<?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-6037072320693976127</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:31:29.944+08:00</updated><category term='Voices in my head'/><title type='text'>Phart-it-all-out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-7761087779184261698</id><published>2010-01-13T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:45:21.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There're things i wanna tell you but i cant. Dont know when or how i have fallen for you. You're a rather charming person, mysterious always. I like you for you're true to yourself, never hiding who you truly are or at least that's how I feel about you. You're pretty interesting, mysterious and yet true to yourself, haha. You're the only guy thus far that makes me believe that long distance relationship is possible. Maybe you gave an outlook that you're stable and matured. I dont know how you feel about me but I hope that you'll be able to find your better half and lead a happy life one day. Even though I tell you how I feel now I dont think it's the wisest thing to do for I'm leaving and I dont know where life will take me to. I cant ask you to wait here for me. And what if it's just me who feels this way for you? I'm afraid I'll lose you as a friend. It's just too risky. So things should just go on as it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-7761087779184261698?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/7761087779184261698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=7761087779184261698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/7761087779184261698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/7761087779184261698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-6411787099212725266</id><published>2010-01-13T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:29:37.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yvonne dearest, you came into my life when I needed someone the most without you realising. Thank you for hearing me out all this time. You're remarkably a wonderful friend, I hope that you will be able to find your true, sincere and honest life partner. I hope that no matter what happens, you, Li Ping and Sim Ee will always remain as best friends. It's not easy to find friends that can stay on with another for so long. No matter how busy your lives gonna be, dont ever forget them. I know you won't because I see in you that you treasure this friendship a lot. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish you well in everything&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-6411787099212725266?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6411787099212725266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=6411787099212725266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/6411787099212725266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/6411787099212725266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-8149796110725755570</id><published>2010-01-13T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:21:24.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another phase in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am feeling so distant from you gals lately. Both of you are in a totally different league now, with a partner and great career life, we have not been hanging out as much as before (sounding like a whiner). I understand how busy your lives can be and I'm truly happy that things are going your way. Now that I'll going away for 10 months and maybe more, I don't know how our friendship will be, will it be as strong as before? Going abroad means starting a new life, I really hope that you gals will be there for me to give me the encouragement I will need, would you? I am starting to doubt it because even when we're here you gals are so impossible to reach. Have you ever stop in your busy life and ask how am I?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kitti: I am so happy that you got married and leading a blissful life. You've been a great friend, always there when I needed you. However at this point of time, your new life have taken a more important note. I wish you all the best and may things change for the better for both of us again later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pei Hwa: Can't believe it had been more than a decade I have known you. It's truly my blessing to have you as my best pal. Always the logical and practical one. Haha I can't believe that I would be able to see you 'manja-ing' with Kai Yuan, but it's nice to see the softer side of you. Even though I don't know how your relationship with him have been but I hope that things will work out for the both of you. As for your career, I see you're soaring up and above; that's great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No matter how busy life will be for you I hope you'll take care of yourselves and not drown yourselves in work. I feel sidelined for not being able to be part of your lives, this decision of going abroad will definitely be my greatest leap of finding my life and going my own way. We have reached our crossroads, you gals trudged ahead in the junctions you chose long time ago, and now I have chosen mine and from here I'll go on on my own; till once again we meet again and continue our lives in parallel. No matter where life brings me to, you both will always have a place in my heart. Like the saying, 'rather be faraway but near in the heart than to be faraway even near'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the best in your lives! Love you always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-8149796110725755570?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8149796110725755570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=8149796110725755570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8149796110725755570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8149796110725755570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-phase-in-life.html' title='Just another phase in life'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-440139223961205225</id><published>2009-06-28T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:41:15.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Major Accident</title><content type='html'>It's been a week plus since it happened. Narrow escape I would say (in part thanks to the driver's quick but not so quick response). Oh yes it's good news that I wasn't hurt but the experience scared the life off me. I know that by me not getting hurt is more important but then all I wanted was someone to care for me and not tell me that it's normal and everything's gonna be fine. Obviously I know that but I felt extremely fragile despite the defensive angry mode I put out. The image of the car coming towards me stayed in my mind all the time. I get the chill whenever there are cars coming fast on the opposite direction or a car that's way too near me now. At the moment of the accident, I was frightened and I wish that the one that walked away was there. Why so I asked myself...I don't know. I guessed I needed someone to comfort me, someone to hug me and assure me that I'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To all drivers and future drivers out there-Be responsible of your live and the lives of each and every road users' whenever you're at the driver's seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-440139223961205225?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/440139223961205225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=440139223961205225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/440139223961205225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/440139223961205225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-major-accident.html' title='1st Major Accident'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-8823903980509339408</id><published>2009-06-28T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:24:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>Have I made myself invinsible or have I been like this all this while? Why do I get the feeling of being left out in conversations among friends and family? Am I a tough person to talk to? Am I an attention seeker? Who am I? Am I too proud of myself? Did I put myself on a pedestal that I build myself? Am I too self absorbed? Who am I? Why am I having all this doubts? Am I losing myself? Who am I? Who am I? =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-8823903980509339408?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8823903980509339408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=8823903980509339408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8823903980509339408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8823903980509339408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-868794289531370192</id><published>2009-06-28T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:25:09.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I OK?</title><content type='html'>25 years old and I am not sure where is my life heading to, is it normal? Working but on contract, besides friends and family what else do I really own? Nothing. No someone to come back to, no place to call my own, yikes. Blessed as I am sometimes it's tough. Am I gonna achieve something in my life? Will I be proud when I look back when I'm in my eighties? So many questions, so many doubts. Who can answer? Or guide me in finding my life? I am tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-868794289531370192?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/868794289531370192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=868794289531370192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/868794289531370192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/868794289531370192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-ok.html' title='Am I OK?'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-8551444522593550939</id><published>2009-04-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:47:59.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Many of us go to the clubs for very different reasons. Loud thumping music, booze, dances in the name to release stress. Personally I don’t really enjoy going to clubs, I prefer spending time at lounges or pubs because at these places I can just sit and maybe chat without being pulled and tortured to dance. Moving your body to the music is not the kind of dancing that I do. Yes I love dancing but being a classical ballet learner I simply don’t agree in dancing in clubs. So what’s the reason for me going to the clubs? Simple, I am there for the music and (controlled) booze. I don’t agree in damaging my precious liver for a few hours of craziness. I admire those who can sway and gyrate to the music played in clubs but I hope you can understand that I am different. If I feel comfortable standing or sitting by the table, do let me. Please don’t drag me to the dance floor or push a few more drinks in me so that I can relax. It won’t work. Call me stubborn, call me party pooper, I don’t care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-8551444522593550939?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8551444522593550939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=8551444522593550939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8551444522593550939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8551444522593550939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2009/04/clubs.html' title='Clubs'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-8049671608317595680</id><published>2009-04-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:46:17.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony no more?</title><content type='html'>I used to think that I am blessed with a harmonious family. Unfortunately this picture has gone ugly in recent years more so after the departure of my beloved grandma. Tempers are flaring, misunderstandings that leads to unnecessary arguments are doubling, misunderstood actions, tension is everywhere. Mum commented yesterday, “We’re all now wearing a mask in front of one another.” Can’t agree more. Why are we being like this to our own family? Why all the unnecessary arguments? And between their spouses too? Can’t they sit down and discuss calmly what’s in their mind like an adult should? When all these complaints going to stop? Mum have been their indirect complaint centre, indirectly being stressed (already she worries about the slightest thing) and indirectly affects us the children. I understand that all these are beyond my intervention and I should at all time respect my elders, but I can’t bring myself to respect these nonsensical complaints and behaviour anymore. Please do spare us from this torture, be an adult, smooth it out yourself. &lt;strong&gt;GROW UP ALREADY! ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-8049671608317595680?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8049671608317595680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=8049671608317595680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8049671608317595680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8049671608317595680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2009/04/harmony-no-more.html' title='Harmony no more?'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-1619154745796519544</id><published>2009-04-11T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:45:22.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Strangely my dad has been commenting about my social life. Truly I have been spending more time indoor, in the comfort and safety of my cocoon more often these past few years comparatively. Guessed it is part of growing up. I used to spend lots of time hanging out with friends until the wee mornings. But as all of us grow up we have our own life to attend too. Our career is starting to take shape hence more time is being spend here. I’m blessed with a job that does not require me to work overtime or to bring home work unlike most of my friends. Besides we have our own family to be with too. As for those who are attached they will spend more time with their other halves. Being single is not fun all the time. I miss being with someone- talking, sharing, laughing, loving. I miss those hugs and sweet nothings. At times like this I could only relive past memories. I do envy friends who are happily attached and singles that are happy being single. I used to feel that being single is great but at this moment a part of me is missing. Staying happy and single all the time is not so easy after all. My soul is craving for warm happy moments again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-1619154745796519544?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1619154745796519544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=1619154745796519544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/1619154745796519544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/1619154745796519544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2009/04/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-8020374117072841189</id><published>2009-04-11T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:43:27.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have I changed? Have you changed? Or is it my perception? Recently things aren’t going smoothly as usual. We don’t talk as openly as before. There seem to be something hidden- something when spoken it will hurt us. Is it true or am I thinking too much? I wish we could go back to those happier and freer times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-8020374117072841189?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8020374117072841189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=8020374117072841189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8020374117072841189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8020374117072841189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-1152177647324652499</id><published>2009-03-14T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:43:24.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time flies by really fast these days whether you're busy with work or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-1152177647324652499?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1152177647324652499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=1152177647324652499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/1152177647324652499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/1152177647324652499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-5255435186767469911</id><published>2008-12-06T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:51:18.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil, selfish me</title><content type='html'>I did it again.....what's wrong with me? I would love to fall in love again but the fear of getting hurt yet again is too daunting. I'm truly sorry if my actions had let you on and I'm sorry for breaking your heart. Please forgive me. I know very well that we'll be different from now on, I can't blame anyone, it's my own doings, I feel so stupid. But some say in love there's no right or wrong, no black no white. Dear Lord, please help me to handle these situations better the next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-5255435186767469911?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5255435186767469911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=5255435186767469911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/5255435186767469911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/5255435186767469911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/12/evil-selfish-me.html' title='Evil, selfish me'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-662115809249477174</id><published>2008-11-22T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:28:23.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's different</title><content type='html'>It had been 4 months since I left Research Laboratory 3, Level 3 of Monash University. Throughout my Honours year in this lab, many events had taken place. I missed the people in this lab- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Angela, Mei Zhen, Ice, Iris, Chien Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- many of us have left and our seats have been replaced by new people whom I don't share as much time as I had with these 5 girls. I miss these times- mahjong, swimming, karaoke, dinners, lunches etc.  There were events where I had been having with the new girls, they are nice people but I feel awkward for the atmosphere and conversation now is different. They are engaged with their little little conversations which I don't understand for I have left. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Lab 3 has a new life &lt;/span&gt;which I am not part of anymore. Sad but this is life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;everyone has to move forward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-662115809249477174?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/662115809249477174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=662115809249477174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/662115809249477174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/662115809249477174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-different.html' title='It&apos;s different'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-9172164850245385084</id><published>2008-11-22T22:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:13:02.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just simply adore &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;old couples who still hold each others hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, just like when they were young and deeply in love. I find them really sweet and so loving. I hope I will find my other half and be able to hold his hands till we're old. I wish I could find someone whom I could fall in love with everyday (and vice-versa).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;brightens anyones day, no matter from whom. I love to see the smiles of loved ones, babies and children. I love to hear their laughters. This simple gesture fills one heart to the brim with happiness and blessings. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SMILE and the world SMILES with you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not much of a talker, never the one to start a conversation. To some and especially to new friends, I could be a boring person. But I love talking. I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;truly thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for I was blessed with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;2 girlfriends&lt;/span&gt; whom I enjoyed talking to without holding back my thoughts and feelings. Once I had a close guy friend whom I could chat with for hours, I lost him for quite sometime but I know that one day we will be able to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;chat again just like before&lt;/span&gt;. We are now busy building our own career and personal life, but whenever there's a chance to sit and chill, I treasure these moments no doubt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am loving each day, each new day is full of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;adventures and treasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yet to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-9172164850245385084?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/9172164850245385084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=9172164850245385084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/9172164850245385084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/9172164850245385084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoration.html' title='Adoration'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-6857312003039387069</id><published>2008-11-22T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:49:58.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>I love egg tarts and I have tried from several places- HK's John King (Pavilion); Canton-i; mini egg tarts from a coffee shop along jln imbi; and Tong Kee Brothers. No doubt egg tarts from each of these confectioneries are tasty and special in their way, but I still love the egg tarts from Tong Kee, for their egg tarts are really delicious and maybe because of nostalgic reasons. My late paternal grand dad whom we called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yeh Yeh'&lt;/span&gt;, used to buy these lovely delicacy for us kids whenever he goes to town, even when he was in his 70's. Every time I get a bite of it memories of my beloved &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeh Yeh&lt;/span&gt; comes back. He went back to the Lord for a decade now, but I still feel him here, by us all the time. I used to make &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeh Yeh&lt;/span&gt; proud because I could complete a jigsaw puzzle all by myself when I was 3 or 4 and when I excelled in my studies, I hope I'm still making him proud today. Not only him, I hope I'm still making my paternal grand mum (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;MaMa&lt;/span&gt;) and maternal grand dad (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GongGong&lt;/span&gt;) proud today and always. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my family are proud of me even though I could not be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-6857312003039387069?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6857312003039387069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=6857312003039387069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/6857312003039387069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/6857312003039387069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/11/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-6440783683596201750</id><published>2008-09-20T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:02:32.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barefoot Interview- almost</title><content type='html'>What an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; day! Had a 2nd interview at THONEH- I sure hope I'll be employed! One word of caution: Do not, i repeat- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ever wear shoes that have been kept untouched for almost a year to anywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a change of shoes to match my outfit, I went off for the scheduled interview. However, as I was walking from the parking area (open parking lot- about 2-3 minutes walk), &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;my right heels came OFF.&lt;/span&gt;..OMG! I was trying to keep it intact but to no avail, after a few struggling steps, I decided to snap it off. So here I was due for an the interview and almost barefooted, I made my way to the HR dept, went through the interview and finally threw the shoes away right after - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Bye Bye Shoes :(&lt;/span&gt; There were few other interviewees.....my goodness I dare not think what was they thinking about my very, indeed very peculiar dressing. I hope the interviewers didn't notice the disaster! I walked &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;barefoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the hospital lobby (thank God, the crowd wasn't that big or maybe on the hindsight it should be busier, at least I could get off without being noticed) back to my car on hot pavements. Was practically running but then the pavement is stony and hot. End up having painful soles now....what a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-6440783683596201750?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6440783683596201750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=6440783683596201750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/6440783683596201750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/6440783683596201750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/09/barefoot-interview-almost.html' title='Barefoot Interview- almost'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-482836713787282932</id><published>2008-09-07T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:43:02.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;enough money within her control to move out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;wants to see her in an hour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;a youth she's content to leave behind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;retelling it in her old age.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;one friend who always makes her laugh ... and one  who lets her  cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;and a recipe for a meal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;that will make her guests feel honored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;a feeling of control over her destiny... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;how to fall in love without losing herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;how to quit a job,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;break up with a lover, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;and confront a friend without;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;ruining the friendship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;that she can't change the length of her calves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;what she would  and wouldn't do for love or more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;whom she can trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;whom she can't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;and why she shouldn't take it personally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;where to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;be it to her best friend's kitchen table...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;or a charming inn in the woods... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;when her soul needs soothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;what she can and can't accomplish in a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;a month...and a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful poem for every woman. I'm sure you would have received it from someone. The POWER to become a woman in this world is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-482836713787282932?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/482836713787282932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=482836713787282932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/482836713787282932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/482836713787282932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-woman.html' title='Every Woman'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-4955565737325854857</id><published>2008-09-02T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:44:00.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;FINDING AND KEEPING A LIFE PARTNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Dov Heller, M.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;When it comes to making the decision about choosing a life partner, no one wants to make a mistake. Yet, with a divorce rate of close to 50%, it appears that many are making serious mistakes in their approach to finding Mr./Miss. Right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If you ask most couples who are engaged why they're getting married, they'll say: 'We're in love'; I believe this is the ..1 mistake people make when they date. Choosing a life partner should never be based on love. Though this may sound 'not politically correct', there's a profound truth here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Love is not the basis for getting married. Rather, love is the result of a good marriage. When the other ingredients are right, then the love will come. Let me say it again: 'You can't build a lifetime relationship on love alone'; You need a lot more!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Here are five questions you must ask yourself if you're serious about finding and keeping a life partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;QUESTION ..1: Do we share a common life purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so important? Let me put it this way: If you're married for 20 or 30 years, that's a long time to live with someone. What do you plan to do with each other all that time? Travel, eat and jog together?&lt;br /&gt;You need to share something deeper and more meaningful. You need a common life purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things can happen in a marriage: (1) You can grow together, or (2)you can grow apart. 50% of the people out there are growing apart.&lt;br /&gt;To make a marriage work, you need to know what you want out of life!&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line; marry  someone who wants the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;QUESTION ..2: Do I feel safe expressing my feelings and thoughts with this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question goes to the core of the quality of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling safe means you can communicate openly with this person. The basis of having good communication is trust â€' i.e. trust that I won't get 'punished'; or hurt for expressing my honest thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;A colleague of mine defines an abusive person as someone with whom you feel afraid to express your thoughts and feelings. Be honest with yourself on this one. Make sure you feel emotionally safe with the person you plan to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;QUESTION ..3: Is he/she a mensch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mensch is someone who is a refined and sensitive person. How can you test? Here are some suggestions. Do they work on personal growth on a regular basis? Are they serious about improving themselves? A teacher of mine defines a good person as 'someone who is always striving to be good and do the right ';. So ask about your significant other: What do they do with their time? Is this person materialistic? Usually a materialistic person is not someone whose top priority is character refinement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are essentially two types of people in the world: (1) People who are dedicated to personal growth and (2) people who are dedicated to seeking comfort. Someone whose goal in life is to be comfortable will put personal comfort ahead of doing the right thing. You need to know that before walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;QUESTION ..4: How does he/she treat other people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one most important thing that makes any relationship work is the ability to give. By giving, we mean the ability to give another person pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask: Is this someone who enjoys giving pleasure to others or are they wrapped up in themselves and selfâ€' absorbed?&lt;br /&gt;To measure this, think about the following: How do they treat people whom they do not have to be nice to, such as waiters, bus boys, taxi drivers, etc.. How do they treat their parents and siblings? Do they have gratitude and appreciation?&lt;br /&gt;If they don't have gratitude for the people who have given them everything; can you do nearly as much for them? You can be sure that someone, who treats others poorly, will eventually treat you poorly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;QUESTION ..5: Is there anything I'm hoping to change about this person after we're married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people make the mistake of marrying someone with the intention of trying to 'improve'; them after they're married. As a colleague of mine puts it: 'You can probably expect someone to change after marriage for the worse' If you cannot fully accept this person the way they are now, then you are not ready to marry them.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, dating doesn't have to be difficult and treacherous.&lt;br /&gt;The key is to try leading a little more with your head and less with your heart. It pays to be as objective as possible when you are dating; to be sure to ask questions that will help you get to the key issues.&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is a great feeling, but when you wake up with a ring on your finger, you don't want to find yourself trouble because you didn't do your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another perspective...&lt;br /&gt;There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you let go of or at least minimize your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not going anywhere relationships. Observe the relationships around you.&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention...Which ones lift and which ones lean?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones encourage and which ones discourage?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones are on a path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill?&lt;br /&gt;When you leave certain people do you feel better or feel worse?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones don't appreciate you?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones make you feel good, praises you, boosts you with  loving and caring words or annotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and truth around you...the easier it will become for you to decide who gets to sit in the front row and who should be moved to the balcony of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An African proverb states, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye'&lt;/span&gt;; Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low selfâ€'esteem make you blind to warning signs. Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults aren't really that important.&lt;br /&gt;Do you bring out the best in each other?&lt;br /&gt;Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare and control?&lt;br /&gt;What do you bring to the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain?&lt;br /&gt;You  can't take someone to the altar to alter them. You can't make someone love you or make someone stay.&lt;br /&gt;If you develop self esteem, spiritual discernment, and 'a life'; you won't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness or responsible for your pain. Seeking status, sex, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT KEEPS A RELATIONSHIP STRONG IS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. COMMUNICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3. INTIMACY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. A SENSE OF HUMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5. SHARING TASKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6. DAILY EXCHANGES (meal, shared activity, hug, call, touch, notes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7. SHARING COMMON GOALS AND INTERESTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8. GIVING EACH OTHER SPACE TO GROW WITHOUT FEELING INSECURE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;9.GIVING EACH OTHER A SENSE OF BELONGING AND ASSURANCES OF COMMITMENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;10. CONCERN AND CARE FOR YOUR LOVER IN YOUR OWN WAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment withdrawal, abuse, neglect, and dishonesty; and pain will replace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-4955565737325854857?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4955565737325854857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=4955565737325854857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/4955565737325854857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/4955565737325854857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/09/finding-and-keeping-life-partner-by-dov.html' title=''/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-6394505660325151121</id><published>2008-09-01T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:49:38.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>It is painful to let go of someone you love, but it is more painful to know that someone you once loved is not taking good care of themselves. It is painful because you know you can't be there to care for them or even ask them to love themselves more. That's what happen when you're no longer in their life. It is painful to know someone you loved is not alright, painful too when you don't know anything about their condition. All we could do is always pray for them to be in good shape and health and may this lost love be blessed always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-6394505660325151121?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6394505660325151121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=6394505660325151121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/6394505660325151121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/6394505660325151121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/09/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-4749931029977933544</id><published>2008-08-25T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:17:05.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voices in my head'/><title type='text'>Love 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Love, it's a crazy little thing, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-4749931029977933544?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4749931029977933544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=4749931029977933544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/4749931029977933544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/4749931029977933544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-1.html' title='Love 1'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-6057967650390368745</id><published>2008-08-25T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:10:04.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this world of different background, ethnic, religion, and race what brings us together? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;it knows no boundaries, creating  relationships and friendships- cherished always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-6057967650390368745?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6057967650390368745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=6057967650390368745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/6057967650390368745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/6057967650390368745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/08/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-3936102021593814417</id><published>2008-08-18T17:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:10:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk_nlGgWzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VMborKZRLmM/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk_nlGgWzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VMborKZRLmM/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235785991001758514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is not very clear but it is the swimming pool view inside Sky Bar, Trader's hotel, KL. Had a night out with my college friends. It's a nice place but a bit hot (maybe it's the weather). The view up here is magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk_-NHQwnI/AAAAAAAAACE/BIvS2RGyiK4/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk_-NHQwnI/AAAAAAAAACE/BIvS2RGyiK4/s320/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235786379699470962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk-qne_aCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2llL2y4GF70/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-3936102021593814417?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3936102021593814417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=3936102021593814417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/3936102021593814417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/3936102021593814417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/08/sky-bar.html' title='Sky Bar'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk_nlGgWzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VMborKZRLmM/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-3559229919610603691</id><published>2008-08-18T16:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:29:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About The Feet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk4IfN6bhI/AAAAAAAAABU/vGQq00m6FLU/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk4IfN6bhI/AAAAAAAAABU/vGQq00m6FLU/s200/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235777760264875538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk2hagVpWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sB9L6t1BtSs/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk2hagVpWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sB9L6t1BtSs/s200/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235775989473453410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 August 2008- It was mum's birthday. We pampered ourselves to interesting therapies- Fish Spa and Foot Reflexology. It was something different especially the Fish Spa- the in-thing now. I was a bit scared when I was about to put in my legs, it's kind of ticklish and at times you feel little sensation of being electrocuted. Looking at the fish doing their work-picking on your dead skin, it's funny. My mum's experience was woah, she was totally freaking out on it! She gave in after awhile but it definately will be her one and only time with the fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk267bgixI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0sdQxuWq9Z8/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk267bgixI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0sdQxuWq9Z8/s200/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235776427808295698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk35oOEWYI/AAAAAAAAABM/5c9Av-DN4Bk/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk35oOEWYI/AAAAAAAAABM/5c9Av-DN4Bk/s200/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235777504983406978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  The place: Fisho, Taman Yulek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b799d883f276aeed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db799d883f276aeed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331562660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50269FDDD7388827A9C7DD233211D9034B617F9B.374D7309AB72B9ECC272C4148B96D02A67390F43%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db799d883f276aeed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfRIo04Hks1pGcrZrWpo6P71ItPk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db799d883f276aeed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331562660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50269FDDD7388827A9C7DD233211D9034B617F9B.374D7309AB72B9ECC272C4148B96D02A67390F43%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db799d883f276aeed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfRIo04Hks1pGcrZrWpo6P71ItPk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-3559229919610603691?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b799d883f276aeed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3559229919610603691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=3559229919610603691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/3559229919610603691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/3559229919610603691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-all-about-feet.html' title='It&apos;s All About The Feet!'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SKk4IfN6bhI/AAAAAAAAABU/vGQq00m6FLU/s72-c/DSC00191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-1839496365721840467</id><published>2008-08-06T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:27:51.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis encore celibataire =D =D</title><content type='html'>Have you been asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or asked others)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Are you attached?" or "Are you seeing anyone?" &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny it seems but yes, you do get these questions thrown to you every now and then without fail especially you have not been seeing these people for a long long time. Don't get me wrong, I know they meant good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with my friends the other day and this topic surfaced, "What do you look for in your potential partner?" Believe me the list seems never-ending, hahaha- &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;height in concern must be at least taller than us by 5 inches, loves traveling, eating, good looking, lanky- evenly toned muscles, humorous, talks more than we do, independent, leads a healthy lifestyle etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped a moment from all the listings and laughters and suddenly realize no wonder we are still single- we are SO pushing the limits ain't we? Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;we are only humans with requirements, we know want we want!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Je suis encore celibataire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-1839496365721840467?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1839496365721840467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=1839496365721840467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/1839496365721840467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/1839496365721840467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/08/je-suis-encore-celibataire-d-d.html' title='Je suis encore celibataire =D =D'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-2179445351055290257</id><published>2008-07-02T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:31:21.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scoliosis</title><content type='html'>I have scoliosis of the spine....could be congenital. Will be seeing the bone surgeon for further advise, but GP ruled out surgery unless for cosmetic purposes. So far I don't feel any major back pain but noticeably my waistline is uneven. Any idea on how to work up the muscle of the waist/ abdomen? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-2179445351055290257?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2179445351055290257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=2179445351055290257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/2179445351055290257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/2179445351055290257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/07/scoliosis.html' title='Scoliosis'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-7652861606879024156</id><published>2008-07-02T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:26:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting</title><content type='html'>Phew! One year has passed by so fast. Interesting and stressful but it's been a good year. As for now, I'm hunting for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results will be out in a week's time....how will it be I wonder? But I've done my very best at that moment of time and I hope it'll turn out good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyone out there who knows of opening for Research Associates/Assistant in Life Sciences, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-7652861606879024156?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/7652861606879024156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=7652861606879024156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/7652861606879024156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/7652861606879024156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/07/job-hunting.html' title='Job Hunting'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-532551073784637227</id><published>2008-07-02T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Casa</title><content type='html'>La Casa, formerly known as Ken's Cafe at Bdr. Manjalara, moved to their new premise at The Waterfront, Desa ParkCity, near Kepong side. The interior is nice and the food-Italian- just as nice as before. Here are some of the appetizers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SGs5e2n2ZVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fqoWXU0Xnwg/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SGs5e2n2ZVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fqoWXU0Xnwg/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218327795460367698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wild Mushroom Soup: 4 different types of mushrooms, chunky too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SGs59H94kkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mYGq2v0s5QU/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SGs59H94kkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mYGq2v0s5QU/s320/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218328315512263234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Mozzarella Cheese: must try for cheese lovers!&lt;br /&gt;(Honestly, I was skeptic but it proves me wrong, it's really really yummy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-532551073784637227?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/532551073784637227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=532551073784637227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/532551073784637227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/532551073784637227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-casa.html' title='La Casa'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SGs5e2n2ZVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fqoWXU0Xnwg/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-2326957810446537345</id><published>2008-07-02T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:06:12.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mille Crepe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SGs3f946LXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_m2u_vg-by0/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SGs3f946LXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_m2u_vg-by0/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218325615567580530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SGs3gJle7AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7E3kVqFsMKk/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SGs3gJle7AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7E3kVqFsMKk/s320/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218325618707328002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Vanilla Mille Crepe is from Food Foundry, Section 17, PJ.&lt;br /&gt;Made of 20 layers of crepe, it's a must try. I tried 3 flavours-vanilla, chocolate orange and chocolate......vanilla is the best for me!&lt;br /&gt;Check out their website at http://www.foodfoundry.us/index.htm&lt;br /&gt;They have included the directions, contacts plus their menu too. The food ain't too pricey but yet to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-2326957810446537345?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2326957810446537345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=2326957810446537345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/2326957810446537345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/2326957810446537345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/07/mille-crepe.html' title='Mille Crepe'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnNz0a45zz0/SGs3f946LXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_m2u_vg-by0/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-3300207412638927101</id><published>2008-01-10T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:31:48.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow worms</title><content type='html'>Glow worms, National Bridge, National Park, Queensland, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glow worms, what are they? Something like fireflies but glow worms are the worm stage of the large flies. Fireflies emits yellow glow at their bottom while glow worms emit bright blue glow, whole body through. Lucky ones who had the chance to sight these magnificent, remember the joy of it.  For those who hasn't have the opportunity to do so, imagine yourself in a dark room with a christmas tree filled with blue LED and of course take a hike into the cave of Queensland National Park. This park and the glow worms are under UNESCO care. With the right care, glow worms will remain to sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireflies population have been dwindling, do protect them for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-3300207412638927101?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3300207412638927101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=3300207412638927101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/3300207412638927101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/3300207412638927101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/01/glow-worms.html' title='Glow worms'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-344937598240739764</id><published>2008-01-10T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:22:43.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another new year, another new start, new resolutions everything new. I'm ready for new challenges, new relationships, new environment, new commitments, everything, I'm ready in accepting all that is to come my way. I'm ready! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-344937598240739764?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/344937598240739764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=344937598240739764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/344937598240739764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/344937598240739764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-101587795552665977</id><published>2007-07-04T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:04:23.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything- Michael Buble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You're a falling star, You're the get away car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You're the line in the sand when I go too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You're the swimming pool, on an August day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And you play you're coy, but it's kinda cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;[Chorus:] And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You're every minute of my everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And I can't believe, that I'm your man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And you know that's what our love can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;[Chorus:] And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;[Chorus:] And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You're every song, and I sing along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;'Cause you're my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Corrected by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="ssm" href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/users/h0spid/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;h0spid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="ssm" href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/users/snooker/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;snooker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="ssm" href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/users/Adamo1919/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adamo1919&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="ssm" href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/users/mnkysgobananas02/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mnkysgobananas02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="ssm" href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/users/allicat0358/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;allicat0358&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="ssm" href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/users/knlangford3/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;knlangford3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="ssm" href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/users/clemmom/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clemmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="ssm" href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/users/jdaniel0202/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jdaniel0202&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/michael_buble/everything.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/michael_buble/everything.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-101587795552665977?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/101587795552665977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=101587795552665977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/101587795552665977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/101587795552665977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2007/07/everything-michael-buble.html' title='Everything- Michael Buble'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-2517398833197523497</id><published>2007-06-19T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:10:36.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ma Vie de Rêve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Si je peux changer ma vie, je voudrais habiter dans une grande maison au bord de la mer. Pace que j’aime bien la mer. Chaque matin, quand je me lève, je voudrais regarder le lever du soleil en écoutant les vagues de la mer. Je voudrais passer plus de temps avec ma famille, parce que tout le monde est très occupé avec son travail. Nous pourrions faire bien cuisine et faire beaucoup d’activités ensemble. Il y aura beaucoup de rires !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais aussi faire de la photographie et aussi danser tout le temps. Quand je serai libre, je partirai en vacances culturelles et historiques. Avec mon appareil photo, je veux prendre beaucoup de photos de paysages, de monuments, de gens etc. J’espère aussi je pourrai danser avec la meilleure compagnie de danse. De plus, je voudrais devenir membre d’une association humanitaire. Je voudrais aider les gens pauvres, malades et handicapés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas mener une vie célèbre. Je veux passer ma vie avec ma famille et mes amis. Je veux habiter dans un monde sans pollution, sans bruit et aussi une vie sans racisme et discrimination. Je voudrais mener une vie très calme et très tranquille avec les gens du monde. Entier, tout le monde sera très heureux !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Mai 2007&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-2517398833197523497?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2517398833197523497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=2517398833197523497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/2517398833197523497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/2517398833197523497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2007/06/ma-vie-de-rve-si-je-peux-changer-ma-vie.html' title=''/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-7036096115926330729</id><published>2007-06-16T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:22:03.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honours or Work?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I'd graduated for more than 6 months now. Wow, how time flies! Scary isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Going into Honours has always been my plan as I want to continue into Masters and then join the United Nations. However, recently my dad has been coming back late and travelling so much. He looks tired and I'm very concerned about his health and things like that. This eventually prompt me to whether to continue my Honours (that's if i got in) or look for a job and at least support myself and help out financially in the house. This few weeks I've been troubled with it. Should I or shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm to work now, I'm financially independent but with Honours I hope to get a much better job. Sigh! What should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-7036096115926330729?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/7036096115926330729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=7036096115926330729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/7036096115926330729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/7036096115926330729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2007/06/honours-or-work.html' title='Honours or Work?'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-4718597407332139266</id><published>2007-05-06T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:22:36.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have shadows in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shadows that haunt me since young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some good, some bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some gives me strength, some pulls me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, will the bad ones go away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please leave me! Leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so that I could move further and faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The shadows of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stop haunting me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-4718597407332139266?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4718597407332139266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=4718597407332139266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/4718597407332139266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/4718597407332139266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2007/05/shadows-of-my-life.html' title='Shadows of my life'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-1248907490437326349</id><published>2007-05-06T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:03:08.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 of the one million dollar question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Opposite attracts or birds of the same feather flocks together is stronger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;What's ur view?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Me, i think opposite interests garners more topics to talk about and more activities to do together. While on the other hand sharing common stuff is great cos one hardly need to wonder whether the other party enjoys the same thing as you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Splash some of your views :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-1248907490437326349?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1248907490437326349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=1248907490437326349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/1248907490437326349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/1248907490437326349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2007/05/1-of-one-million-dollar-question.html' title='1 of the one million dollar question'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-5123451290688444944</id><published>2007-04-14T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:51:57.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st year of marriage</title><content type='html'>The 1st year of a marriage is known as the "paper year". Why? It is in this trying year that married couples try to understand one another better in another way- living under the same roof, sharing responsibilities, household chores, money and many more. It is also the most vulnerable year of a marriage. Any untoward accident or argument will tear them apart. It is the most fragile year.&lt;br /&gt;But all this could be viewed differently. In my opinion, the 1st year is a white sheet of paper where married couple will paint their life together, fill the paper with more thoughts and understandings of one another. It is also the time where they are to create and plan their dreams together, making married life colourful in their own way. It won't be as vulnerable and fragile if they constantly reflect their many challenges till this day.&lt;br /&gt;The process of a relationship is like making paper; firstly we'll find the perfect log, cut it down, send it to the processing plant and there the log will undergo many rounds of treatments and such before a paper is being produced. In a relationship, we spend time to look for our perfect match, start to know them and so on, we'll go through many trials and tribulations. If we succeed, we move on and finally make the biggest decision in two persons life to be together as one. So the "paper year" is really an interesting year. Remember your roots(?) and stay on. Remember the love that you once build and continue to make it stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-5123451290688444944?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5123451290688444944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=5123451290688444944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/5123451290688444944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/5123451290688444944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2007/04/1st-year-of-marriage.html' title='1st year of marriage'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-3578835377551847666</id><published>2007-04-14T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:36:02.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gist of a relationship</title><content type='html'>Do you wonder why some people can get so well together well others are like oil and water? What is it in their relationship? Is it their star match? their personality? or their mutual interest? Hmmm, interesting ain't it? All of these contribute to part of the relationship while importantly is communication. How do we connect with one another without talking? Good communication brings out a good relationship be it father/mother-children, brothers-sisters, friends, boyfriends-girlfriends, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that by communicating, we can express what we are thinking and the audience(s) can connect with us. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-3578835377551847666?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3578835377551847666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=3578835377551847666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/3578835377551847666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/3578835377551847666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2007/04/gist-of-relationship.html' title='Gist of a relationship'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-8456388780136607145</id><published>2007-04-13T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:38:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a fairy tale</title><content type='html'>Cupid works his ways in many wonders.&lt;br /&gt;When I was introduced to this guy, all I could say was "Who is this good looking dude?". No special feelings or what so ever. After knowing him more, he turned out to be a nice guy. Even though he is not a university graduate or any big shot, to be honest I'm proud of who he is. He has my full respect. At least he is earning a decent living and not just loiter around and still being a parasite to his family. Independent, loved and respected by his family and friends, that's him. We shared many happy times together. I felt comfortable and ar eased with him. However, things went wrong suddenly for no apparent reason. He went silent, cut off all forms of communications...why? I wondered many a times. It had been almost half a year I have lost contact with him but he is still haunting me. It's silly of me I know and I'm trying hard to move on. The hit song "Patience" by Take That expressed what i feel. I still bump into him not directly though occasionally. Well, how not to when we happened to live in the same housing estate? A fortnight ago, I heard that he is seeing another girl. If I happen to meet him with his new girl, bravely I'll wish him all the best and I hope that he is happy always sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;People around me said that he is a coward. Yea, I don't hate him as a person but I'm disappointed by his guts. It will be better if he could tell me that he don't love me anymore or don't think that this relationship is going anywhere further. Sometimes silence is not golden. A guy friend suggested that either he is a coward and a jerk or he doesn't know how to tell me in order not to hurt me. Does this mean his love for me was so deep or he is just selfish? I don't have the answer to it and I might not be able to figure it out. All this could be solved if he explain to me one day but when???? Maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;I used to see him and talk to him every single day. Now, my days are most of the time dead. I try to fill my mornings with lots of activities but when night falls, it is horrible. So quiet, too quiet. I promise myself that I must move on and be happy again but it really not as easy as it sounds. If it so easy to forget someone, the person is not all that important to you, right? He has move on, does that mean that I wasn't as important as I thought I was in his life? I've no idea at all. I do realise that I probably come in like 3rd or 4th in his list of priorities when we were together. Well, he wasn't my number one either. Was I too busy till I neglected small little things that jeopardised the relationship? All I know is this time I fell too deep into the dungeon of love.&lt;br /&gt;If I have one more chance, I would like to apologise if by any means I've made him felt intimidated. I respected him like any individual and I'm very proud to have known such a guy like him. All in all, I sincerely hope and pray that he'll be blessed with happiness and love always. May all his dreams come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-8456388780136607145?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8456388780136607145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=8456388780136607145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8456388780136607145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/8456388780136607145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-was-fairy-tale.html' title='It was a fairy tale'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-424757856299272534</id><published>2007-04-13T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T03:40:29.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect wedding</title><content type='html'>Do you have a dream wedding? I dare say that every little girl has one, don't you? I do. I used to imagine having mine either in a garden or by the seaside. It definately must be held outdoor. I'd like it to be attended by all my family and friends, it's gonna be like a big gathering of some sort, with lots of happy laughters, nicely dressed women and groomed men, nice food and just perfect ambience - light breeze and warm sunshine. I want it to be decorated with lots of roses preferably white and pink ones, but the more colourful it is the better, as long as it is not too overwhelming of course. The aisle must be a spread of rose petals. Walking down the aisle with a classy yet modern gown with minimum frills and a bouquet of white lilies and the bird of paradise flowers to the song "From this Moment On" by Shania Twain played by a live band...these are all I dreamt of once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;       I woke up from this dream after watching 'Love Concierge' a MediaCorp (Singapore) production. I realised that a perfect wedding no matter how lovely it going to be won't be complete or meaningful if the person you're to say 'I Do' and give your life to does not love you for who you are. To find someone and finally be together with the person you truly love and be able to stand hand in hand before the marriage registrar/priest is the best seal to a perfect wedding. It'll be perfect even if it just invovled a few close family members and friends, who come with their true blessings of happiness. You'll find this in couples who have surpassed the many challenges they'd faced, and when they say 'I Do', you'll be able to see the sparkle in their smiles, the glitter of their eyes and the glow in their faces. And it'll be touching till the well wishers can feel the power of their love for one another and be blessed with their love.&lt;br /&gt;      Lavish weddings are too superficial. Why bother to spend so much on a one day ceremony but not able to spend the most important things in your life with the person you truly love and cherish? Oh yes, money can buy one lots of things but never trade your life most precious with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, all of us girls, want the dream wedding that we have properly planned out but most important, we too, want to be married to a guy that will give us true happiness and a blessed life journey together, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;If you have found that special someone in your life that you can't live without, cherish them and tell them how important they are to you always. Don't wait, time waits for no man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-424757856299272534?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/424757856299272534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=424757856299272534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/424757856299272534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/424757856299272534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2007/04/perfect-wedding.html' title='A perfect wedding'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037072320693976127.post-2753966328182925499</id><published>2007-03-18T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:43:45.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is my very 1st entry to the blogger's world. Heard of it so many times and finally I'm to phart-it-all-out! Let's see..hmmm...what should i write?? I'm kinda blank right now, maybe next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037072320693976127-2753966328182925499?l=audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2753966328182925499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037072320693976127&amp;postID=2753966328182925499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/2753966328182925499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037072320693976127/posts/default/2753966328182925499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyk-phart-all.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-1st.html' title='My 1st'/><author><name>Audreyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094920962617493715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
