<?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-4703442716293925794</id><updated>2011-11-30T04:00:13.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>star_cross_lovers: Words of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>charmed881 a blog about ideas of life that a girl like me come across. Started off with the name based on Romeo x Juliet anime</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5524629314894915408</id><published>2011-11-30T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T04:00:13.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy of life.</title><content type='html'>When you meet a dead end, you often ask quietly in your heart, 'what is the right thing to do?' Often you found your answer is, 'don't know'. In situations like that, one often reaches to the conclusion that dying is the easiest way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when one is really happy, they often say, 'i wish this will never ends' Then again, all good things come to an end as quoted by a song. And one will say I will never let go or say good bye. They got sucked into an unrealistic imagination of life. Hence classified as madness. Self deceive is what they are after I supposed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people choose to fight hard and have the philosophy that determination and passion will one day win the battle. However, if that do not happen, the one person will be so defeated and broken. The stronger one believe, the harder one fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three philosophy of life running in my head right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Death is the solution to all complexity of life and is inevitable&lt;br /&gt;2. Self deceive can make the non existence a reality in our beautiful mind&lt;br /&gt;3. Just keep fighting on regardless the reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Death is merely an avoidance, an act of coward. Self deceiving can only last for so long before reality strikes. Determination hurts when another put you down harshly and insensitively. But F*** those people who tells you that you're s*** and that your an idiot who cant do shit. (sorry for the language but that is why human are rude) and stand up for your self by proving to them that you are better than them. Stand beside me to fight the battle against trash like them. Remember there are kind people all around you, you will just need to go to them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5524629314894915408?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5524629314894915408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5524629314894915408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5524629314894915408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5524629314894915408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2011/11/philosophy-of-life.html' title='Philosophy of life.'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-8654845241731849746</id><published>2011-08-16T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T05:44:03.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Shurbert Serenade</title><content type='html'>A beautiful piece made. Not just for the melody but for the emotions that you could feel from it. Close your eyes, listen. Perhaps we don't listen enough. Perhaps we don't question enough. Or simply because we prefer to hide it deep down in our heart. What is our heart telling us? Human are made to love and feel. Every night before I sleep, I let my heart plays a melody. Let my heart feels. It doesn't matter what it is feeling, the only thing that matters is that I know I can feel. One can easily lost oneself while in a quest to search for the unknown. What do we want and what do we understand? Ask yourself, ask myself, ask the world, and yet no answer. Perhaps there will never be an answer. Again, close your eyes, listen to his serenade and feel. Feel the love that you desire to give and receive. Imagination is the power of emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZIX1Hs4u50&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I first found this song from this series. The emotions are incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can find his/her purpose of life when one learn to accept that to feel happiness, one must feel pain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-8654845241731849746?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/8654845241731849746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=8654845241731849746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/8654845241731849746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/8654845241731849746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2011/08/franz-shurbert-serenade.html' title='Franz Shurbert Serenade'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5037470814901876253</id><published>2010-07-11T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T06:02:56.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love POV</title><content type='html'>Often i wondered, is love an easy and bubbly thing? or is it meant to be difficult and complicated before u can be with the right guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls...are they creatures who are made to love and feel dependence? Guys...are they creatures made to protect and have high sexual drive? What are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that why when a raw relationship started, it is often rocky and difficult to understand? Is this why girls demand attention and time (love and dependence) from the guys and the guys feel the pressure and being pushed away yet they can't leave because of their protective nature and guilt leading to a draggy relationship that eventually ends or both party have to try so hard to change? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this normal or is this just another assumption that the first real relationship is just this way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who truly believe in love and soul mates will be finding the other half. When they do, they will love so deep like they never love before. The feeling of i can't lose this person is always there leading to all sort of problems (ie. insecurity, trust, dependence, want, needs, listener, space)..everything u can imagine that can break a relationship apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you be patient if u are faced with this situation, where you love someone so deep and yet you know he/she is not the right one? And are you sure you are actually loving him and not that you are afraid you can't find another person who can give you 'the' feeling or love you that deep or even worse because you believe you care for this person so you cant leave? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you will sit down and ask yourself, if this relationship is meant to be, why is it so difficult?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5037470814901876253?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5037470814901876253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5037470814901876253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5037470814901876253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5037470814901876253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-pov.html' title='Love POV'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5306990593780957331</id><published>2010-05-02T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T06:29:51.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending</title><content type='html'>Ending is always the harder part of the relationship. When a relationship ends, it means it is over forever and ever and those who are deeply emotional will realise that this is the most painful part. For those who don't understand this emotion, it just means two things. Either your just hiding it and running away from it because it is unacceptable, in other words, self denial or you haven't love deep enough. Either way, at the point of rejection, it hurts, it will make you cry, do the most unreasonable things and definitely reminds you of the person you once had something with. It is until you accept it that you can move on and see the world in a more colourful way once again. Until then, you will be tortured and decisions made will be regreted once in a while but don't let that change you. Remember that every decision was made for a reason, there is no regret to that. If you do regret it, go back and fight for it but make sure it will hurt less for a long time and not temporary which is what most people desire at a point so called 'point of no return'. A breakup can last so long simply because this decision is so painful and filled with guilt. Dragging and walking on the torturing road of decisions can hurt so many others, lost so much more important matters because one's focus is only on that road. Don't be selfish, if you realised that you are hurting another person, then let go because you love the person. And if you think your the one who is hurt, don't let guilt torture the one you once called lover. Don't ever let yourself think he/she completes your world because if it is true, you wouldn't be crying alone. And if you found someone worthy of your love, then appreciate him/her, make her/him smile because you can't help making her/him cry once in a while (cry means true love). If you have no one, then remember there are many meaningful people and events waiting for you to discover and care for. They are meaningful because they love you too (Friends, crushes, family, facebook attention...etc)So love those who are worth with your heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Life is never easy. Career, love, money, health, daily luck...etc...that is why horoscope existed...But most importantly don't forget to smile after you cried...XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5306990593780957331?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5306990593780957331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5306990593780957331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5306990593780957331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5306990593780957331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2010/05/ending.html' title='Ending'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-2365580619654416827</id><published>2010-04-25T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T05:53:30.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The idea of love</title><content type='html'>Do one love the person for who they are or who you thought they are? Often people take a glimpse and make a superficial judgement on the person based on some basic information they figure out through friends, facebook, blog, looks, career, a little character or simple do they smoke, drink? Party? or cook, fun or nerd? Let's say girl A went out with her friends and they told her this amazing story about this guy, hot, smart, rich, good to friends, absolutely adorable. Later that night girl A went to facebook, look upon his profile, read his comments, felt his little funny side through the comments, random and interesting yet stable and responsible, ie everything she is looking for. Without her noticing, she started to fall in love with this guy without even talking to him. How did that happened? A little crush over a person she imagined to be perfect happened. See what I am trying to project to you? Telling you the story of girl A loving a guy who she thought to be the guy of her dreams. Now the story can go both ways, either Mr Perfect can ask her out and be the best guy ever for her (ie match made in heaven) or Mr Perfect can turn out to be Mr Player, Mr Free Spirit, Mr Jealous, Mr Control Freak, Mr Dreamer, Mr Sticky, Mr Everything but Mr Perfect. Either way, girl A let herself fall in love with the idea of being in love and not actually loving Mr so called Perfect. She let herself vunerable even before she started. So lesson: Miss A will know to learn and understand a person more than just what she believe or make herself believe in before falling in love because LOVE can be beautiful or ugly. It is the best and worst thing you can feel to get the ultimate love. Always love but love wisely :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-2365580619654416827?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/2365580619654416827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=2365580619654416827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/2365580619654416827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/2365580619654416827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2010/04/idea-of-love.html' title='The idea of love'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5115987105181302673</id><published>2010-04-06T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:49:28.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions are superficial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cmost.org/images/STARS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 577px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 577px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.cmost.org/images/STARS.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When one makes an important decision, often running through their brains are tons of informations that made sense and don't make sense. Sometimes we are forced to make decisions, whether we like it or not. In the end of the day, people often tell you that it is good and wise that you make a decision when it turn out right. However, when it was the time you had to make a decision that seemed stupid and unwise, 101 people willl be there to object. Very true indeed every word and message given by these people made lots of sense and in fact you yourself will start contradicting to make your decision look so bad but you will still take the wrong one. Everyone deemed that it will be a mistake but will it be? Who is to decide what is wrong and what is right? People often say think and people often say do as your heart is contented. What if that is the happiness one is looking for, the heart and not the brain, not the soul and not the body but the heart? Humans are susceptible to making the wrong decision but it is important to make a decision than not making one. Leaving things hanging are never good, people hurt people on the way for a long time. Your decision may not be right but do what makes you happy not what makes everyone else happy even it hurts the most. It's like beautiful stars, everyone of them are so beautiful, captivating, yearning for you but you can never be certain it isn't dying. You just got to believe and do what you can to make it beautiful. Appreciate it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5115987105181302673?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5115987105181302673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5115987105181302673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5115987105181302673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5115987105181302673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2010/04/decisions-are-superficial.html' title='Decisions are superficial'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-3002203323367265452</id><published>2010-02-07T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:49:27.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>I don't have a heart. It is cold n frozen. Won't feel a thing. Won't let it feel a thing. Don't trust a thing. Don't want anything. Don't want to love. Don't want to hate. Don't want so many things. Don't want you. Don't want him. Don't want her. Don't think its right. Don't think its wrong. Don't think its cruel. Don't think its normal. Don't understand. Don't want to understand. Don't want to see. Don't want to accept reality. Don't want to own. Don't want to have. Don't want to know. Don't want to read. Don't want to predict. Don't want to guess. Don't want at all... really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-3002203323367265452?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/3002203323367265452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=3002203323367265452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/3002203323367265452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/3002203323367265452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2010/02/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5838495313277942055</id><published>2009-12-19T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:45:02.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LBEFGOIW</title><content type='html'>The 'List' showed evidence.&lt;br /&gt;The 'Book' reads the memories.&lt;br /&gt;The 'Emotions tells the lie.&lt;br /&gt;The 'Friends' whisper into the ear.&lt;br /&gt;The 'Guy' hides in his lost world.&lt;br /&gt;The 'One' has yet to find it's way.&lt;br /&gt;'I' have yet to wake up&lt;br /&gt;The 'World' is still spinning as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5838495313277942055?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5838495313277942055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5838495313277942055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5838495313277942055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5838495313277942055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2009/12/lbefgoiw.html' title='LBEFGOIW'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-563712538007965915</id><published>2009-11-07T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:47:45.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No such thing as not meant to be</title><content type='html'>Today i made a decision to let go of this locked heart to allow it to grow. I tortured myself long enough and realised that there is no point anymore to try to trap a flying bird, i will let him go. Let him fly far far away and one day when he realised that he actually belongs to the cage, he will come back and if he doesn't, well that is destined. Fated that he came to my life and destined that he left and never come back. O well, o well i finally know how to love. To love someone is not to keep them but to let them go. Let them explore their inner self and know what they want truly and deeply inside. If it's not meant to be, it is just not. Don't force it anymore. Let him go, let your self go. Though it is going to be harder than what you would be willing to experience but it is your choice the moment you promise yourself to love. One has to be responsible for every action they do. You chose to love, you have chose to take pain or happiness. One has to grow up. There is no such as not meant to be, only have such a thing as i give up. If one don't give up but learn to see the beauty of another, trust me love will be there. You made love up. You decide whether you want to love or not. You decide whether it is you or not. You decide whether it is right or not. It is not predetermined. No such thing as not meant to be~ believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-563712538007965915?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/563712538007965915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=563712538007965915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/563712538007965915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/563712538007965915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-such-thing-as-not-meant-to-be.html' title='No such thing as not meant to be'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-7897499709464401518</id><published>2009-11-05T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:09:03.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Love</title><content type='html'>A risk is taken today. Beautiful weather turned into dark scary storms that calms down after. What an intense weather. Feelings can be intense too? Can someone control the uncontrollable? People tend to be emotionally affected so deeply till it breaks the core of a soul and spirit! Those who break it will never, never ever understand how hurt one person can be. Those who have the ultimate passion will always go back to the one person they love most regardless how painful or stabbing their hearts felt. Love is such a crazy risk. How can a love so beautiful slip away? How can such passion ran away? How can one feel so much love yet fear and pain? What is this love that kills one yet brings life? So much running in my mind. Love is definitely not the most important concept of life and yet i am feeling so much, so much passion and fear. I am taking a risk to go back instead of jumping off the cliff because i absolutely believe that love conquers all. But am i right? Will i be the foolish lover again? Probably is but loving someone is the greatest gift that God has given me. My life is dedicated to love, loving him, loving family, loving friends, loving those who needs me, loving the world but me. To love others is to sacrifice me. And i die willingly in the name of love. Lord hold me, give me the strength to love others with passion without regrets! Give me the power to help and support others, those who needs me, send me as an angel to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-7897499709464401518?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/7897499709464401518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=7897499709464401518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/7897499709464401518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/7897499709464401518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-of-love.html' title='The Gift of Love'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-8101814842271135065</id><published>2009-10-11T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:14:58.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings vs Thoughts</title><content type='html'>One can use the heart to feel so much that they take nothing from the thoughts to decide on something. One can use their mental thoughts so much that nothing they feel can decide a thing in life. Both neither one can live when both see life in such a contrast. Clashes in every step of life from every moment to every decision. Difficulty that seemed like a dead end to every dream shaped in the thoughts. Hopeless feeling and the impossible formed, slowly leeching away the every little love there is. The one that uses the heart, crumbles as the one who uses the mind, slowly doing what seemed logical, coldly. Such undefined torture. It is hard to let the mind control the feelings just as it is hard for the mind to let the feelings out. Just unlucky the infinite battle of feelings vs thoughts will always be there in ones' mind and heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-8101814842271135065?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/8101814842271135065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=8101814842271135065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/8101814842271135065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/8101814842271135065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2009/10/feelings-vs-thoughts.html' title='Feelings vs Thoughts'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-685251582426959683</id><published>2009-10-04T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:55:25.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wished</title><content type='html'>Summer is here and winter had passed. I got to say you are still there, still deep inside there. Good bye seemed to be a useless word. Moving on seemed like a numbing sentence to me. Missing you deep down inside. The refusal of showing the truth to the world can be such a lie to many faces. Such memories to me perhaps nothing to you. Even if it's something, you refuse to break the unbreakable wall. Wished you would try harder. Wished you would always come back. Wished that i am not the only one here hoping to see something still. Wished you would tell me. Wished you were the one. Wished you could feel me. Wished you could understand me. Wished you were blunt and passionate. Wished you and I can be one. Wished for so much but everything is just about you...&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-685251582426959683?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/685251582426959683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=685251582426959683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/685251582426959683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/685251582426959683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2009/10/wished.html' title='Wished'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5629050790442341306</id><published>2009-08-24T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T04:45:30.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue blue sky</title><content type='html'>I see blue sky when i walk,&lt;br /&gt;My head will be staring at it,&lt;br /&gt;As i walk,&lt;br /&gt;i think,&lt;br /&gt;think so deeply wondering what is going through a mind like mine,&lt;br /&gt;N realized that the song in my earphones will determine it,&lt;br /&gt;Konayuki or american flightless bird or 21 guns tomorrow? or perhaps something new?&lt;br /&gt;One never know but i certainly want to be free,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully soon i will put a new song into my mp3 and see the sky differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. O lord, please let the sky be blue tomorrow =) 24/08/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5629050790442341306?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5629050790442341306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5629050790442341306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5629050790442341306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5629050790442341306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-blue-sky.html' title='Blue blue sky'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-4696361842145937301</id><published>2009-08-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:25:33.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing</title><content type='html'>Wishing hard, very hard for something that is definitely impossible or almost impossible. Hoping that every dream is true and real. Wondering your real thoughts of life. Wishing you back every moment of life knowing you will never be back again...memories to feed the never lasting dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kau Ilhamku ~ MAMBAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beribu bintang dilangit&lt;br /&gt;Kini menghilang&lt;br /&gt;Meraba aku dalam kelam&lt;br /&gt;Rembulan mengambang&lt;br /&gt;Kini makin suram&lt;br /&gt;Pudar ilhamku tanpa arah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedetik wajahmu muncul&lt;br /&gt;Dalam diam&lt;br /&gt;Ada kerdipan ada sinar&lt;br /&gt;Itukah bintang ataupun rembulan&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih kuucapkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izinkan kumencuri bayangan wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;Izinkan ku mencuri khayalan denganmu&lt;br /&gt;Maafkanlah oh...&lt;br /&gt;Andai lagu ini&lt;br /&gt;Mengganggu ruangan hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;Kau senyumlah oh...&lt;br /&gt;Sekadar memori&lt;br /&gt;Kita di arena ini&lt;br /&gt;Kau ilhamku&lt;br /&gt;Kau ilhamku...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-2031479042664087556</id><published>2009-08-02T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:08:41.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Found.Loss.Hold.Release~</title><content type='html'>You found some,&lt;br /&gt;Grab some and scattered around,&lt;br /&gt;Decided on one and the one,&lt;br /&gt;Letting the one be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Giving everything to the one,&lt;br /&gt;Never saying good bye to it,&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lose some,&lt;br /&gt;Some fly too far you ignored,&lt;br /&gt;Too engross with the one,&lt;br /&gt;That you missed the one trying to go,&lt;br /&gt;Holding on so tightly to the one,&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the one,&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing the one is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Long gone far far away,&lt;br /&gt;Not a glimpse back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold some,&lt;br /&gt;You thought you hold some,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you do,&lt;br /&gt;But it's only you,&lt;br /&gt;Time to say good bye,&lt;br /&gt;One had move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You release one,&lt;br /&gt;Reluctance to lose the feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Cruel reality speaks today,&lt;br /&gt;Truth poured and should be known,&lt;br /&gt;Faced to faced is a must,&lt;br /&gt;For life belongs to no one but you,&lt;br /&gt;To love is not to own but to let go.&lt;br /&gt;To let go and see the one smile again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-2031479042664087556?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/2031479042664087556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-7199577910056449685</id><published>2009-05-26T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:58:45.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts</title><content type='html'>I just realized that sometimes in life, doing something is something that you cannot judge the worth. As much as you try to evaluate what is important and worth the effort and passion, you will never truly get the answer because everything doesn't just revolves around you. Sometimes you feel like perhaps giving up is the best answer because then you will be opened to the outside and free yourself to give yourself another chance. Again is it that easy to let go? to give up something so that you have judged as part of your life? But then what is the worth of fighting for it when in everything, effort doesn't just need to come from one side? Who cares? I am kind of tired of caring the details of life. May as well free my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-7199577910056449685?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/7199577910056449685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=7199577910056449685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/7199577910056449685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/7199577910056449685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2009/05/doubts.html' title='Doubts'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-6462312124601519544</id><published>2009-01-17T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:59:30.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5W &amp; 1 H</title><content type='html'>I asked why is why call why? And what is why when what itself dunno what is it? when will i get my what and why when what and why do not know when or where were what and why found? Who will ever solve this why, what, when and where puzzle? THE answer: Why ask what when i don't know how or who knows where is the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Why, what, when, where, who and how are simply what we used when all solutions are vagued and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as usual, another working day...life has been weird and still troublesome as ever simply because i view it that way but I am cool. I am still cool. I am learning to chill and sort of accept? I have been doing absolutely nothing. I work, watch tvb series, sleep and eat. Life seemed a little dull this way and yes i still think alot. That i supposed is one thing I can never change about myself. I even think while watching series. I think of the significance of the series but i still enjoyed myself ofc. Laughing and crying with its every moment though it is simply just a show was amazing in my opinion. Weird as it may seem, I love them. I feel and understand their emotions. I experienced their fun and all. That is the only way i can get some life out of a life of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-6462312124601519544?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/6462312124601519544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=6462312124601519544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/6462312124601519544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/6462312124601519544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2009/01/5w-1-h.html' title='5W &amp; 1 H'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-7900748287347713786</id><published>2009-01-10T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:04:02.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For once something real about my life</title><content type='html'>Today or in fact for many other days, i haven't been writing. I have yet to express my cold feelings. I do not know why or who am i most of the time to tell the world the truth. Do many people know who they are? Anyway, today is a boring day and you know why? Simply cause i am not working. I like it though...cause i owned the house for once...with no one but me only. I slept till late. I again waiting for things. I made bread again but it tasted bad...cause i refuse to use the recipe. I do not understand why i do not want to use the recipe but i suppose i hate to conform to what people ask me to do as much as they are right at times. Perhaps i can call it principle or stubborn? Either one, i shall change soon as one of my new year resolutions. I was reading a friend's blog. She wished for her mum's health to be good soon. I will pray for you too. And i am amazed with your dedication in improving your english. I should learn from you. Life should be viewed in a more confident and positive state. Anyway hope to see you online sometime Eva. Anyway tomorrow i will be working in the pharmacy. At the mean time, i should be sleeping. I should quit thinking for thoughts of many things are never good for life. Life should flow as a river. One cannot force the course of nature. They can choose to go west or east or north or south and no matter how hard one try to push a gushing river to another direction, they never will follow. Alright, probably i will write again tomorrow if i have the mood. All i do today was sleep, eat one meal, watch Maiden's Vow, Naruto, internet, msn, made bread and jelly (can't be eaten...new recipe...fail!) and sleeping soon again...no idea why...i just dun feel like sleeping...too much to feel but no where to express...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-7900748287347713786?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/7900748287347713786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=7900748287347713786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/7900748287347713786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/7900748287347713786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-once-something-real-about-my-life.html' title='For once something real about my life'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-1951214884903081818</id><published>2008-12-26T03:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:32:32.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow at the end of a storm</title><content type='html'>We have sunny days,&lt;br /&gt;We have rainy days,&lt;br /&gt;These days are like life,&lt;br /&gt;Where happy times and sad times exist,&lt;br /&gt;One can be afraid to face the warm light,&lt;br /&gt;Though it's warm,&lt;br /&gt;One is afraid because when it is off,&lt;br /&gt;One will have to go back to the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Should one avoid this light to avoid the ultimate torture?&lt;br /&gt;Or should one face this warmness, take it and face the risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend said,&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a weather,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sunny, sometimes wet,&lt;br /&gt;but after a rain,&lt;br /&gt;there will be a rainbow waiting at the end of a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should see life the way my friend sees it because that is what happiness is all about and I as a human is trying hard to see life that way yet all i wanted was the simple happy feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-1951214884903081818?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/1951214884903081818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=1951214884903081818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/1951214884903081818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/1951214884903081818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/12/rainbow-at-end-of-storm.html' title='Rainbow at the end of a storm'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5317884359257431715</id><published>2008-11-21T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:01:21.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message of Reminder</title><content type='html'>Hmm...not interested in writing a poem today...i was watching high school musical 2 just now on tv and it obviously not as good as the first one however i learned lots from it. Again i am thinking a lot when i should not be, considering it is a holiday, summer holiday but what can i say, always be alert to learn from whatever you get to aid in your future life and decision. In summary what i learned is to appreciate what is today, to love and miss what is today and not look too far to the future to the extent i forget what i am feeling now which is the most important instead of constantly hunting for the truth or deeper meaning. I truly wonder if i will actually adapt to this but i know this is a good message. Don't lose yourself in the midst of aiming for the highest, for your future. Don't doubt yourself or try to predict or want to be in control of your future because plan changes and when it changes, not even yourself can control because you can't control fate. I once learned that the failure to plan is the failure to life but recently i had also learned that the failure to accept changes in plan is the failure to yourself, to your life because plan changes. Well this is not an advice for the world because this is something i am writing down to remind myself about how much i am a thinker that sometimes ruined what is most precious because i fail to see today and only tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5317884359257431715?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5317884359257431715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5317884359257431715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5317884359257431715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5317884359257431715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/11/message-of-reminder.html' title='A Message of Reminder'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-8387317172954349164</id><published>2008-11-19T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:25:10.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindset</title><content type='html'>How do u feel when you are down for no apparent reason? when you're thinking too much when you shouldn't or even feeling restless despite the fact you are supposed to be calmed and happy. I do not know the answer to that but but i know i m feeling that for whatever reason...life is all about a piece / peace of mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-8387317172954349164?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/8387317172954349164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=8387317172954349164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/8387317172954349164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/8387317172954349164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/11/mindset.html' title='Mindset'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5415066202800448647</id><published>2008-11-12T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T03:23:19.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter buns making at midnite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SRq8O4hUGZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LVmAN2kFG8w/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SRq8O4hUGZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LVmAN2kFG8w/s200/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267729678039521682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In progress buns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SRq8OvUMc1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YJhcVKhhTaY/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SRq8OvUMc1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YJhcVKhhTaY/s200/DSC00116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267729675568575314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A plate of butter buns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SRq8OlVyoJI/AAAAAAAAACs/d2ZQ46I6uIY/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SRq8OlVyoJI/AAAAAAAAACs/d2ZQ46I6uIY/s200/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267729672890917010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buns?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SRq8OWmdk6I/AAAAAAAAACk/jLlf-J_mzsc/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SRq8OWmdk6I/AAAAAAAAACk/jLlf-J_mzsc/s200/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267729668934308770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My finger and the bun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made butter buns today. It didn't turn out as what i wanted but good enough considering my first time baking these things. I guess i was in a hurry to make it since its too late that it is not very fluffy as how buns should be cause i didn't allow it to stand long enough...lol...o well...ing ling since you're not here, i got to eat them all alone...sob sob*** i was bored and trying to finish the flour and also cause i watch Yakitate! n i was inspired to make it lol! Yun would so understand this. Miss you all...haih...all of you! Happy holidays! come back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5415066202800448647?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5415066202800448647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5415066202800448647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5415066202800448647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5415066202800448647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/11/butter-buns-making-at-midnite.html' title='Butter buns making at midnite...'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SRq8O4hUGZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LVmAN2kFG8w/s72-c/DSC00114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5634293512163338643</id><published>2008-11-04T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:47:36.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomisation ie understanding?</title><content type='html'>Songs sang with passion,&lt;br /&gt;Where people listen closely,&lt;br /&gt;Not just the ears that hear them,&lt;br /&gt;But the heart that felt them,&lt;br /&gt;What is the significant of a song?,&lt;br /&gt;We can ask and perhaps many answers will be out,&lt;br /&gt;But what is the true one?&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;Human's curosity can be so high sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;We fail to see the bigger picture,&lt;br /&gt;But is it so wrong to be curious?&lt;br /&gt;To want to know?&lt;br /&gt;What is life, hiding and seeing things so simply?&lt;br /&gt;Life is to be explored and understand,&lt;br /&gt;One shall not just see what one feel,&lt;br /&gt;But also what they see in others,&lt;br /&gt;How to put one feelings aside to feel others?&lt;br /&gt;Its not possible?...mankind be it selfish for it is a sin born with them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5634293512163338643?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5634293512163338643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5634293512163338643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5634293512163338643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5634293512163338643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomisation-ie-understanding.html' title='Randomisation ie understanding?'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-609983385561135003</id><published>2008-10-13T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:09:36.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>Everyday we think,&lt;br /&gt;Think of the angel,&lt;br /&gt;Think of the devil,&lt;br /&gt;We think so much that we kill our smiles,&lt;br /&gt;We think so critically that we ruin surprises,&lt;br /&gt;We think so judgementally that we scare friends away,&lt;br /&gt;We think so far that we fear to face,&lt;br /&gt;We think so deep, we read ones' minds&lt;br /&gt;We think so meaningfully that every word meant more than it should mean,&lt;br /&gt;We think so passionately that every emotions are overwhelmed,&lt;br /&gt;We think so logically that we dare not do a thing,&lt;br /&gt;We think so confidently that failure is not an option,&lt;br /&gt;We think others think like us,&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps we are wrong because it's just you that think of life this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Life is not perfect but you just got to accept what you can to feel the ultimate happiness, quit thinking and start enjoying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-609983385561135003?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/609983385561135003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=609983385561135003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/609983385561135003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/609983385561135003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/10/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-3615509843615035879</id><published>2008-10-01T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:26:04.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Risk vs Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.podcastshow.com/images/bryce/bryce_large/wheel_of_fate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.podcastshow.com/images/bryce/bryce_large/wheel_of_fate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.piperreport.com/archives/Images/Financial%20Risk%20-%20Dice%20-%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.piperreport.com/archives/Images/Financial%20Risk%20-%20Dice%20-%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have things in my mind that requires time to solve and yet i am here doubting every single thing in life. Does it need to be that complicated? I am sure that i am a clear person with a mind that sort things out pretty well and yet i still have thoughts lingering around me. Is this life where sometimes the worst decision is actually made because decisions are simply too difficult to make? I wondered if i will regret what i am about to do soon. Hopefully this is a pretty picture and not a dark and Grey one that i will tear for. No matter what, i am clear that i will only tear and never cry hard. It is life, things happen and things goes wrong but sometimes they are pretty. We just need to move on with the wave. Though it is tough and cold in the sea but as long as we have hopes, we know that the wave will one day float us to the right way. I understand that fire is dangerous and i am playing with fire which probably if i get burn, i blame no one but me and myself. A friend told me life is a risk, die doing it or regret through life. Perhaps this friend of mine is right. Another friend tell me that life is written as a fate, no matter how far you run or go, it will return to you if it is yours. So one is risk and one is fate? Which is right when they both contradicts? If fate is there, should i risk since it will be mine anyway or if risk matters then fate does not determine at all, it is the courage i have today. How come am i feeling so strongly about things? Is this the destiny that is leading me? or am i just being naive, daring enough to place my life to fate? One will soon put their very precious to fate's hand and at the same time take the risk of their life. This is what we call a bet. Letting go fate and taking risk. Good luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-3615509843615035879?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/3615509843615035879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=3615509843615035879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/3615509843615035879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/3615509843615035879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/10/risk-vs-fate.html' title='Risk vs Fate'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-8678705437225502117</id><published>2008-09-28T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T05:35:18.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SN92o1Ej41I/AAAAAAAAACc/Kbq3iLuQpOo/s1600-h/PB030199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SN92o1Ej41I/AAAAAAAAACc/Kbq3iLuQpOo/s200/PB030199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251046134350340946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't u think that is beautiful? I think so...i wish to go again. It is so peaceful n beautiful. It is picture like this that made life more meaningful. This picture is taken long ago at Tunnel beach. And till now the cool breeze can still be felt. Exams or finals as many says are coming. I hope i don't fail. I need a chance to see this again. I want to go here will an open heart, smiling with joy and not regrets and crushed soul. May things be smooth and may no one sees this. The inner spirit that is determine to fight is coming out soon. Hopefully that is enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. A sun rise to brighten the world but is afraid so it comes out slowly,&lt;br /&gt;     A sun sets to say good bye to the world, leaving reluctantly,&lt;br /&gt;     A heart rise slowly to say hello but is afraid to see what is coming,&lt;br /&gt;     A heart once crushed shall hide inside and stay for good,&lt;br /&gt;     A heart asked to open shall have doubts and fears,&lt;br /&gt;     Just as the sun, a person have inner feelings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-8678705437225502117?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/8678705437225502117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=8678705437225502117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5578911503161072478</id><published>2008-09-14T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T05:00:55.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mid-Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>Once a year people gather,&lt;br /&gt;Used to be the Chinese people,&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays everyone gather,&lt;br /&gt;Those who remember the day of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;One shall think i am silly to write this,&lt;br /&gt;But it is meaningful to those who understands,&lt;br /&gt;The Mid-Autumn Festival,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing fancy, nothing big,&lt;br /&gt;Just some cakes that looks like moon,&lt;br /&gt;With some lantern that lit the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Those with tales shall laugh with it,&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't shall joke around,&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Autumn Feast is more than those,&lt;br /&gt;It is the company,&lt;br /&gt;It is the laughter,&lt;br /&gt;It is the friendship,&lt;br /&gt;That we cherished most at times like this...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. dedicated to Ingling who wanted a poem for the mid autumn festival...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5578911503161072478?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5578911503161072478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5578911503161072478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5578911503161072478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5578911503161072478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/09/mid-autumn-festival.html' title='The Mid-Autumn Festival'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-8010972211822745339</id><published>2008-09-10T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:14:06.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born for a reason?</title><content type='html'>I can't study,&lt;br /&gt;I can't focus,&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my passion,&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I can't see my heart smiling,&lt;br /&gt;I can't see myself satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see myself hate,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see life too deep,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be selfish,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want many things in life,&lt;br /&gt;As oppose to many people want too much for their life,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is special,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is born for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;Am i lying to myself to make it feels like i have a purpose?,&lt;br /&gt;Do one have a purpose?,&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose?,&lt;br /&gt;One can search, one can sacrifice but one can never understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-8010972211822745339?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/8010972211822745339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=8010972211822745339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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exist in some and merely a word to others,&lt;br /&gt;Fall can be such a fearful word to some but encouragement to others,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SMHq9_kfokI/AAAAAAAAACU/lAc8Gv4AkLo/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SMHq9_kfokI/AAAAAAAAACU/lAc8Gv4AkLo/s200/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242729791993389634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can be fragile to some but tough to others,&lt;br /&gt;Hopes can be build by some but destroy by others,&lt;br /&gt;Confidence is merely a word made to encourage,&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement is just a courage made out forcefully,&lt;br /&gt;Courage is nothing more than a determine heart,&lt;br /&gt;Determination decides how far one run,&lt;br /&gt;Still judgment is the decider&lt;br /&gt;But you're still you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-3700773315641881669?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/3700773315641881669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=3700773315641881669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/3700773315641881669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/3700773315641881669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-still-you.html' title='You&apos;re still you'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SMHq9_kfokI/AAAAAAAAACU/lAc8Gv4AkLo/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-7113098812813380538</id><published>2008-08-21T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:01:13.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.negotiationlawblog.com/why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.negotiationlawblog.com/why.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4703442716293925794"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4703442716293925794" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky today black?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I wasted all my time walking around today?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so angry at life?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so emotional?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so sad?&lt;br /&gt;Why is everything is a mess?&lt;br /&gt;Why did i keep writing?&lt;br /&gt;Why did i keep asking why?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't i understand what i am feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i lost?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i not reasonable?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the road so hard to walk?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the fastest man today happy?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the victims' family of the Spain plane crash sad?&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so many problems in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i feeling empty?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i lonely when i shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so many doubts?&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so many questions?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i thinking so deep?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so tangled?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i straighten up?&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;WHY ASK WHEN NO ONE WILL TELL YOU THE ANSWER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. No one shall depend upon no one , for everyone is born with whys and will never get an answer from no one but oneself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-7113098812813380538?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/7113098812813380538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=7113098812813380538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/7113098812813380538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/7113098812813380538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5761742954060411702</id><published>2008-08-19T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T05:20:38.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light of hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SKq6QwSp-BI/AAAAAAAAACA/Yd-v92ib2pg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SKq6QwSp-BI/AAAAAAAAACA/Yd-v92ib2pg/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236202313775446034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile is simple sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is all about the stories,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction appears from understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Life is as simple as what eyes see,&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are a mix of feelings,&lt;br /&gt;How you feel is just how you see life,&lt;br /&gt;One shall not express too openly,&lt;br /&gt;Yet one shall not be alone,&lt;br /&gt;Do not be too cold yet warm,&lt;br /&gt;Life shall be seen as it is,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is another day,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is a memory,&lt;br /&gt;Today is a treasure,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Love yourself more than anyone else but care for others with a whole heart. Life is all about light of hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5761742954060411702?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5761742954060411702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5761742954060411702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5761742954060411702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5761742954060411702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/08/light-of-hope.html' title='Light of hope'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SKq6QwSp-BI/AAAAAAAAACA/Yd-v92ib2pg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-2799323956007774356</id><published>2008-08-07T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:12:40.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wkozak.com/Colour%20Drawings%20GIF/Heart%20Breaking72.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.wkozak.com/Colour%20Drawings%20GIF/Heart%20Breaking72.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such sweet sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be warm and yet cold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can live or die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can fires or fades,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be such nuisance yet needing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be such importance yet nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love exist in such a way that it can be simple yet complicated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is something we yearn yet we reject,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love can be something we regret and yet grateful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love creates memories we love and hate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is something special in each ones heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is love to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-2799323956007774356?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/2799323956007774356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=2799323956007774356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/2799323956007774356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/2799323956007774356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-510905469794090987</id><published>2008-07-30T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:19:10.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love is such sweet sorrow. The taste of honey as you first sip on it and the taste of bile when you taste the last drop. Love can be complicated and simple at the same time. Which way do you want to view it or should i say taste it? Sacrifice is love? Or am i wrong to say that? Is love just fun and enjoyments of the company of two people who never sincerely felt warm or cared for each other? Life can be such brutal statement at times. You tried hard to feel nothing but nothing is worse than something. What is nothing and what is something? Would feeling something makes one more alert? Or is it just a feeling of nothingness eventually? Life is all about confusions and cruel reality. We refused to see the truth even when those lies will eventually come back to you to slap you back to reality. How painful reality is and how confused one lies within truths and lies. Would one tell the truth even when truth hurts? Will one cry even when tears aren't worthy? Will one smile even when the whole world is frowning? How should one person act to face the cruel reality and brutal statements of society. Human judges. Human expects. Human wishes. Human hopes. Human wants. Human asks. The world is judgmental and do you know how this word comes about? From Judge and mental which means judging people is such a mental constrain to those judged. Ranting about life and love is such waste of time. Love is never pure and sacred in this world. People will never see love as such an importance and those who are blinded shall feel the sweet sorrow of love. Sorrow comes after sweet. Trust love? Up to you to see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-510905469794090987?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/510905469794090987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=510905469794090987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/510905469794090987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/510905469794090987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-7243790580849589221</id><published>2008-06-18T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:22:29.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 TRUTHs ABOUT MONEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SFjFEQEln_I/AAAAAAAAABY/VbnZBVfQAVA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) Money is hard to find but easy to spend&lt;br /&gt;2) Money makes people smile (when you found free money) &amp;amp; cry (when you get rob)&lt;br /&gt;3) Money is everyone's dream and everyone's problem&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SFjFRLq5LQI/AAAAAAAAABo/TT8bASKgMUg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SFjFRLq5LQI/AAAAAAAAABo/TT8bASKgMUg/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213133467662494978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Money can look like that $ or like that = S&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OEM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Money can change people's attitude&lt;br /&gt;6) Money can be used to scare people or help people&lt;br /&gt;7) Money is can be a joke (use to prank others) or serious matter (I don't need to explain do i?)&lt;br /&gt;8) Money is why people fight (fight because you want more) and love (common interest)&lt;br /&gt;9) Money is never enough for anybody in the world but everybody will tell you money is not everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10) Money is not everything but everything cost money&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SFjFEVBVoXI/AAAAAAAAABg/2OdbluSKcl4/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SFjFEVBVoXI/AAAAAAAAABg/2OdbluSKcl4/s320/money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213133246834254194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-7243790580849589221?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/7243790580849589221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=7243790580849589221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/7243790580849589221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/7243790580849589221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-truths-about-money.html' title='10 TRUTHs ABOUT MONEY'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SFjFRLq5LQI/AAAAAAAAABo/TT8bASKgMUg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-4447620657241860089</id><published>2008-06-14T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:00:58.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom chattering!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SFOkzM2UgXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GIowa5-oiPE/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SFOkzM2UgXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GIowa5-oiPE/s320/Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211690393327141234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is exam period, you would die to have a break and do nothing. When it is holiday, you are also bored and you want something to do. Now you get a job and you say you are bored in the night. Why? Simply cause you await for that one message to take your boredom away and yet you can't find it. It is the nature of us being human to feel bored easily and to complain. No matter how satisfied you are with life, you will always have something that bugs you even if it doesn't really affect your life what so ever. Believe it or not, we tend to take things for granted. We think that the world owe us that we can just do nothing and wish for things to happen but that is not the case. When we have something, we will complain and try to push it away, giving 3 million excuses saying how bad it is. When we lose it, then we cry. We want it bad. We beg to get it. We pray we are given it. We hope they come to us but do anybody actually care then? Only those who truly love you will but those you neglect countless times will one day leave and never return because that is the reality of the world. They go to someone better with more love and attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-4447620657241860089?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/4447620657241860089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=4447620657241860089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/4447620657241860089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/4447620657241860089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/06/boredom-chattering.html' title='Boredom chattering!'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SFOkzM2UgXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GIowa5-oiPE/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-6473113855789056890</id><published>2008-06-08T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:52:25.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel as you listen to the unknown?</title><content type='html'>Can one feel when they close their eyes as wind gently blow pass them? Is it such a miracle when great unexpected things happen? Is as human we tend to see things passively? Or too positively? Which way are we heading? What can our feeling do to us as we listen to the unknown? Unknown could be anything, anything that gives u a feeling. One shall not fear if they feel no more. It simply means the deeper side of things are unseen. But those unseen things probably make life simpler. Life can be complicated when viewed in such a discrete way. Despite all the complication, having feelings of fear, hatred, angst, love, passion, sorrows or even confusion are part of life that made life meaningful. We live for a reason and die without a reason. Understanding is merely just an illusion but feeling is what the heart tells us deep from within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-6473113855789056890?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/6473113855789056890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=6473113855789056890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/6473113855789056890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/6473113855789056890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/06/feel-as-you-listen-to-unknown.html' title='Feel as you listen to the unknown?'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-5045736538367916753</id><published>2008-06-06T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:09:08.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoJh7A7byI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_X0xDJKEV2I/s1600-h/book_sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoJh7A7byI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_X0xDJKEV2I/s320/book_sale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208986397389319970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is still one of those days where exam rules and caffeine takes over you. For some reason I tend to feel better with coffee being the one that write my exam. Again I am not a fan of coffee. In fact i hate. I am just drinking it cause i feel smarter with it or at least i study and write much faster. My mind is still filled with the anime story and i am still kind of obsessed with it. I wished exam was over and i can finally forget about it but i can't and still stuck with it. Perhaps i should return to my studies or should i resume into a new anime? I want to draw them and in fact read the manga or recreated a new plot entirely with a better ending. I am too ambitious in that and i should really focus on what i am doing which i am not really enjoying really.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoJuo2_16I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-icZDJdQ_kg/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoJuo2_16I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-icZDJdQ_kg/s320/coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208986615854127010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well who cares. In whatever we do we should try our best! And exam stress is not a good thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-5045736538367916753?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/5045736538367916753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=5045736538367916753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5045736538367916753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/5045736538367916753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/06/exam.html' title='Exam!'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoJh7A7byI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_X0xDJKEV2I/s72-c/book_sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703442716293925794.post-4518749584380663166</id><published>2008-06-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:47:39.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Cross Lovers: Romeo x Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEiLeZYKMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jq6uDu1_fz4/s1600-h/theme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEiLeZYKMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jq6uDu1_fz4/s320/theme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208566323378532370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star_Cross_Lovers. I got this name from the anime Romeo X Juliet and it is a beautifully anime which tells us the story of true love and the insignificance of life without sacrifice. Personally I enjoyed the whole series despite what others said about it being boring or slow. It is how you see the anime that gives you the satisfaction. The plot wasn't boring at all. Maybe at times, it seemed almost cheeky or surreal but it is fantasy. I believe when Gonzo was writing this, he sticked to the idea of true love, conflict and tragedy based mainly on Shakespeare's original version. Gonzo changed the plot drastically and perhaps even gone a mile further to make Shakespeare's idea come to life. I think Gonzo made this anime well and the emotions by the characters seemed so real and i loved how i can read them even though they are not human. I once hated to watch anime but th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEiLd5YKL_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/qMqAko5Nzio/s1600-h/r+x+j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEiLd5YKL_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/qMqAko5Nzio/s320/r+x+j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208566314788597746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en i realised how much i can actually feel the emotions from them, probably even more realistic than the actual feeling from a real person. I love how Romeo first met Juliet and how Juliet is no longer weak but a strong heroic warrior. I love how Romeo fight to make the world they dreamed of and despite all objections and punishment upon him, he always manage to move on based solely on the love they had for each other. I love the idea of how a simple flower, Iris can remind Romeo and Juliet of their love. I love how Romeo will fight and in fact kill Juliet to take her burden and sin upon himself. In my opinion, it is easy to die for the one you love but it is never easy to hurt the one you love.  I absolutely love how Romeo died in Juliet arms and his last words to her. It is touching to see the exchanged of emotions between them and the chance for them to actually say good bye to each other. The good quality of the anime really brings life to the characters not to mention the theme song Inori You Raise Me up gives the complete touch to it. This anime may have a simple idea and at times some random scene that ruined the anime but the love between the star cross lovers bring life to it and create the true meaning of love we can no longer see in this world which is symbolized by the death of the Escalus. Gonzo tells us not only the main theme of love, betrayal and sacrifice but also the deeper meaning that one day humans' sins will destroy the world unless we learn to love them because those who actually want to sacrifice themselves to save the world are only the few &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEiLeJYKMAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ux28L8pUUWM/s1600-h/%5Bsmall%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Romeo-x-Juliet_miky23%281.33%29__THISRES__69200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEiLeJYKMAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ux28L8pUUWM/s320/%5Bsmall%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Romeo-x-Juliet_miky23%281.33%29__THISRES__69200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208566319083565058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Juliet in this case) while the leaders are corrupted by sins (Grand Duke) and people who will follows orders despite right or wrong because of power (Mercutio) and good fighters who wants to fight but barely have the power to (Romeo) and innocent people who suffers the fate from the conflicts created. Romeo X Juliet is definitely an anime worth watching for those who actually want to see a deeper meaning in a simple anime and for people who just want a simple romantic anime that brings emotions to life. The star cross lovers is a symbol of everlasting stars upon the sky that will shine brightly for each other in life or death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703442716293925794-4518749584380663166?l=charmed881.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/feeds/4518749584380663166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703442716293925794&amp;postID=4518749584380663166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/4518749584380663166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703442716293925794/posts/default/4518749584380663166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmed881.blogspot.com/2008/06/star-cross-lovers-romeo-x-juliet.html' title='Star Cross Lovers: Romeo x Juliet'/><author><name>Charmed881</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011517093880612472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEoK8_TFTeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpX-X26BWh4/S220/pon+n+zi+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TZmVKygcPPM/SEiLeZYKMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jq6uDu1_fz4/s72-c/theme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
