate kake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thou art more delicious and more tempting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Extra kake does cause an extra pound or two in July,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And birthday's lease hath all too short the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometime too rich the topping of a moments happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And often is her true flavours untasted;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And ever bite from bite sometimes too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By chance, or indigestion's discourse, untrimm'd;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But thy eternal chocolate kake shall never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nor lose taste of the flavours thou ow'st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nor shall Decomposition brag thou wand'rest in his shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When in eternal layers to time thou mature'st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                          So long as ladies can eat, or noses can smell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                So long blogs this, and this gives flavour to thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dearest &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Happy 15th Birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Another year of your life has passed and we're still close as ever, girl.&lt;/span&gt; Isnt it funny how it felt just like yesterday you and I were shaking our booties in dypers. But at this moment, I wanna take ther opportunity to say&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I love you for the things you and I have been through together over the years.&lt;/span&gt; Your sense of humour is truely one of a kind!! Never fails to make me laugh. I gotta say, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;your level of maturity is way beyond that of your peers&lt;/span&gt;. And that is gonna take you far in this world cause your also one heck of a smart girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope you'll continue to grow in your walk with God cause I know you're bound for greatness. I can see it now:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kate Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;History Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You've got a few more years to go til you completely become the blossoming woman you're ment to be. By then I'll be getting old :P So make me proud girl!! Oh yes, find love in the places you know you're bound to be it; like from me!! Lameness hahaha.... sorry, the late hour is getting to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll sign off here. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed this post&lt;/span&gt;. Especially for my beloved, dearest cousin! One more thing,&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; sorry if I ever did anything to you that hurt you or made you feel like "ggrrrr!!!".&lt;/span&gt; I didnt mean to do it at the time. The anger (or whatever other emotion i was feeling at the time) over took me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You know I really love ya!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S: For your information, this is a remix of the famous Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare. I renamed it in comjunction with your 15th birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;With love,     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Marcia &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-3345128988122355749?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3345128988122355749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=3345128988122355749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3345128988122355749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3345128988122355749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-katie.html' title='Oh Katie..'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1612373280014412320</id><published>2007-07-20T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:43:15.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I carry your heart with me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I carry you heart with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I carry it in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywhere I go, you go my dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no fate for you are my fate, my sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want no world for beautiful you are my world, my true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And whatever a sun will always sing is you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the root of the root&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the bub of the bub&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sky of the sky of the tree called life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which grows higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I carry your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I carry it in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-E.E. Cummings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1612373280014412320?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1612373280014412320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1612373280014412320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1612373280014412320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1612373280014412320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-carry-your-heart-with-me.html' title='I carry your heart with me..'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-7515656473429837038</id><published>2007-07-20T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:19:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My world</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woken up one day and thought :&lt;br /&gt;                      "Man, Im &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;really lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to have the&lt;strong&gt; people i have in my life&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just had one of those morning. I mean, how often do we all appreciate the people who helped make us who we really are. For all the times they've&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to your meaningless ranting and complaints.. For the times they were the&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you cried on when you were feeling &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;lower than the deepest ocean&lt;/span&gt;. But best of all, for the times they made you&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the memories that you'll always &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the rest of your life. Because those memories are what make you a &lt;em&gt;better &lt;/em&gt;person, the things that get you through a bad day. These are some of the things the special people in my life do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, its mainly my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and some close friends. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they've been my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pillar of support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my entire life. Even though i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt always appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what they did for me. But since a certain incident, iv grown so much &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;closer&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to my parents and am totally comfortable to tell them everything thats in my head. The old saying is true, out of a disaster, theres always some good that comes out of it. My brothers,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, sure they can be&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pains in the butts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at times but regardless of that fact; their love is true and i'll love them no matter what. Sure, we had our fair share of&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fights and agruments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but tell me are there ever siblings who see completely eye to eye? I think not. Out of our downs, they help me build endurance and tolerence against people that would cause me problems later. They were my first bestfriends too. Who could as for better siblings.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If there were ever better parents and siblings, I wouldnt want to even know about them because to me and in my eyes, my family is already perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; how could i ever live without those people i am so&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to know. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Shealin&lt;/em&gt; are some just to name a few. In all honesty, its always been&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hard &lt;/span&gt;for me to make friends.&lt;/span&gt; Much less best friends or close friends. But these people (and more) have made it so easy for me to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;open up&lt;/span&gt; and just&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; them. Theres no way i can go back to being all by my lonesome now that i know what its like to have true friends. Friends that will &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;stick by you&lt;/span&gt; no matter what &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;happens to you&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what people say&lt;/span&gt; about you. Friends who will tell you what they really think about what you've been saying for the past couple of hours instead of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beating around the bush&lt;/span&gt; cause they dont wanna&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"hurt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you. They'll tell you the&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because they know you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;need to hear it&lt;/span&gt;, even if the truth &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;. Now thats what i call &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;true friends&lt;/span&gt;. And the true friends i have, im greatful for them. Thank you guys. I hope you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would our worlds be like if we didnt have friends and family? I'll tell what the world would be like. A&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; total&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; failure&lt;/strong&gt;. The world has &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;evolved&lt;/span&gt; and been &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;canggih-fied&lt;/span&gt; because of alliances and friendships. The&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; world&lt;/span&gt; is for&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Is friendship and family important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxo,xoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-7515656473429837038?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7515656473429837038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=7515656473429837038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7515656473429837038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7515656473429837038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-world.html' title='My world'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-8214015147029777167</id><published>2007-07-15T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:06:48.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while..</title><content type='html'>I know, I know... Iv been neglecting my dear ol' blog for quite some time but Iv been really busy ok... Sorry people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I gotta get ready for my exams tomorrow. I'll properly update my blog after my exams k. Scouts honour :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-8214015147029777167?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8214015147029777167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=8214015147029777167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8214015147029777167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8214015147029777167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while..'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-7446446083743769172</id><published>2007-07-08T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:24:06.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Nick:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Official 16th Birthday Nick!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha its so funny cause I just wished you about one and a half hours ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways Nick the party was great. Company was da bomb. Food was delish as usual!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok now for the wishes and stuff:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of, I wanna thank you so much for coming into my life( all cause of kate ). You've made such an impact in my life just by being who you are. I've seen you go through some bad times but Im glad you've come out of it better and stronger with God there beside you guiding you through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know if Iv been the best of friends to you but whenever you're in a jam, you can be assured that Ill be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that in the coming years you'll learns things than will keep you grounded morally and mentally strong. You're a great guy and Im pround of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oook Im gonna stop now :p Enjoy you day to the fullest ya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Your  friend,                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;   Marshy marsh :)     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-7446446083743769172?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7446446083743769172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=7446446083743769172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7446446083743769172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7446446083743769172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-nick.html' title='To Nick:'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-2293257318582837637</id><published>2007-06-26T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:27:11.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; eye's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; itch&lt;/span&gt;, had a&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aaand Iv got&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt; experiments&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; read up&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chemistry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;!! Oh &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-2293257318582837637?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2293257318582837637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=2293257318582837637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2293257318582837637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2293257318582837637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-eyes-itch-had-headache-aaand-iv-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-7923517174847827319</id><published>2007-06-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:52:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can we unite a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sacred lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every child creates a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;skylight&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you hear cathedrals falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;universe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is calling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a single cello&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since the world has lost her way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; journey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;endlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet the promised chance remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gifts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of what could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let the children&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the children remember the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let them&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; dance&lt;/span&gt; let them&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For their&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lives&lt;/span&gt; have&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the children engender the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;river&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;runs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; through fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever subsiding their pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every voice along the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; shoreline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; within time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spinning unresolved the walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As each&lt;strong&gt; season&lt;/strong&gt; passes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;wonderland &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;looking glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The secret garden shires beckon's you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gentle&lt;/span&gt; flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, don't fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;innocent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still harbors thee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In faith of garden dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where one &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; lives&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eternally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the children remember the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let them dance let them soar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For their lives have begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; engender the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the river runs through fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever subsiding&lt;/strong&gt; their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bless&lt;/span&gt; the children for they are&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;spirit in flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes the children engender the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the river runs through life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Healing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;their pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you could trust with your heart but for time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sweet angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, conceive you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever and always&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-7923517174847827319?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7923517174847827319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=7923517174847827319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7923517174847827319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/7923517174847827319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/06/prayer.html' title='Prayer..'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-5035324710393050877</id><published>2007-06-22T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:06:59.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people *sighs*</title><content type='html'>Why? Why are people the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to be nice and care about other peoples feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, whats the point of hurting and humiliating others. Getting back at them for things they may or may no have done.Its just gonna come right back to you in other forms. Two wrongs dont make a right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can we all just get along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your neighbours as you love yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-5035324710393050877?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5035324710393050877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=5035324710393050877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5035324710393050877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5035324710393050877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/06/people-sighs.html' title='people *sighs*'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-4537763093730221752</id><published>2007-06-18T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:29:50.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok ok I know I havent been blogging for a while Iv been quite busy with school and all. Ok let&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; fill you guys in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on what Iv been up to these &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;past few weeks&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Went to the Curve with&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; kate and sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Bought a birthday present for a friend. Sammy and I went to watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pirates 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but kate couldnt join us cause she had ballet. my favourite part of the movie, the proposal and wedding!!! Its like the&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; wedding of the century!!&lt;/span&gt; So so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I went for a friends birthday dinner the following week. A &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;simple dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; among friends but an enjoyable time. I was kinda &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;overdressed &lt;/span&gt;tho :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Then I went &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bikini&lt;/em&gt; shopping&lt;/span&gt; with my mom. After looking around, we narrowed it down to two, a white one and a brown. Mom said the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;white one&lt;/span&gt; made me look&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; fresher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but still wasnt sure. So we called my dad &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;all the way&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aussie&lt;/span&gt; for his opinion. He chose &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the brown one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) I went to the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;seventeen summer splash and summer hunks party&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;sammy and ka&lt;/em&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My first time wearing a bikini in public :P but it was really fun. Loved the pictures we took. Sammy!! Can you send them to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) I had my first attempts at &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;apple crumble&lt;/span&gt;. It turned out pretty good although my made too much crumble but mom didnt seem to have any problems with that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f)Just last saturday, I went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Beryl's chocolate factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a tour with the people I worked for. Kinda &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dissapointing&lt;/span&gt; cause it was so short but the kids made it fun. The&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; one and only cute guy&lt;/span&gt; there didnt make it bad either hehe. Sadly I dont know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) Last saturday and sunday, the days I was waiting for for the past 3+ months. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Portrait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tze Quan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Tim&lt;/strong&gt; and everyone else, Im so proud of you guys. You've made NST proud!! It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tear jerking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ok and so full of emotion. Wish there was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cd of the songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tho. Really liked the songs. My favourite songs are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where Do I Go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give Me Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy In The Mall!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wish I could see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that brings us to the present time and Im&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; feeling mega sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for some reason. Been feeling like that all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The time has come now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The time of my day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To have all things go my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that, for me, means sleepy time!!! Night people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im out &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-4537763093730221752?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4537763093730221752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=4537763093730221752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4537763093730221752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4537763093730221752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-while.html' title='its been a while'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-8404711563620511646</id><published>2007-06-08T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:30:56.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;works over&lt;/span&gt;!! its back to school for me... I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wanna go... noooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss the &lt;strong&gt;babies&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;strong&gt;new friend&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;, michelle... keep in touch k!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;take care people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-8404711563620511646?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8404711563620511646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=8404711563620511646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8404711563620511646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8404711563620511646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/06/over_08.html' title='over..'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-8419879138843399502</id><published>2007-06-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:57:49.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why cant you see.. Your foolish actions are hurting people, your friends. And me too. I thought after all my hurting, I wouldn't be affected by this now. But guess what, Im still feeling the hurt and pain. Even now. I mean, dont you care about all the things that used to matter to you??&lt;br /&gt;I was so stupid to even think you were such a great person. One of a kind. No one else like you. I thought no one else had your uniqueness, you sweet smile, the magic touch.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that was all a load of bull!!! What happened to you? I need to know that. For some closure. Please. Just do this one thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the old you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one Im not looking at through a glass wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-8419879138843399502?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8419879138843399502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=8419879138843399502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8419879138843399502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/8419879138843399502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-cant-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-1664126000348888452</id><published>2007-06-04T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:22:56.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't really like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what you're trying to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make me fall for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like you to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everywhere I go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll always be there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to give you hints to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(But it's like it came of the other ear)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care get a clue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause I don't really like you, I dont really like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and your friends are dense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't make any sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all at your expense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I don't really like you, I don't really like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You heard what I said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said I don't really like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time passes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you wonder why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not gonna lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You mean nothing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care get a clue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause I don't really like you, I don't really like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and your friends are dense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't make any sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all at your expense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause I don't really like you, I don't really like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You heard what I said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said I don't really like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time passes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you wonder why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not gonna lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You mean nothing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care get a clue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause I don't really like you, I don't really like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and your friends are dense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't make any sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all at your expense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause I don't really like you, I don't really like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said I don't really like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Skye Sweetnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-1664126000348888452?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1664126000348888452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=1664126000348888452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1664126000348888452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/1664126000348888452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-really-like-you.html' title='I don&apos;t really like you'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-5818895975567795331</id><published>2007-05-30T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:59:46.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workie work work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok so Im working again this holidays and today's my 3rd day. Somehow this time it seems a little different from the other times. Like yesterday was the first time I taught the kids anything. Ok so it was only cooking but it is harder so teach a bunch of 3-6 year old kids than it seems. Either way, it was a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;great experience&lt;/span&gt; and now I know what it feels like to be a teacher. Oh yeah did I mention, we moved to a very nice corner single story house. It's definately more spacious for the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways, I got my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;birthday present&lt;/span&gt; today from my teacher-and my boss. Thank you so so much Emanda!! I really love it. I got this really nice dress that we got from her sisters shop in Hartamas Shopping Centre. It's called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lovely Peoples Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If you guys can, go check it out. It's a really youth kinda shop with cute clothes, shoes and hair accesories. I got alot of pampering today, from shopping to food and playing with Emanda's o so cute baby girl. I love her to bits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But, my &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy bubble&lt;/em&gt; got burst&lt;/span&gt; just as we were leaving to head back home. Kate called me and said we &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;can't go for &lt;strong&gt;seventeens summer splash party&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on the&lt;strong&gt; 9th of June&lt;/strong&gt; cause it clashes with new life. Sammy also mentioned this to me when I invited her as my plus 1. Im&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; totally bummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about it. Come to think of it, I think this is &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;one of those tests&lt;/span&gt; God puts out for us to see whats more important to us. I mean, I know what I have to do and whats my priorities but Iv been wanting to go for this thing since April and its so&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;saddening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me that I cant go now. Iv been running this throught my head since monday trying to find a way to learn the topic for the 9th and still go for the party. It does sound shallow, &lt;em&gt;especially for me&lt;/em&gt;, but how often do I get a chance at going for a party like this for free. And&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; this year is like the ideal year&lt;/span&gt; for me to do everything I want cause Iv gotta concentrate on my SPM next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Its times like this that makes me &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; not taking full advantage&lt;/span&gt; of the years when I wasnt as busy as I am now. But no matter what, I cant turn back time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Any suggestions&lt;/span&gt; on how I can get through this without missing either event?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hmm maybe I should ask shealin whether I can learn the topic for the 9th this week too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I hope, I hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-5818895975567795331?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5818895975567795331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=5818895975567795331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5818895975567795331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5818895975567795331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/05/workie-work-work.html' title='Workie work work'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-2373330475525026580</id><published>2007-05-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:47:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday - Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Goodbye school..Hel-lo holidays!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well, for 2 weeks at least :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I loved today.. Really really loved it. Although it was kinda tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It feels so good to ponteng school every once in a while. Especially when its the last day of school before holidays. As a result, I got to spend a whole day with my mommy!!! And I mean a whole day. Ok maybe spending a whole day with your mom is not that big a thing to some of you guys out there but to me, it's a real treat cause I dont really get to spend time with my mom that often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And dont think I pontend-ed school just for fun. No thats not me. Well most of the time anyway. Nah, I didnt go to school today cause I had to go to the dentist to get my retainers. Man, just when you think you're finally done with all that metal in your mouth, you gotta put it right back in!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok, today.  Mom dropped me of at the  dentists' office before going to work cause of a meeting. When i was done-which was like less than half an hour-I went back to my moms office with her friend. By the time we got back, my momma was already it the meeting so I just waited in her office minding my own buisness, doing my homework( see, Im not lazy), reading my story book. Before I knew it, it was already 12.45 and time for lunch. By that time, mom was still not finish  and I was getting hungry. Boy, was I getting hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Blah blah blah...  time went on.. more work.. more reading..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Finally, we got out of that place they call an office, more like slave factory to me( sorry mommy) and headed to maju junction where we did some shopping, some window shopping and more than a little talking. I particularly wanted to go see nichii cause Iv never been there but now I have :) So we went through the entire shop and found some really nice stuff, tried on a few and eventually bought some of 'em. I got this really darling brown dress.  Simple yet classy. Really nice. Not something you find on any everyday basis, you know? Mom got a square collar white blouse.. and when she got home to show dad, he was like "wow.. so sexy.." -ok maybe he didnt use those exact word but wouldn't it be cute if he did ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways, we finally got home after a grueling 2 hour  jam-filled drive home. By the time I got home, my head was pounding so bad, it felt like it was gonna fall off my own two shoulder at any given moment. Oh yeah, did I mention that a baby lizard got into our car!!! I was so scared, I didnt even want to get back in the car!!! I absolutely hate lizards!! Moving along, we ate dinner not long after mom and I got home and that brings me to right now where Im pouring out my days events onto this thing we call a blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, Im spent. Im seriously one tired girl but also one very happy girl :) Im going to sleep the rest of  whats left of today away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Im out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-2373330475525026580?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2373330475525026580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=2373330475525026580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2373330475525026580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/2373330475525026580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/05/holiday-today.html' title='Holiday - Today'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-4146066777308872863</id><published>2007-05-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:08:43.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Once you were here,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you're gone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;How do I feel?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I don't know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Or maybe,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;In my heart,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You won't be forgotten.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;But you,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never be my number one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I knew you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess I didn't.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;But now,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really care.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Not anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for all you've done,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For me, with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't forget it,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;It will stay with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Always.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Take care of yourself,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you will.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just one thing,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Think before you act.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Once you were in my life,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;But now you're out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want you in my life,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;But I can't had you out of my life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart aches for you,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just for you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not mine,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Not anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You never will be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're lost,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;To me.&lt;/font&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/1300553066557802724-4146066777308872863?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4146066777308872863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=4146066777308872863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4146066777308872863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/4146066777308872863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/05/you.html' title='You..'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-5668561665581568501</id><published>2007-05-18T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:54:07.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointment.. and what it brings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is life so full of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dissapointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? From so many aspects.. Family, friends, studies, hopes, dreams... You know, sometimes it feels better and easier to just give up and not hope for anything anymore, not dream for anything anymore, not want anything because it saves you the hurt and pain and dissapointment of not getting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After so many dissapointments from people, you tend to stop trusting people. Why bother? You just end up getting more dissapointed and more hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But on the other hand. you know why we keep on trusting? It because we cant live alone here. No matter how many times we fall and are dissapointed with the outcome. We still want to let people into our lives. Its just a matter of how long it takes for us to &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;let people into our lives and our hearts&lt;/span&gt; again. We aren't supposed to be alone, to hide what we're feeling inside us all bottled up. God doesn't want us to be alone. Why do you think God put Adam and Eve together? He isn't one to let us live life alone. So keep on having faith in your family and your friends. Sure they'll dissapoint you sometimes but hey, they're only human. But God, you can trust with all your heart because He'll never let you down. He always got your best interest at heart. Friends are there for you, to help you through it all, to love and care for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"If you're alone, I'll be your shadow.  If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder.   If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow.  If you want to be happy, I be your smile.  But if you need a friend, I'll just be me" - Sammy &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love you guys &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We learn from our dissapointments so that we don't do them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-5668561665581568501?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5668561665581568501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=5668561665581568501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5668561665581568501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/5668561665581568501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/05/dissapointment-and-what-it-brings.html' title='Dissapointment.. and what it brings'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-3686213847482778831</id><published>2007-05-15T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:47:41.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little miracles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You know, over the past few days, Iv really been thinking about all the miracles God has give and done for me-both little and big. Anyone can see God's obvious miracles like trees and chirdbirth. But what about the little ones? The ones people tend to over look and think its just by chance or coincidence. I'll tell you something, nothing in this world is by chance or coincidence. It's the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;little miracles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that really put me in aw of Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just last saturday, my mom and I had a little miracle. Since that morning, we were looking for my brothers' house keys. After lunch, as my mom was reversing the car to send me to church, her pouch-that was on the center panel-slid forward onto this cup holder thing that has a clicking cover. So, because the pouch fell on the cover, it unclicked and when i picked the pouch up, guess what I found there. My brothers' house keys! You know, for one split second i thought it was just another coincedence but then i stopped and realised what just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; God had given us a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then just yesterday I had another miracle. I was waiting at the baskin robins for my mom to pick me from tuition. And my phone was just hating me!! Full battery and it still didnt wanna turn on! I tried a few times but it just wouldnt turn on! There was only one other student wait to be picked up but he was waiting further down the road from me. When he left, I decided to try my phone one more time and I &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; God to give me &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;just enough&lt;/span&gt; battery to call my mom and ask her where she was. When i tried it again, it did turn on. With an extra bar of battery!!! With that extra bar, I called my mom and she told me to walk to mcD's where she'd pick me up and &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; when i reacted mcD's my moms car &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; got there. God made it so that I didnt have to wait alone for my mom to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its truly amazing how He works in our lives. He does so much for us so we'll be comfortable and happy everyday and He doesnt even ask us for anything in return. Dont we serve a &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;great living God!! &lt;/span&gt;I believe we do. Anyone out there reading this agree with me? Let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-3686213847482778831?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3686213847482778831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=3686213847482778831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3686213847482778831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3686213847482778831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-miracles.html' title='the little miracles..'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-3557955980507019537</id><published>2007-05-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T02:01:05.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I not a KID anymore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Wow todays sermon by Ps Victor was really great!! and funny too! Actually, the whole nst day was totally the best.. First was the worship, i dont think we've ever done songs like that in nst before and it was really really fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really like that.. Ok, so todays sermon was mainly about the youth today and dating/relationships. Ps Victor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;invited 3 guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(lucus,philip and daniel)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and 3 girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(debbie,pei ling and melissa)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for a series of questions.I really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;agree with that the six of them said. Good work guys. I found the questions he asked were really relevent to all of us, regardless of our age. All the things he said about maturity, responsibility and commiting yourself. Some people need to get that in their heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think if anyones gonna get into a relationship, they've gotta be able to handle it. Not run away at the fist sign of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;trouble. That just screams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;immaturity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to me. I mean, why are so many of our youths in a rush to get into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;relationships your not ready for?? Ok fine, if you've been in one before and you find you cant handle it, why not just wait til you can instead of trying to get into another? Dont make the same mistakes again. And just because you're a few years older than you used to be doesnt mean you're able to handle a relationship. Like Ps Dan said, you could be 12 or 18 or 35 and still be immature. Oh yeah, guys, theres no point acting mature when you're really not cause girls can tell :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Another thing Ps Victor spoke on was virginity and how precious it is. Once its gone, you can never get it back&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And thats why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TRUE LOVE WAITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I really like what Ps Victor told us about the couple who married regardless of the factor that one of them had a STD. For better or for worse, even thought they couldnt have children, they were happy and stood by each other. Now thats true love. Accepting one another for everthing they are. Their talents, their capabilities and their faults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ok i found this part kinda lame but funny. Before your think of getting into a relationship. Answer 7 questions. I'll try to list all of them if i can remember&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. Are your studies ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2. Are you responsible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. Have you discussed a curfew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4. Have you spoken to your parents about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5. Do you know your limit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Err ok i dont think i can remember the other two. So thats what i got out of todays sermon. I think it was really benefition to everyone who came for nst today. Maybe more benefition to some than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think all of the above can be summorized into one line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you reap what you sow."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I whole heartedly believe that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;love you guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;marcia &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Happy Birthday Pei Ling!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-3557955980507019537?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3557955980507019537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=3557955980507019537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3557955980507019537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3557955980507019537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-not-kid-anymore.html' title='I not a KID anymore!!'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-3559413751925796182</id><published>2007-05-10T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:19:55.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;add math can KIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;people!!!!  its so weird ,you know. The second i opened the test paper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;everything i studied literally flew out of my head. I was already dumb-founded by the first question-can you believe it, the FIRST question-the more pages i flipped, the more things i forgot. Well, guess theres nothing more i can do now. Im just glad i was able to do the majority of the paper. Guess Ill just have to wait and see how i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Now Iv gotta try and prepare for a paper of a subject I havent even begun to learn. But thank goodness the paper is supposed to be mostly common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;3 Papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;left til Im home free. For now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1300553066557802724-3559413751925796182?l=theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3559413751925796182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1300553066557802724&amp;postID=3559413751925796182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3559413751925796182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1300553066557802724/posts/default/3559413751925796182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theedgeofsimplicity.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my.html' title='oh my...'/><author><name>Insight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071644056292741466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1300553066557802724.post-5590523601838650424</id><published>2007-05-09T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:52:09.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Sweet 16s and Thank Yous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Look look!! Iv finally gotten a blog =P Im so lame hehe.. Anyways, today's my 16th birthday. Traditionally, sweet 16s are supposed to be super special(especially for girl-sorry guys). And so,today is special for me. Not just for me but for two other dear dear friends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dayang and Michelle&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; So today is TRIPLE special!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to the both of you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Personally, i think sweet 16s is something that should be celebrated and remembered. I mean, we'll never pass this day again, neither will we ever turn 16 again so why not just celebrate the gift of life with friends and family and cherish it for all the days of your life. Man, I sound like such a hypocrite, I didnt want to celebrate my sweet 16 today but i do have good reason. Sorry kate!! I promise you'll get a chance to do something for me after my exams and after sammy comes back k =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok,and for the thank yous.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mom Dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, without you, i wouldnt be here today. Thanks for everything you've done for me. To everyone who wished me, thank you so very much. Im really blessed to have everyone of you in my life. From lesson to lectures, from laughing to crying, from advice to naging, thank you. All of that has helped me become who i am. YOU'VE helped me become who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thats all from me for now. Gotta get back to studying for the dreaded mid-terms. Let me know what you guys think of my blog and what i can do to improve k. 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