<?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-21757592</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:02:40.099+08:00</updated><category term='LIFE  - SHOCK'/><title type='text'>Sun, Moon &amp; Star</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-217172345742015466</id><published>2010-03-15T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:01:36.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK</title><content type='html'>This blog is fully covered with cobwebs that I also have to find my way&lt;br /&gt;to come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duno where the long distance Sun is in which part of the world now, and&lt;br /&gt;the Moon also buzy moonlightling on which island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari makan is difficult nowadays.  Company cost cutting measures&lt;br /&gt;having people to take up more than they can chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,  I was asked to help in the invoicing some orders &lt;br /&gt;and my maiden invoice happens to be  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 241434&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of number is this ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my boss said invoice is   $$$ coming in&lt;br /&gt;but  looking at the above invoice number   is so ironical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  like the canto saying  "chicken hands, duck legs"  and&lt;br /&gt;blur like sotong,  but James   my Senior,   happened to &lt;br /&gt;pop in and assist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why such number  get such exception huge order&lt;br /&gt;today ar ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,  just before going off,  James   disclosed that&lt;br /&gt;his date of birth is  040464 ,  so that makes it 281898  !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah  hah ,  AH   Hah...   so     SO    what ?&lt;br /&gt;am I lucky he is here, when i need SOS&lt;br /&gt;or the Co.  that got so many exceptional orders today ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ twinkle star ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-217172345742015466?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/217172345742015466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=217172345742015466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/217172345742015466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/217172345742015466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2010/03/work.html' title='WORK'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-8872231784233893704</id><published>2009-07-28T18:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:45:16.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE  - SHOCK'/><title type='text'>SNATCH THIEF</title><content type='html'>OMG !!...  today  I had  a real life experience of having my&lt;br /&gt;handbag snatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping my mum off to the nearby coffee shop at&lt;br /&gt;OUG , PJ  to have her pork soup noddles, which is a "must have"&lt;br /&gt;once in a blue moon, I drove off to the side lane and park my&lt;br /&gt;car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking  to the shop to meet her , just about  12 residents' houses&lt;br /&gt;away from the shop, suddenly a motorbike stopped  in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;and a guy got off and suddenly lurched at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pushed on the ground and he was going after my handbag.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled back my handbag hard and put up a  struggle with him ,&lt;br /&gt;he was standing, and I was so desperate and helpless on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some passerby were there, but  no one came to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was lying on the road, I saw a blue Nissan car from the&lt;br /&gt;opposite direction.   Luckily,  this kind samaritan aunty  gave a&lt;br /&gt;loud horn.   This sort of  of distract the snatch thief attention  and&lt;br /&gt;also getting  the nearby household unlocking their door and see what was&lt;br /&gt;happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked away , toward his motorbike, empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;Just,  when I thought  he was going to speed off with his partner,&lt;br /&gt;he tried to made another attempt  and coming toward me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked and was still struggling for my composure,&lt;br /&gt;luckily the kind samaritan, did not go off yet , she gave another&lt;br /&gt;louder horn this time and  I heard someone shouted&lt;br /&gt;"SNATCH  THIEF  !!     ... SNATCH  THIEF  !!!!!!!!!  "&lt;br /&gt;and the aunty  keep on horning her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway,   the snatcher turned  away  from my direction and jumped&lt;br /&gt;on to the waiting bike and speed off instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the aunty in the blue Nissan  car.  She was my good samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;Without her  horning and getting people attention,  surely the&lt;br /&gt;snatch thief would have already got my handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God,  he did not have any weapon, and I  was not badly injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a kind of shock until now, and this was such a  bad experience&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twinkle star  - 02/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-8872231784233893704?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8872231784233893704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=8872231784233893704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8872231784233893704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8872231784233893704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2009/07/snatch-thief.html' title='SNATCH THIEF'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-2541386157477723320</id><published>2009-01-01T20:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:19:51.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year  2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fresh new BLOSSOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;May the NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Put the FRAGRANCE  of HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;into Your LIFE  and  usher in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All  The Things  that will make your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;B E A U T I F UL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~  Happy and Prosperous New Year   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1/09 - twinkle star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-2541386157477723320?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2541386157477723320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=2541386157477723320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2541386157477723320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2541386157477723320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-fresh-new-blossom-may-new-year-put.html' title='Happy New Year  2009'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-4301205488445125200</id><published>2008-06-19T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:53:25.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>a post without a comment&lt;br /&gt;is like wildflower in the desert&lt;br /&gt;travellers pass by&lt;br /&gt;and behold its beauty&lt;br /&gt;then leave without a word&lt;br /&gt;or a sigh&lt;br /&gt;but that is fine&lt;br /&gt;the flower remains beautiful&lt;br /&gt;in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/61&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-4301205488445125200?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4301205488445125200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=4301205488445125200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/4301205488445125200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/4301205488445125200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-6653501865562397200</id><published>2008-06-13T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:54:21.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand Conscious??</title><content type='html'>Gucci, Prada, Versace, Valentino, Bruno Magli, Christian Dior, YSL, Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, Calvin Klein, Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger, Chanel, Escada, Giorgio Armani, Donna Karan, Carolina Herrera, Burberry, J.P. Gaultier, Diesel, Victoria's Secret .... and the list could go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, these brands are synonymous with the words  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"high society"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me ask you, do you think that the brands' products are really worth the prices that they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you think that with those brands come the privilege of belittling others who are not brand-conscious or are less fortunate in that respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, do you believe that people would automatically look up to you just because your full ensemble is worth around 5-6 digits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for all the quality put into those items, a shoe will always be a shoe and serves its purpose of protecting the soles of one's feet from dirt, dust and other harmful objects that it may be subjected to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same goes for clothing and other essentials. You don't need to be clothed in 5-6 digit clothes to cover your naked body and to stay out of the cold or protect your skin from the harmful UV rays of the midday sun. Because they are in effect mere garments just like others that are plain and sewed for the purpose of clothing a human being. It doesn't mean that if you are dressed in a famous designer wear you will look like a million ringgit if you are really not, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that sporting even just a small piece of these branded stuff could elevate you to the higher ranks of society, then you are most likely, misguided. Because societies have their own way of telling who's who and who's not ... and not simply because one carries a brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that one shouldn't be purchasing well-known brands. Am simply stating that instead of being brand-conscious, let's be a bit more self-conscious instead. Do we really need those clothes, shoes, bags? Putting one's feet firmly on the ground with head up a modest high and giving as much to others already put oneself in high society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-6653501865562397200?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/6653501865562397200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=6653501865562397200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/6653501865562397200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/6653501865562397200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/06/brand-conscious.html' title='Brand Conscious??'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-8880846291254018843</id><published>2008-05-31T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:13:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiven, Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>To forgive is to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pondering about this line of thought for the past few days now and I have come to a, well, sort of conclusion that it does not have to traverse a 2-way street just as what others have been persisting. I would say that it is entirely possible to forgive someone for their trespasses against us without actually forgiving  them. Afterall, forgiveness is a decision of the will; a renouncing of our anger and resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While forgetting, can we really forget people, things, events or situations? Am not sure but from what I can recall of some medical readings, our minds do not forget. We just think that we have forgotten but the truth s, the information is still there inside our minds. But for some reasons, we just cannot access it. Maybe it is due to the distractions going on around us but the bottom line is, we cannot force the mind to forget. We can, perhaps, suppress the memories we do not want to remember its associated feelings with. And it is just that ... suppressing ... simply pushing the memory out of reach, but not totally constraining it. Unless of course you contracted some form of amnesia and your memories start to fail you. But other than that, we cannot will our minds to forget. We can only will ourselves to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-8880846291254018843?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8880846291254018843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=8880846291254018843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8880846291254018843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8880846291254018843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgiven-not-forgotten.html' title='Forgiven, Not Forgotten'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-4208171889430648667</id><published>2008-05-14T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:22:41.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darkness ...</title><content type='html'>darkness all around ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to fight ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sucking in everyone ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must fight ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have coup ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/58&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-4208171889430648667?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4208171889430648667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=4208171889430648667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/4208171889430648667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/4208171889430648667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/darkness.html' title='darkness ...'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-5371050511646556575</id><published>2008-05-12T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:39:55.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the dark side ...</title><content type='html'>how do people cross over to the dark side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there some place where you sell your soul to be replaced by darth vader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so evil today .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/57&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-5371050511646556575?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/5371050511646556575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=5371050511646556575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/5371050511646556575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/5371050511646556575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-dark-side.html' title='welcome to the dark side ...'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-4555474454491550916</id><published>2008-05-01T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:34:09.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What  is your love?</title><content type='html'>Some say love it is a river&lt;br /&gt;that drowns the tender reed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a razor&lt;br /&gt;that leaves your soul to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a hunger&lt;br /&gt;An endless aching need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say love it is a flower&lt;br /&gt;and you its only seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;that never learn to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream afraid of  waking&lt;br /&gt;that never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one who won't be taken&lt;br /&gt;who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;and the soul  afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;that no love to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the nights  has been too lonely&lt;br /&gt;and the road has been too long&lt;br /&gt;Then  you think that love is only&lt;br /&gt;for the lucky and the strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 15 twinkle stars ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-4555474454491550916?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4555474454491550916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=4555474454491550916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/4555474454491550916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/4555474454491550916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-your-love.html' title='What  is your love?'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-4826729735243516207</id><published>2008-04-25T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:45:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling ...</title><content type='html'>It's great when you are in love, ... "No"? Not even in love, even just "in like".  When it's mutual, you have a smile on your face especially during those instances when you think of that someone and the times you have spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/56&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-4826729735243516207?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4826729735243516207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=4826729735243516207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/4826729735243516207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/4826729735243516207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/smiling.html' title='Smiling ...'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-7056667834820251287</id><published>2008-04-07T22:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:54:38.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10  Commandments for Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just a recap of the commandments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many instead of  "I DO"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change to " wait first la " ...  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commandment 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriages are made in heaven. But so again, are thunder&lt;br /&gt;and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commandment 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your wife to listen and pay strict attention to every&lt;br /&gt;word you say, talk in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commandment 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is grand - divorce is at least 100 grand !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commandment 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage life is very frustrating !!  In the first year of marriage,&lt;br /&gt;the man speaks and the woman listens.&lt;br /&gt;In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listen.&lt;br /&gt;In the third year, they both speak and the neighbours listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commandment 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be&lt;br /&gt;sure of one thing. Either the car is new or the wife is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commandment 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is when a man and woman become as one,&lt;br /&gt;the trouble starts when they try to decide which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commandment 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking&lt;br /&gt;about something you say.&lt;br /&gt;After marriage, he will fall asleep before you finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commandment 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man wants a wife who is beautiful, understanding,&lt;br /&gt;economical and  a good cook. But the law allows only one wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commandment 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage and love are purely matter of chemistry.  That is why&lt;br /&gt;the wife treats the husband like toxic waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commandment 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is incomplete until he is married.&lt;br /&gt;After that, he is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~  14 twinkle stars ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-7056667834820251287?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7056667834820251287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=7056667834820251287&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/7056667834820251287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/7056667834820251287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-commandments-for-marriag.html' title='10  Commandments for Marriage'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-2618845021472146201</id><published>2008-03-18T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:50:55.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you, my heart ...</title><content type='html'>I am back in this dizzying, life-altering (well, maybe not so much), insanity-inducing, heart-fluttering state called being in love. And I am loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-2618845021472146201?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2618845021472146201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=2618845021472146201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2618845021472146201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2618845021472146201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-you-my-heart.html' title='To you, my heart ...'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-2895114555982565469</id><published>2008-03-14T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:26:09.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm so tired .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been staring at my screen for close to 2 hours now ... doing nothing whatsoever ... except clicking each window alternately ... trying to appear like i'm working ... checking my to do list for things i can do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things i need to do .. but i can't cos i'm waiting for some things not in my control before i can do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing i can do ... without need for external input but i don't want to do that because i don't need to do it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am in this shared blog with my three good friends who are temporarily still on hiatus since (?) ... passing time till it's time to go home ... wasting the time of whoever is reading this entry but then again, if that person is reading this blog, then he or she has time to spare as well or doesn't want to work yet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone screaming for lunch now ... i'll go eat now eventhough i've just eaten 2 doughnuts an hour ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moon/54&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-2895114555982565469?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2895114555982565469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=2895114555982565469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2895114555982565469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2895114555982565469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/03/tired.html' title='Tired ...'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-5350202665782796046</id><published>2008-03-07T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:08:44.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TsoLxuVXV4U/R9Dbig3_97I/AAAAAAAAAAU/UXaGJJTuAqs/s1600-h/hoi+sum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TsoLxuVXV4U/R9Dbig3_97I/AAAAAAAAAAU/UXaGJJTuAqs/s200/hoi+sum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174877357835548594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the prettiest ugly person, or the ugliest pretty person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your boyfriend leave you for a guy, or for a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be with someone you love, or someone who loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your boyfriend leave you for somebody prettier, or somebody uglier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be pretty, or be smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have loved and lost, or have not loved at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be moderately happy all the time, or extremely happy for a small period of time and extremely sad for the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/53&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-5350202665782796046?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/5350202665782796046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=5350202665782796046&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/5350202665782796046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/5350202665782796046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/03/would-you-rather.html' title='Would you rather ...'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TsoLxuVXV4U/R9Dbig3_97I/AAAAAAAAAAU/UXaGJJTuAqs/s72-c/hoi+sum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-144392441824604674</id><published>2008-02-14T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:19:07.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Valentine</title><content type='html'>Yep, you heard me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am nobody's valentine tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst most people will be out with their sweetie-pies and honey-bunches celebrating this day of hearts and being all so sickeningly amorous with each other, I resolved to stay at home, read a joke book and go off to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/52&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-144392441824604674?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/144392441824604674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=144392441824604674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/144392441824604674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/144392441824604674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/nobodys-valentine.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Valentine'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-1720357488761722289</id><published>2008-01-28T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:33:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alot of people say that the best relationships start out from friendship. I agree but when you are somehow stuck in limbo between friends and being romantically involved, it sucks. For a guy, you would feel your way through not knowing if pursuing the relationship would ruin your friendship or bring you to the next level and when you are  girl (at least in our part of the world), you would wait. And if you are anything like me, you would think ... alot too. Does he like me? Is this just me? Are his actions his way of saying he likes me or that we are just good friends? You are enjoying that "high" experience when together and keeping your feelings in check but somehow your logical and emotional selves are battling and you are praying that he saves you from it. You want to know where you stand and where you are headed from this point onwards but you are hoping that wherever it is you are going, you wont 't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do when you are in that limbo? Do you step back and distance yourself with the chance that you are letting go of something that might be special or do you hold on to that glimmer of hope, however faint, with the risk that you will get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, have no answers. These are questions I, myself ask. All I know is that love poses both great rewards and immense pain. Nobody said it was easy but nonetheless, it is a path everyone would like to take whether we admit to it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" ... and if I could hold on&lt;br /&gt;through the tears and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;would it be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;or just a beautiful disaster? ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/21757592-1720357488761722289?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/1720357488761722289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=1720357488761722289&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/1720357488761722289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/1720357488761722289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2008/01/torn.html' title='torn'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-3753732809508811842</id><published>2007-12-31T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:16:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A   LITTLE   BIT   SAD</title><content type='html'>Sad that the year is ending&lt;br /&gt;It seems like only yesterday that it started&lt;br /&gt;And right now I am recollecting&lt;br /&gt;My tear glands are slowly activating,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyful happenings I fondly remember&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy moments I will gladly surrender&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened, it's hard to put to pen and paper&lt;br /&gt;The memories etched so vividly in my mind&lt;br /&gt;will be cherished forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.. ta... 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Sun  /28  ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-3753732809508811842?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3753732809508811842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=3753732809508811842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/3753732809508811842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/3753732809508811842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-bit-of-sadness.html' title='A   LITTLE   BIT   SAD'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-342064861361924593</id><published>2007-11-15T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:52:09.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idle Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TsoLxuVXV4U/RzuzhUqroFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2AbKiShMMxo/s1600-h/tulips.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132893585383596114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TsoLxuVXV4U/RzuzhUqroFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2AbKiShMMxo/s200/tulips.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, it takes about half an hour for me to complete my bath ... not because i'm a female .. nor do i have many bathing rituals .. but because it's an opportunity for my mind to go on "idle" mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking a bath is a routine .. it's something you do daily for as long as you can remember. There is nothing to think about unless you have got a choice of which soap and shampoo to use or perhaps you want to study the tiles, but are you going to do that daily? Hmmm, maybe the tiles on mondays, pipes on tuesdays, shower curtain on wednesdays. Anyhow, the point is, if you are a normal person, there is nothing much thought stimulating with taking a bath, so what is the mind to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moon/50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-342064861361924593?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/342064861361924593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=342064861361924593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/342064861361924593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/342064861361924593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/11/idle-mind.html' title='The Idle Mind'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TsoLxuVXV4U/RzuzhUqroFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2AbKiShMMxo/s72-c/tulips.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-8693682839477668416</id><published>2007-11-02T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:20:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone I Can't Have</title><content type='html'>I have been crushing on this particular guy for months. Ever since I first laid eyes on him, I just could not stop myself from following his every move. The way he speaks and conducts himself. I mean he is not exactly the drop-dead gorgeous hunk of a man but he sure tickles my weirdest fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, am officially smitten ... Have not really felt this way before. Sure, I have had crushes every  now and then but usually they don't affect me as much as this one is making me feel right now.  But as much as I would like to stay smitten and to relish on this wonderful cloud-nine like feeling, I need to get things right .... he is not for me. By that, I don't mean that the guy is married. He is unattached, very much single and available. So what's my problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong to his league. His lifestyle differs from mine drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh. The guy's not someone I can have, as much as I hope I could ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/49&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-8693682839477668416?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8693682839477668416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=8693682839477668416&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8693682839477668416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8693682839477668416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-i-cant-have.html' title='Someone I Can&apos;t Have'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-2640374344136375124</id><published>2007-10-26T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:57:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker!</title><content type='html'>Stalker mode on ... i am stalking him. Hahahaa! It's all about the interest. It makes all the difference but the weird thing is, it's done in a romantic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am treading on dangerous waters. My feet are in and I can't seem to get out. The problem is that when the tide comes in, I might end up drowning. Although I know this might happen, I am still getting my feet wet. How stupid can I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/48&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-2640374344136375124?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2640374344136375124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=2640374344136375124&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2640374344136375124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2640374344136375124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/10/stalker.html' title='Stalker!'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-2606122255793134871</id><published>2007-10-02T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:44:31.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ARE WORTH .........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A note  from a friend that  gave me inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;but  then ,    I also  ponder ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Do not undermine your worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;by comparing yourself with others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It is because we are different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that each of us is special  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(... comparing also deem as  challenges  no ??? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do not set your goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;by what others people deem important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Only you know what is best for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(... parents' expectations how ? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do not take for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the things closest to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cling to them as you would your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;for without them,  Life is meaningless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(..  ya  family ties,  relationship  always take for granted wor ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do not give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;when you still have something to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;nothing is really over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;until the moment you stop trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(...  climb every mountain  ? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do not be afraid to encounter risks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It is by taking chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that we learn how to be brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(..   sharemarket included ??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The quickest way to receive love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;is to give love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The fastest way to lose love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;is to hold it too tightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(..  too possessive  a NO NO  !!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do not run through life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so fast that you forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;not only where you have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but also where you are going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(..  many times lost of direction jor   !! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Life is not a race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but a journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;to be savored each step of the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;( .. this one a  good  self-reminder ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;13 twinkle stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-2606122255793134871?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2606122255793134871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=2606122255793134871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2606122255793134871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2606122255793134871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-are-worth.html' title='YOU ARE WORTH .........'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-4069305425972244250</id><published>2007-09-05T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:48:22.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something interesting from my mailbox</title><content type='html'>At last, I found something worth reading from my inbox. There have been many unread messages and some untouched for more than a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something about this mail just made me laugh. Maybe because it is so freaking true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MATHEMATICAL THEORY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 - 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ass Kissing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 127%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that while Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close and Attitude will get you there, it's the Bullshit and Ass Kissing that will put you on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting right?? Something definitely worth thinking about ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/47&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-4069305425972244250?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4069305425972244250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=4069305425972244250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/4069305425972244250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/4069305425972244250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-interesting-from-my-mailbox.html' title='Something interesting from my mailbox'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-8708714444568935290</id><published>2007-08-23T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:11:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock, Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>Things are developing so fast, I have to catch my breath. I am in the middle of a big decision .... a decision I would soon have to make. Why can't things just be a little simple? My mind is in such a turmoil, I just want to stop for a moment to see if the chaos would somehow subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers are now filled with asking for help from The Divine to seek what is the best path for me to walk on. I hope my prayers will be answered soon because really, I am running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/46&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-8708714444568935290?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8708714444568935290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=8708714444568935290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8708714444568935290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8708714444568935290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/08/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock, Tick Tock'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-1820979586062068546</id><published>2007-08-15T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:37:49.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk</title><content type='html'>I feel soooo sleepy and to think I got enough sleep last night. I need something to be passionate about and what I feel like doing right now is to argue with someone but that is not one thing that I want to be passionate about. So I feel sleepy like I'm fighting myself NOT to be bitchy today and what happens is that I just go into slumber mode because it would be disastrous to be passionately disagreeable. Can this type of argument pass for a logical one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am allowing myself this straight to the point (a moment of insanity) blog like being drunk and allowing yourself to do some things you don't normally do when sober.   It helps actually ... to clear the cobwebs of sleepiness. One can be drunk with sleepiness, you know. I think it's also the hormones ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/45&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-1820979586062068546?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/1820979586062068546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=1820979586062068546&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/1820979586062068546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/1820979586062068546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/08/drunk.html' title='Drunk'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-6356828294181559581</id><published>2007-08-08T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:01:14.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; I am a stalker.    Hahahahaaaaaaa!!   : ) a harmless one, that is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moon/44&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-6356828294181559581?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/6356828294181559581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=6356828294181559581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/6356828294181559581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/6356828294181559581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-secret.html' title='I have a secret'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-9085079502943686463</id><published>2007-08-03T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:04:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>...... is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, shocking and try as I may to will it not to happen, I am getting older. But turning a year older is not such a bad thing if a lot of your friends are also around your age group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things to be thankful for .... a wonderful job, a happy family, good health, enough material things but most especially really amazing people who have touched my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, for always being there for me, who have been very supportive and loving. In their eyes, I am perfect and nobody could love me as they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends ... those I keep in touch with, those that I have not, those that I may have forgotten or may have forgotten me, at one point in my life they have shown me the meaning of friendship and for that, I will be forever grateful. If we have lost touch through the years, I hope one day our paths will cross again and we can rekindle the friendships we have shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who had inspired me, giving me simple reasons to smile, for making me believe that dreams come true and for making me a better person, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even strangers whose life have intertwined with mine, I believe you are angels sent to give me a message, to uplift my spirit, to teach me life's lessons. All I know is that life would have been different had you not been a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course to The Divine for all the graces and blessings so lovingly gave to me. Thank you for letting me celebrate one more birthday and for letting me experience all the wonderful things that life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My apologies if this sounded like an acceptance speech for an acting award   : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have many wishes but for now this will be enough ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/43&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-9085079502943686463?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/9085079502943686463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=9085079502943686463&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/9085079502943686463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/9085079502943686463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-2861558331166823053</id><published>2007-07-27T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:41:51.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty?</title><content type='html'>This morning, a friend told me she is thinking of having liposuction done. It was hard for me to keep my surprise to myself since I never really imagined anybody I know wanting to undergo that kind of procedure. I have seen it done in extreme makeover in magazines and it wasn't really a very pretty sight. I don't even understand how anybody could consider giving that kind of torture to their bodies. Yes, that is what I think it is. Your body goes through so much battery and pain just to make it look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I won't be undergoing such a procedure in my lifetime unless it is for extreme health reasons. I am not saying that I like my body the way it is. In fact it really needs alot of work. But then again, at the same time I don't believe it is a hideous sight for me to consider cosmetic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/42&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-2861558331166823053?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2861558331166823053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=2861558331166823053&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2861558331166823053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2861558331166823053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/07/beauty.html' title='Beauty?'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-920536691915589748</id><published>2007-07-22T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:06:07.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE YOUR PICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Came across this interesting read, see if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;figure it out :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You are driving along your car on a wild , stormy night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You pass by a bus stop, and you see 3 people waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1.  An old lady, who looks as if she is about to die ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2.  An old friend who once saved your life ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. The prefect man you have been dreaming about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that three could only be one passenger in your car ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and thus you should save her first ;  Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You could take the old friend because he once saved your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and this would be the prefect chance to pay him back ;  However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You may never be able to find your perfect dream lover again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;WHICH ONE OF THE ABOVE WOULD  YOU HELP ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The best solution would be to give the car keys to your old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and let him take the  lady to the hospital. Stay behind and wait  for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the bus with the man of your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;thought limitations.  The art of being wise is the art of knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;what to overlook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~~ 12 twinkle  stars  ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-920536691915589748?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/920536691915589748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=920536691915589748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/920536691915589748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/920536691915589748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/07/take-your-pick.html' title='TAKE YOUR PICK'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-8823379950093039568</id><published>2007-07-13T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:22:02.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my reality true?</title><content type='html'>What is reality? Isn't it that a story may have different versions depending on who is telling it? And isn't it that each side of a story is a reality on its own? Wouldn't that mean then that what I perceive to be real may not be a reality to someone else? I am wondering if our minds are conjuring up our realities not based on what is true but what we want the truth to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked this once to a friend and he just gave me a confused look and told me that I am thinking way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/41&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-8823379950093039568?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8823379950093039568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=8823379950093039568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8823379950093039568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8823379950093039568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-my-reality-true.html' title='Is my reality true?'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-6505817534671228068</id><published>2007-06-30T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:52:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE DUN  COME EASY</title><content type='html'>" PIAKS SSSS sssss......... I slapped his face on and on...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His left ear and mouth was bleeding and I was crying non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, damn.....Seven years of relationship gone down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to slap him more but at the count of five, my hand&lt;br /&gt;was already in pain, hurting more than my aching heart.&lt;br /&gt;The 'ba***rd' took the blows without flinching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the car, devoid of emotion and kept on driving&lt;br /&gt;in circles until I suddenly took a turn and headed homewards&lt;br /&gt;to Kelantan , driving in tears......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD HE? We were making preparations for our&lt;br /&gt;marriage and I was busy making invitations cards&lt;br /&gt;and handicraft handouts for the wedding. And now he&lt;br /&gt;'chicken' out at the last minute. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rin, my ex-colleague, shared the above with me during&lt;br /&gt;a lunch meet up last week. She's a pretty, petite and&lt;br /&gt;lovely gal of mixed parentage. She is also fair, with&lt;br /&gt;big eyes and curly hair. I like her dimples when she smile,&lt;br /&gt;but that day she didn't smile at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that her love life will be smooth sailing&lt;br /&gt;...how wrong !!!&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams were shattered by just a phone call ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes fate can be cruel. Love does not come easy&lt;br /&gt;even if you are born with good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ 11 twinkle stars ~~&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-6505817534671228068?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/6505817534671228068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=6505817534671228068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/6505817534671228068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/6505817534671228068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-dont-come-easy.html' title='LOVE DUN  COME EASY'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-3328721222663541365</id><published>2007-06-23T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:54:03.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are people</title><content type='html'>It's funny how people can make small things big things. It's funny how they can make not even 1/4 of the big picture seem as if it were bigger than the whole. It's funny how they take so much of their time and effort just to say bad things and mean words. It's funny how they judge others just because of one, insignificant incident. It's funny how you can never tell what their real motives are. It's funny how they don't look at their mistakes and look for mistakes in other people. It's funny how they waste the little time they have getting  mad. It's funny how they laugh at people and react violently when they're being laughed at. It's funny how people can be so sensitive that they cannot see the other side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, people will always be people. If not for them, we wouldn't learn, so they definitely play a big role in our lives. Well maybe be the best way to deal with it is to be the bigger person. Making mistakes is human nature after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/40&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-3328721222663541365?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3328721222663541365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=3328721222663541365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/3328721222663541365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/3328721222663541365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/06/people-are-people.html' title='People are people'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-2590356632162980685</id><published>2007-06-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:14:01.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>They say that changes is the only constant thing in the world and though this may be true, there are times when I wish it isn't so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I want to reach out but can't seem to bridge the gap. When I want things to be the way they were but I could not turn back time. When every part of my being wants to hold on but I'm scared that the only thing I am holding on to are memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are changing so fast I can't help but wish that time could somehow stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/39&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-2590356632162980685?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2590356632162980685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=2590356632162980685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2590356632162980685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2590356632162980685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/06/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-1870254898771565593</id><published>2007-06-06T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:17:39.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should start screaming</title><content type='html'>I cry when I am pissed. It's probably the way my body releases the pent-up negative energy that I try to keep bottled up. Sometimes, I even try not to cry, although I very seldom succeed in doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a confrontational person. As much as I can, I try not to stir up arguments eventhough sometimes it's the right way or even the only way to go. I guess I have seen confrontations as a point of no return. Once you have said something, you cannot take it back and the scars that the argument leaves tarnishes the relationship or friendship you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all know that arguments are a part of any relationship. I just never got used to it. Even when I was young, I would cry and not speak up. I am very outspoken when it comes to my opinions as long as they are not directed at anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aunt is suffering from Alzheimer and I was told that the probable reason for this was that she keeps her feelings bottled inside and thought too much. So now I am wondering ... in the distant future, will I walk the same path as her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/38&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-1870254898771565593?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/1870254898771565593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=1870254898771565593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/1870254898771565593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/1870254898771565593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-should-start-screaming.html' title='I should start screaming'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-5755829773501956507</id><published>2007-05-22T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:25:47.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessary Losses</title><content type='html'>In life, we get to experience losses in order to grow. We have to lose baby teeth to gain a much stronger enamel, we have to lose our dependence with our parents to be able to grow into more mature individuals and of course sometimes we have to bid farewell to people, to friendships because our purpose for being together was already fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People grow, sometimes in different directions. You could both love chocolate cake right now but then, another may suddenly develop a liking to cheese cake even if the chocolate cake tastes so good and the time the both of you spent together were great, you have to move on to satisfy the hunger for something else. This might be a childish comparison for what people go through when friendships simply die out because of change in taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there are new friendships that grow ... new friends that will take you into another road. It's not that new friends are better than old ones but we need other experiences, new insights that these new individuals will offer. New friends who can teach us new things that will help us to grow. There's always a reason why our karmic paths meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that we discharge old friends, but more of we choose the friends we get to keep for life .. who will accept all the changes, who will accept you for who you are and be more forgiving when we fail to live up to their expectations.  If you find these individuals, do not ever let go for they are very difficult to find. Do not let petty moments destroy the years that you have built together. Do not let pride get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True friendship come when silence between two people become comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/37&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-5755829773501956507?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/5755829773501956507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=5755829773501956507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/5755829773501956507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/5755829773501956507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/05/necessary-losses.html' title='Necessary Losses'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-7454437902725581553</id><published>2007-05-16T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:19:32.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only ... but then ...</title><content type='html'>Scenario is like this: When you don't know what you're doing and you get into very difficult situations.  See my position?  Aarghhhhhh!!  I just got into a "sticky" situation and I'm trying to cover up my incompetence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't you sometimes wish you can go back in time and correct a few things that had happened in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe wish that some events didn't happen at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, such experiences make you grow wiser and stronger emotionally and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wishing them away would just leave you with a dull and boring life to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life less ordinary is much preferable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/36&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-7454437902725581553?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7454437902725581553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=7454437902725581553&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/7454437902725581553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/7454437902725581553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-only-but-then.html' title='If only ... but then ...'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-8949958394909051658</id><published>2007-04-30T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:32:57.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>"happiness is everything and anything at all that's loved by you ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I will write about something positive today. So after listening and being inspired by the song, I asked a couple of friends this question" "what is the one thing that makes you happy?". Their replies ranged from the simple to the profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elsie: &lt;/strong&gt;playing with my nieces and nephews never fail to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siong: &lt;/strong&gt;weekends .... 3 days weekend ... the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff: &lt;/strong&gt;girls, jokes, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat: &lt;/strong&gt;giving away something worthwhile anonymously and knowing that someone appreciates the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penny: &lt;/strong&gt;either shopping or a new hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.S.: &lt;/strong&gt;a nice steaming cup of kopi-o kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/35&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-8949958394909051658?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8949958394909051658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=8949958394909051658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8949958394909051658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/8949958394909051658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy Thoughts'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-6308404199447999756</id><published>2007-04-16T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:10:08.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Heart and Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of a broken heart and memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lay broken and wounded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with nothing to show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but pieces of a heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lying scattered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by a wind fierecely blowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;along a sea of sadness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;drowning all traces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moon/34&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-6308404199447999756?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/6308404199447999756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=6308404199447999756&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/6308404199447999756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/6308404199447999756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken-heart-and-memories.html' title='Broken Heart and Memories'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-3755332764650158219</id><published>2007-04-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:49:13.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites</title><content type='html'>Day dreams ..... ahhhhh my days of day dreaming besides sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blogged about my "crush" earlier on, someone whom I always pictured together with me when I daydream. There we would be holding hands or he would have his arms around me, or sometimes, I would just be resting my head on his shoulders and he would have his arms around mine. Whatever picture my mind conjures up, it always exudes happiness, contentent and security. He was clearly my "what might have been" guy. The man you can visualise yourself with but it just never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday though, all the daydreams came to an end. Because yesterday, I have come to learn that I was not his "what might have been" girl. I never was. In fact, I didn't even come close. A bitter pill to swallow but the truth is like that sometimes. It was probably for the best. Now, I wouldn't wonder what might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never would have happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-3755332764650158219?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3755332764650158219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=3755332764650158219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/3755332764650158219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/3755332764650158219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/04/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-2048917313314637687</id><published>2007-04-06T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:17:46.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Control</title><content type='html'>Each person has an image of herself .... a mixture of good and bad traits unless you see yourself as perfect.  Believe me, I have never seen myself as perfect.  Far from it, although one of the things I believe I am is kind.   Sure, I have my off days when I get all temperamental and become a big time B-I-T-C-H but most of the time I think I am a nice person.  But has it ever happened to you that someone you know and for some reason that person sets your blood boiling?  Had been quite sometime since I felt the urge to put out my devil horns until now.  There are times I have to stop myself from blurting out nasty comments when that person speaks.  If I could only raise one eyebrow, I would have done it a million times by now.  There are even times when I felt like nothing more than to wring that person's neck.  Good thing I can control what I say or do.  Hopefully, I can do this until I no longer have to deal with that person any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/32&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-2048917313314637687?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2048917313314637687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=2048917313314637687&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2048917313314637687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2048917313314637687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/04/self-control.html' title='Self Control'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-592960320782621017</id><published>2007-04-02T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T13:21:23.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>I love sleeping. Yesterday I had more than enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is luxury to me. I don't think time spent on sleeping is ever a waste. I don't get enough of it so many times so whenever I get the chance, you know what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think there is another reason why I'm like this. Apart from sleeping, I'm doing alot of daydreaming. That explains why I have not been productive lately. I just want to think about my new "crush". Well, he is someone I like alot but not the kind who would ever be for me. I like him as he is. I think of him as how a man should be. I like his personality, we are not close though he is all nice and I really have this big admiration for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him alot by accident. That's what I have been constantly replaying in my head. Those meetings are strange not becase of their form but of their frequency. How could his passing by a place I happen to pass by at the same moment occur so many times? Of course it doen't mean anything. It's just a happy thought. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-592960320782621017?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/592960320782621017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=592960320782621017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/592960320782621017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/592960320782621017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-5837015545742267736</id><published>2007-03-26T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:20:58.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I THINK I AM FALLING...</title><content type='html'>There's this guy I know recently and he showers me with so much&lt;br /&gt;attention that i am really touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, you say it is &lt;em&gt;LUM&lt;/em&gt; or not when a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) SMS you every morning with a sweet message, followed&lt;br /&gt;by a cheery and equally &lt;em&gt;tim tim mutt mutt&lt;/em&gt; phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Takes you out for lunch whenever he is in the vicinity&lt;br /&gt;of your office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When it is raining and you have no transport to go home, he&lt;br /&gt;drives all the way to take you home even though he works&lt;br /&gt;15 km away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Buys you flowers every now and then, for no reason whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Takes you back to your hometown whenever you want.&lt;br /&gt;Or, if you are back home with your family, he calls and say that&lt;br /&gt;he is coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Buys you a ring on your birthday, but when you hesitate,&lt;br /&gt;he takes out a chain and say he will keep the ring until you are&lt;br /&gt;ready to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Introduces all his friends to you and even bring you to his&lt;br /&gt;company's dos and other official functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Invites you to his parents' home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Whenever you say you don't feel well, got a stomachache or&lt;br /&gt;whatever, he rushes over to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many, many more lovey-dovey things . I am so, so lum.....&lt;br /&gt;can faint already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the 27th Ray of the Sun ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-5837015545742267736?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/5837015545742267736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=5837015545742267736&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/5837015545742267736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/5837015545742267736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/03/help-me-please-i-think-i-am-falling.html' title='I THINK I AM FALLING...'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-7947644504832342440</id><published>2007-03-20T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:09:01.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>How do we perceive things? I sometimes think we create our own world based on our dreams and wishes ... by what we want and hope to have. There have been instances when I had to stop and remind myself to look at things in a more realistic way. I sometimes tell myself that I may be putting too much meaning into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do when you realise that what you have thought to be the truth was not true all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditch reality. My fantasy world's better.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-7947644504832342440?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7947644504832342440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=7947644504832342440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/7947644504832342440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/7947644504832342440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/03/fairy-tales.html' title='Fairy Tales'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-7644365495617091921</id><published>2007-03-05T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:30:48.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two is a crowd</title><content type='html'>Stumbled across this piece of news story the other day while searching for some interesting read. It's one good news story that reveals the weird and wonderfully funniness of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man with two penises loses wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A German who persuaded doctors to give him a second penis has lost his wife after he showed her the result.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biker Michael Gruber, 40, lost his original penis in a motorbike accident and doctors built him a second one using a mixture of skin, bone and other tissues from his own body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The penis worked so well that he was even able to father a child with his wife Bianca, 25, and their son Etienne was born last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Gruber was still not happy and asked doctors to repeat the operation and build him a better organ, to which they agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, before removing the first penis doctors said they needed to make sure the new tissue transplant was a success, and had to leave the first penis in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr Markus Kuentscher, a plastic surgeon at Berlin's Accident Hospital, said: "We left the old one attached until the new one is properly supplied with blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when Gruber showed his wife his double penis, she went home, packed her bags and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From his hospital bed he said: "I've got two penises but no wife, but I am hoping when I get rid of one of the penises I will get her back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His testicles are intact and will be connected to what is actually his third penis when doctors are happy the operation was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His story was  featured on a German TV documentary called The Last Penis Operation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the real punch to this story was the following :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"when Gruber showed his wife his double penis, she went home, packed her bags and left."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-7644365495617091921?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7644365495617091921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=7644365495617091921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/7644365495617091921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/7644365495617091921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/03/two-is-crowd.html' title='Two is a crowd'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-2649570412891690126</id><published>2007-02-27T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:57:29.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship is .....</title><content type='html'>... a party upstairs and the three of us sitting in the soft light eating fried chicken from KFC, drinking cans of Coke and tell love stories. It is the shared moments of laughter in the comfort of one of our homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a text message that reads "I had a great time with you guys" and one that came back saying "2x back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being there when it counts and forgiving when someone can't be. Nothing can take that away no matter how angry we sometimes get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-2649570412891690126?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2649570412891690126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=2649570412891690126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2649570412891690126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/2649570412891690126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/02/friendship-is.html' title='Friendship is .....'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-117004935710952756</id><published>2007-01-29T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:04:54.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduction by words</title><content type='html'>In relation to Missy Sun's earlier post, this is my 2 cents on this blog infatuation thingy. To me, a blog infatuation or crush as you may like to call it conjures up images of a secret love behaviour that often includes a lot of giggling and writing of little love notes. The excitement, secrecy and notes often starts with a slow seduction and in this case, through the power of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl can easily be swept off by words that can stir a range of emotions when she reads the blog. The powerful surge of words coupled perhaps with the blog persona, mystique or a certain photograph or comment can cause the heart to flutter. This fierce attraction, I mean the expert use of words, can give rise to a smile on her face or make her laugh and cry. It is not hard to be attracted to a person by the way he/she writes. It is a delicious yet sometimes a painful addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogsphere is really a strange world, but what harm can it do if we indulge in a little blog crush for a little sensual pleasure of the mind? Afterall, how could anyone feel any attraction for a silhouette in the sand in the absence of any physical or visual effect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-117004935710952756?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/117004935710952756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=117004935710952756&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/117004935710952756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/117004935710952756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/01/seduction-by-words.html' title='Seduction by words'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116982670066413412</id><published>2007-01-26T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:26:12.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG  INFATUATION</title><content type='html'>Is it possible for blog readers to have crushes on bloggers&lt;br /&gt;or vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posing this question becoz I have a girlfriend who is in&lt;br /&gt;this peculiar situation. She has been reading a particular&lt;br /&gt;blog and is a very great fan of a certain blogger. She says&lt;br /&gt;his posts stimulate her senses and affects her in a way she&lt;br /&gt;can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically in every post he writes, she will leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;After his reply, she will just stare and stare at the monitor&lt;br /&gt;and just go to "7th Heaven" smiling and grinning away. But&lt;br /&gt;when he doesn't respond to her comment, she will "kau beh&lt;br /&gt;kau bu" and sulk. Sometimes she will complain and tell me&lt;br /&gt;that her idol is not 'writing right'. God knows what she means&lt;br /&gt;by that, coz I really dun understand her obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say the blogosphere is strange or not? Is there such a&lt;br /&gt;thing as Blog Infatuation?? ..... ...I wonder!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Sun's 26th Ray ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116982670066413412?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116982670066413412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116982670066413412&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116982670066413412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116982670066413412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-infatuation.html' title='BLOG  INFATUATION'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116961156710047487</id><published>2007-01-24T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:06:07.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Lingerie</title><content type='html'>Shopping malls are having another round of sales again ..... this time the pre-chinese new year sales, hence my mood for shopping  ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the mood for lingerie shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want a style that is sporty, sweet, cute, practical or trashy.&lt;br /&gt;I would like a style that exudes the feminine, elegant and sexy look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not particularly &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;new lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;I simply &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;I will wear it to work.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I will be the only person to know that beneath my attire, I am indulging in a secret pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Just for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I will go about by normal day feeling wonderful about my body.&lt;br /&gt;It will be a little sensual and secretive.&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;I will revel in my feminity.&lt;br /&gt;I will do it, just for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you treated yourself to a little wicked indulgence?  Heheheeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/26&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116961156710047487?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116961156710047487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116961156710047487&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116961156710047487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116961156710047487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/01/sexy-lingerie.html' title='Sexy Lingerie'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116851369981559526</id><published>2007-01-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:50:11.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERESTING   CONVERSATION</title><content type='html'>In any friendship, there will be differences of opinion;&lt;br /&gt;but as a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, our conversation varies like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;When it comes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;FOOD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard of that before&lt;br /&gt;Heard of that but havent tasted it yet&lt;br /&gt;Heard it, seen it and eaten it already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Korean Dramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dunno what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Heard of it, but never watched it.&lt;br /&gt;Bought the discs and watched it so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mandarin Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cannot read and cannot write.&lt;br /&gt;Can read but cannot write.&lt;br /&gt;Can read and can write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During the last two weeks,  there was this very frequent&lt;br /&gt;question :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, your streamyx ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem la, I am on the net now. Everything ok.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, my line is bad. Every time get disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;I am the most unlucky.  Can't get in  at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever this kinda talk starts (and there are many&lt;br /&gt;more in the same vein) we just look at one another&lt;br /&gt;and then laugh until tears come to our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some people, two's company, three's a crowd;&lt;br /&gt;but in a friendship like ours,  three's definitely NOT a crowd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Sun's 25th Ray ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116851369981559526?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116851369981559526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116851369981559526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116851369981559526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116851369981559526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/01/interesting-conversation.html' title='INTERESTING   CONVERSATION'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116817644233633228</id><published>2007-01-07T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:24:37.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A QUESTION OF GENDER</title><content type='html'>Yooooohooooooo everyone! It's a brand New Year !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to start off, let's have some fun and laughter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehee...... funnybone time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish,&lt;br /&gt;unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or&lt;br /&gt;feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"House" for example, is feminine : "la casa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pencil" however, is masculine : "el lapiz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?" Instead of giving&lt;br /&gt;the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and&lt;br /&gt;female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether&lt;br /&gt;'computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group&lt;br /&gt;was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the&lt;br /&gt;Feminine gender ('la computadora') because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No one but their creator understands their internal logic;&lt;br /&gt;2) The native language they use to communicate with other&lt;br /&gt;computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;&lt;br /&gt;3) Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for&lt;br /&gt;possible retrieval later;&lt;br /&gt;4) As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The reasons get more interesting....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women's group however, concluded that 'computers' should&lt;br /&gt;be of the Masculine gender ('el computador') because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;&lt;br /&gt;2) They have a lot of data, but still can't think for themselves;&lt;br /&gt;3) They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time&lt;br /&gt;they ARE the problem;&lt;br /&gt;4) As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited&lt;br /&gt;a little while longer, you could have gotten a better model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the women won..... kakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice week ahead, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Sun's 24th Ray ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116817644233633228?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116817644233633228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116817644233633228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116817644233633228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116817644233633228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2007/01/question-of-gender.html' title='A QUESTION OF GENDER'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116727805855613578</id><published>2006-12-28T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T11:54:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are all rowing the boat of fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the waves keep on coming and we can't escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if we ever get lost on our way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the waves would guide us through another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i ever need someone to come along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know you would follow me and keep me strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for those who cared ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So fast, the year 2006 is coming to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember January was just here awhile ago and then February and the other months. Isn't this always the case? We always look back and wonder why time flies. If we can't get the answer, so we keep repeating the question. Sighhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alot had happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sad unhappy tearful frown upset don't-want-to-live ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The happy cheerful laughter mood-lift smile life-is-beautiful ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there were also the fair and unfair ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't have time to recap the events one by one so I will leave it for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy New Year everyone and may the new year brings lots of happiness, joy, good health, less disasters and world peace ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moon/25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116727805855613578?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116727805855613578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116727805855613578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116727805855613578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116727805855613578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-end.html' title='Year End'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116676701798031274</id><published>2006-12-22T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T13:56:57.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The coolest .....</title><content type='html'>Christmas is just round the corner and e-cards and real cards, have been popping through my letter box the last couple of weeks. I received this card yesterday that is so cool I have told everyone I spoke to today about it but you see the problem is that despite my totally graphic description, they just can't appreciate the awesomness of it unless they see it for themselves. Thus I proudly present to you ..... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Banana Dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7464/2202/1600/134737/banana_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7464/2202/320/108058/banana_dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't you think its awesome too! It's like a banana but its a dog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116676701798031274?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116676701798031274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116676701798031274&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116676701798031274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116676701798031274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/12/coolest.html' title='The coolest .....'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116636734957782386</id><published>2006-12-17T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:38:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIRING OF  SURNAMES</title><content type='html'>Kim, my newly married girlfriend ,  told me something the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sun,  I think I don't have to worry any more in the future.  My&lt;br /&gt;married name already tell you why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My hubby's surname is NG and mine is YEOW.    So now&lt;br /&gt;I just shake legs lor....     NG-YEOW !!&lt;br /&gt;(Cantonese  : NG-YEOW means  No Worries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness,   if that's the case, then how about the pairing of&lt;br /&gt;other surnames?    Hahahaa.... suddenly many of my colleagues'&lt;br /&gt;names come to my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some examples   in Cantonese......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAI + LEE     =    LAI-LEE  (blame you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAI  +  SEE   =    LAI-SEE    (shit in the pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOH     +   HAI       =    SOH-HAI   (stupid fella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAM +   CHENG =   THAM-CHENG (talk about love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO       +   FAN       =    HO-FAN  (very bothersome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO       + LEONG   =    HO-LEONG (very cooling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my friends are starting to take note of their own surnames and&lt;br /&gt;that of their partners. And I am also getting some ribbing too coz my&lt;br /&gt;present situation is really funny.... but I will only reveal when it's my&lt;br /&gt;turn to tie the knot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the 23rd Ray of the Sun ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116636734957782386?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116636734957782386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116636734957782386&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116636734957782386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116636734957782386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/12/pairing-of-surnames.html' title='PAIRING OF  SURNAMES'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116603238991451283</id><published>2006-12-14T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T12:07:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIVIDUAL  PREFERENCES</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, we three gals went all a-ga-ga shopping for&lt;br /&gt;Christmas presents and gear for the coming festive celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than clothes, each of us have an obsession when we go&lt;br /&gt;on our shopping splashes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...... I love lingerie ...especially soft, silky, delicate items&lt;br /&gt;(they just turn me on....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon...... she adores handbags.... there's a bag for every occassion...&lt;br /&gt;(she's the smart dresser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star.... I dunno why, she's tall, yet she fancies all the high slinky&lt;br /&gt;footwear...  and short skirts , the shorter the better...&lt;br /&gt;(to show off her long sexy legs, I suppose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyooo...even when we go shopping, our individualities still prevail.&lt;br /&gt;But that's what makes our friendship so unique, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the 22nd ray of the Sun ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116603238991451283?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116603238991451283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116603238991451283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116603238991451283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116603238991451283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/12/individual-preferences.html' title='INDIVIDUAL  PREFERENCES'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116555487644525130</id><published>2006-12-08T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T13:14:36.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>I am feeling moody today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in time when the mood is so low, the words are trapped behind a barrier and the emotions are restrained, waiting to erupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is best not to say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116555487644525130?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116555487644525130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116555487644525130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116555487644525130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116555487644525130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/12/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116522013717777540</id><published>2006-12-04T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:15:37.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>You know, at this moment I don't have a single mind fluffy thing to say here but ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if inspiration comes from surroundings, then I will change the scenery ...&lt;br /&gt;if inspiration comes from within, then I will search a little deeper ...&lt;br /&gt;if inspiration comes from warmth, then I shall sink into a hot shower ...&lt;br /&gt;if inspiration comes from loneliness, then I shall watch a flickering candle light in the dark ...&lt;br /&gt;if inspiration comes from dreams, then I shall close my eyes more often ...&lt;br /&gt;if inspiration comes from emotions, then I must be need of a hug ...&lt;br /&gt;if inspiration comes from a special person, then I am in deep trouble ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116522013717777540?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116522013717777540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116522013717777540&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116522013717777540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116522013717777540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/12/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116495964335863909</id><published>2006-12-01T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:54:03.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to my boss</title><content type='html'>Pleeease let me go home.  I'm soooooo tired    :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116495964335863909?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116495964335863909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116495964335863909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116495964335863909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116495964335863909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/12/note-to-my-boss.html' title='Note to my boss'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116469965398430411</id><published>2006-11-28T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T15:40:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>It's 3.39pm and I need sleep. I am craving slumber. I must get some shut-eye. My body is aching. My mind is wandering. I cannot shut it off. For days I have tried counting sheep. I have tried counting men. Hell, I have counted zzzzzzzzz .......... all to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I will be confusing my inner thoughts with reality. This may lead to some disturbing posts being written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116469965398430411?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116469965398430411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116469965398430411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116469965398430411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116469965398430411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116229622433889015</id><published>2006-10-31T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T11:05:18.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitening Lotions</title><content type='html'>In this part of the world, Asian girls have a funny sort of fascination with being white, and "white" does not mean "fair"; it means "white" like a washed out sheet of photocopy paper. Every single cosmetic company out there in the market promises whitening effects with advertisements of dark skinned girls abound which promise a bleached face-like death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad, they fail to understand that being "white" suits &lt;em&gt;white&lt;/em&gt; people because the pinkish tones in their skins lends better to a healthier overall look. Asians, especially the Chinese have much yellower tones in their skin and more often than not, being too "white" only results in looking either quite green or sick. Ofthen, they are also terrified of the sun and go to great lengths to avoid getting a tan (they call it "getting dark'). They drive with long-sleeved shirts and gloves, use umbrellas when walking outdoors and splatter on whitening lotions while indoors. This obviously leaves them with a distinct deficiency in both sunshine and Vitamin D making them look even more ill than they already do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some spend loads of money on these whitening lotions not realising a chemically-induced "whiteness" bleaches out any sense of colour in their skins when they can get a glowing effect from free sunshine. Anyway, we could always do with more pale looking people in the world ... it makes the rest of us tanned and slightly tanned beauties all the more stunning **wink** **wink**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116229622433889015?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116229622433889015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116229622433889015&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116229622433889015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116229622433889015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/10/whitening-lotions.html' title='Whitening Lotions'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116123371666877677</id><published>2006-10-19T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:55:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys the same size as you</title><content type='html'>I think it is extreme luck to have a boyfriend just the same height and size as you. It make things splendidly convenient; like not having to change the position of the car seat when you drive or having to crane your necks up or down in painful contortions to kiss your beloved because his face is always right there next to yours. When you hug a guy of the same height and size, your bodies fit together like one. His arms, your arms wrap round just where you want them and holding hands are always perfectly easy for your hands are always exactly the same level when you are standing or walking alongside each other. The only downside is the wearing of high heels which will demote the poor guy to shortness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway ... the physical sameness of being the same size temporarily puts you into believing you are even more perfectly matched than just emotionally and mentally. And whenever you cuddle comfortably into his arms for a hug, don't you wonder about those above 6footers who dates 5footer girls? It gets terribly tiresome .. the stooping and tiptoeing and odd angling of body parts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116123371666877677?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116123371666877677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116123371666877677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116123371666877677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116123371666877677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/10/guys-same-size-as-you.html' title='Guys the same size as you'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116084393227310670</id><published>2006-10-15T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:18:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD  LUCK  AND  GOOD  LUCK</title><content type='html'>Monday evening about 10 pm, got a call from my friend, Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tony : Sun, what are you doing? We are feeling bored la.&lt;br /&gt;Want to go Genting or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : Sorry, I am busy la. Anyway, who's going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony : Andy, Sue and Jessica and myself. What u so busy about&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : I'm reading an interesting book la. You know I don't like&lt;br /&gt;going to the casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tony : What la you. We are going to the casino and you tell me&lt;br /&gt;you're reading a book. Lucky you dun wanna come along! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In Cantonese, a book is called 'shuee" which sounds the same as&lt;br /&gt;"losing money')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends at Genting casino .... 1.30 am Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess is the lucky one that night. Barely one hour after playing the&lt;br /&gt;'tiger machines' she won about  a thousand ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy and Sue didn't gamble much. Both of them were busy&lt;br /&gt;'gup ha, gup ha' from table to table, observing the players and&lt;br /&gt;the croupiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony got darn bad luck. Lost a few hundred ringgit and has&lt;br /&gt; only one twenty five ringgit chip left.   Stood near a tai/sai&lt;br /&gt;(big/small) table, looking left and right, searching for good luck. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly spied lucky Jess emerging from the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tony : Jess, you did a small job or big job leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jess : Small one, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tony : Nothing. Just asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he hurried away and placed his last hope on 'sai.' (small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, Tony won that round. And his luck turned&lt;br /&gt;too, coz after that he recouped what he had lost earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony said I gave him the bad luck when I mentioned 'shuee'&lt;br /&gt;but Jess was his 'lucky star' that night. Luckily this was said&lt;br /&gt;in jest otherwise I will sure scold him cukup cukup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dun care who got bad luck or good luck la,  becoz&lt;br /&gt;I dun like gambling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One nice thing though.  Last night, Jess treated  all of us to a&lt;br /&gt;lovely yummy seafood dinner.   Crabs, tiger prawns, anyone???&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;~ the 21st Ray of the Sun ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116084393227310670?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116084393227310670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116084393227310670&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116084393227310670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116084393227310670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-luck-and-good-luck.html' title='BAD  LUCK  AND  GOOD  LUCK'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-116037421731268886</id><published>2006-10-09T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:10:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxers and Briefs</title><content type='html'>Over yesterday's breakfast dim sum of char siew paus, tau sar paus and loh mai kais with Missy Sun and Star, we had a most interesting discussion over an article on Boxers and Briefs that appeared in the papers recently. Miss Star suggested a trip to either the beach or swimming pools to explore on this subject but the idea of guys of various body shapes and sizes parading in front of us and we comparing them in different undergarments is but a mere fantasy, so alternative methods had to be sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after downing cups of hot chinese tea, we set off on a mission ..... to the men's underwear section of a department store to explore the various types of briefs, boxers, g-strings, trunks and more.  Looking at boxers hanging on display was not inspiring so we resorted to ogling at the boxes that these various garments came in .... muscled hunks on the covers of Calvin Klein and Valentino flashed before our innocent *ahem* eyes and not-so-innocent minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking.  And touching.  Ermmmm the sensual touch of cotton or silk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are boxers and briefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxers are loose shorts with a thick all round waistband and usually with a button fly whereas briefs, though not restricted to white, are a snug fit and boxer briefs also known as trunks comes with a tapered cut with a snug fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you prefer boxers to briefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-116037421731268886?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/116037421731268886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=116037421731268886&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116037421731268886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/116037421731268886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/10/boxers-and-briefs.html' title='Boxers and Briefs'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115986943885303999</id><published>2006-10-03T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:38:11.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICKEN OR DUCK?</title><content type='html'>Today,  there was a  hot topic of discussion in the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;Sam, the hunk in the IT department says he is very bored&lt;br /&gt;and jokingly says he is thinking of joining an old profession&lt;br /&gt;......be a 'duck'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His opinion .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Can earn more money - the demand greater than supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Can 'kau' rich lengluis and leng 'tai-tais'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls' opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 5 years down the road will turn into a dried-up old man and&lt;br /&gt;die faster coz sure over-worked wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) most probably be a rich old woman's 'kept man' and live in&lt;br /&gt;a prison with no freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa.... one funny thing leh. One married lady says she wants&lt;br /&gt;to be his first customer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Sam is only pulling our legs. But what if it's true?&lt;br /&gt;No eye see then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm... uhhmm.... are there any 'duck' clubs or agencies around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the 20th Ray of the Sun ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115986943885303999?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115986943885303999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115986943885303999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115986943885303999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115986943885303999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/10/chicken-or-duck.html' title='CHICKEN OR DUCK?'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115908401973201980</id><published>2006-09-24T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:37:20.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting the bill</title><content type='html'>Has been quite a long while since I last wrote here. Heheheee like Missy Sun says I am "so in love" I have been a little bit out of connection with some friends (this I have to make up one of these days) but then again things have not been that rosy as it seems. Missy Sun did an excellent write-up on her ideal man and here is mine ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love&lt;br /&gt;Someone I can talk to and can listen&lt;br /&gt;Someone who understands why I do the things I do&lt;br /&gt;And say the things I say&lt;br /&gt;And write the stuff I write&lt;br /&gt;Someone intelligent, smart, sincere&lt;br /&gt;Someone funny&lt;br /&gt;A joker&lt;br /&gt;Someone sensitive, caring and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;Someone confident&lt;br /&gt;A little bit crazy, sexy and handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ..... will be tough to find a guy like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115908401973201980?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115908401973201980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115908401973201980&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115908401973201980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115908401973201980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/09/fitting-bill.html' title='Fitting the bill'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115859209932974159</id><published>2006-09-19T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:03:28.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SING SONG LUNCH</title><content type='html'>It's lunch hour, I am eating my sandwich and staring at&lt;br /&gt;my pc screen. Then I heard my colleague Anna, singing this&lt;br /&gt;kiddies' nursery rhyme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu, satu, sayanglah ibu&lt;br /&gt;Dua, dua, sayang bapak juga&lt;br /&gt;Tiga, tiga, sayang adik-beradik&lt;br /&gt;Satu, dua, tiga, sayang lah semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next, came a deep male voice, it was&lt;br /&gt;Alex, our Marketing Executive who just walked in.&lt;br /&gt;He added some sparks to the song that had us all laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu, satu, emak buka baju&lt;br /&gt;Dua, dua, bapak tutup pintu&lt;br /&gt;Tiga, tiga, dua jadi satu&lt;br /&gt;Satu, dua, tiga, dapat adik baru!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the 19th Ray of the Sun -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115859209932974159?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115859209932974159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115859209932974159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115859209932974159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115859209932974159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/09/sing-song-lunch.html' title='SING SONG LUNCH'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115806004695367059</id><published>2006-09-12T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:09:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE IDEAL MAN TO HAVE</title><content type='html'>It takes all kinds of people to make the world, and every girl has&lt;br /&gt;her own idea of what kinda guy she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know my idea of an ideal guy? ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;must be UNMARRIED (very important)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prefer that he ask me for a date first&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shouldn't keep me waiting by the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not be an alcoholic - a social drinker is fine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shouldn't be addicted to gambling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is not afraid to talk about the future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;makes me feel sexually desirable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;should be kind, loving and patient &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trust me wholly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love me lots and lots (most important)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waahahaaa.... so many reasons. If I add any more, sure all the guys will run far, far away from me. But love has no reasons..... when it happens, it happens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ the 18th Ray of the Sun ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115806004695367059?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115806004695367059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115806004695367059&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115806004695367059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115806004695367059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/09/ideal-man-to-have.html' title='THE IDEAL MAN TO HAVE'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115763935321028780</id><published>2006-09-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:58:34.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SECRET DESIRE</title><content type='html'>This evening after gym, went out with some friends to&lt;br /&gt;"Victoria Station" for dinner and later we adjourned to&lt;br /&gt;"Shall we Meet" for yum cha and to update each other&lt;br /&gt;on our ongoings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all of us are still single , independent, having good careers,&lt;br /&gt;this topic came up for hot discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we career girls secretly desire? Underneath that tough&lt;br /&gt;exterior we present to the world, besides brains and beauty,&lt;br /&gt;material possessions and money, what do we really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... unanimous answer given is we yearn for a good reliable&lt;br /&gt;stable man, a home sweet home and a happy family of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh to admit, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoohoo guys! Does this statement make you all happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the 17th Ray of the Sun ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115763935321028780?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115763935321028780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115763935321028780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115763935321028780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115763935321028780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/09/secret-desire.html' title='SECRET DESIRE'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115665861771268710</id><published>2006-08-27T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:07:24.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE  HAPPY...</title><content type='html'>one can be happy, one can be sad&lt;br /&gt;it all depends on this and that&lt;br /&gt;what does it take for one to smile&lt;br /&gt;and be happy even for a little while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few words i read somewhere ages ago&lt;br /&gt;they've been playing in my mind a week or so&lt;br /&gt;i wish to share them here with everyone&lt;br /&gt;hope they're just as meaningful to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Work like you don't need the money&lt;br /&gt;Love like you've never been hurt&lt;br /&gt;Dance like nobody's watching&lt;br /&gt;Sing like nobody's listening&lt;br /&gt;Live like it's Heaven on Earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the 16th Ray of the Sun ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115665861771268710?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115665861771268710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115665861771268710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115665861771268710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115665861771268710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/08/be-happy.html' title='BE  HAPPY...'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115652049123735997</id><published>2006-08-25T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:23:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGHTER IS THE BEST</title><content type='html'>Absolutely lovely.....it's Friday again. Time for R &amp;amp; R and some&lt;br /&gt;light humour ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke No. 1 - STRANGE DISEASES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman on the lookout for male company entered a pub, ordered&lt;br /&gt;a drink and surveyed the room. She spotted a man seated all alone&lt;br /&gt;by himself, went over to him and managed to convince him to check&lt;br /&gt;into a hotel room together for a steamy session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the man took off his shoes and socks, she noticed that his toes&lt;br /&gt;look very strange and so she asked, "What's wrong with your toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained, "When I was a kid, I had a disease which disfigured&lt;br /&gt;them. It was called &lt;em&gt;toe-lio."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see." The woman forgot about the toes coz the man was taking&lt;br /&gt;off his trousers and she noticed his knees looked strange too. "What's&lt;br /&gt;wrong with your knees?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was a kid, I had an bad attack of &lt;em&gt;knee-sles."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the man took off his briefs and the woman noticed another&lt;br /&gt;disparity. This time she remarked, "Let me guess the disease now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small-cox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke No. 2 -  &lt;strong&gt; NOT  REALLY  BLIND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lady Boss is having her office renovated and as she has a tight&lt;br /&gt;budget, she asks her two young maids to paint it.  Before they start,&lt;br /&gt;she warned them not to get any paint on their clothes.  So the two&lt;br /&gt;girls decide to lock the door and paint in the nude.  They were in the&lt;br /&gt;midst of painting when  they hear a knock on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there?"   they asked nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blind man,"   came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that there is no harm in letting a blind man into the room,&lt;br /&gt;they opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lovely tits!"   the man exclaimed.   "Now where do you want me to&lt;br /&gt;put  these blinds?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a super duper weekend, cheeriooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the 15th ray of the Sun ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115652049123735997?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115652049123735997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115652049123735997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115652049123735997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115652049123735997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/08/laughter-is-best.html' title='LAUGHTER IS THE BEST'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115574409974643518</id><published>2006-08-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:53:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATES  AND YOUR AGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/chocs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/320/chocs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/chocs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/320/chocs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;YUMMY YUMMY CHOCOLATES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;DARK CHOCOLATES, WHITE CHOCOLATES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Had a dinner appointment with some friends recently. I arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;rather early with my friend Elena and was twiddling my thumbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;impatiently waiting for the others to arrive. Seeing my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;impatience,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Elena played this little maths game with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many times a week do you like to eat chocolates? (Choose from 1 to 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;2. Multiply that number by 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;3. Add 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;4. Multiply by 50 (hehee.... no calculator? Use your h/p la..) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;5. If you have had your birthday in 2006, add 1756. If you haven't celebrated your birthday yet, add 1755.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;6. Now minus the year you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;AHA .......now the answer. You should have a three digit number. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The first digit is the number of times you like to eat chocolates in a week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The other two digits are .........YOUR AGE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;Just a little game, but it sure turned a boring wait to some moments of fun and laughter. Thanks Elena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;~ the 14th Ray of the Sun ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115574409974643518?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115574409974643518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115574409974643518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115574409974643518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115574409974643518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/08/chocolates-and-your-age.html' title='CHOCOLATES  AND YOUR AGE'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115520038868127055</id><published>2006-08-10T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:12:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE  BUSY  BEES</title><content type='html'>Kroom.... krooom.... kroooomm..... there goes the sound of my&lt;br /&gt;vacuum cleaner.... cleaning all the dust and cobwebs from this&lt;br /&gt;blog.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuuupppp...... it's been such a long time since we girls have&lt;br /&gt;logged on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy chasing after my career, making some progress.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the corporate ladder is not an easy task - takes a big&lt;br /&gt;toll on my time and correlating between work and social life&lt;br /&gt;is sure taxing. But my work gives me real satisfaction, and now&lt;br /&gt;that it is paying dividends, I am not complaining.......&lt;em&gt;No Sirreee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon is sooooo in love and busy paktor-ing, she hardly has time&lt;br /&gt;for Star and me. The past three weeks, we've only seen her twice -&lt;br /&gt;that's how much she misses us. Haiiihhh.... guess boyfriend is more&lt;br /&gt;important than girlfriends at the moment.........(&lt;em&gt;Sad!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Star, she's on leave and happily gallivanting here and there.&lt;br /&gt;One week in Shanghai, another week in Hong Kong..... how nice!&lt;br /&gt;Wish I can take the time off to go shopping too........ (&lt;em&gt;big sigh!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we are  busier then the bees !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the 13th ray of the Sun ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115520038868127055?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115520038868127055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115520038868127055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115520038868127055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115520038868127055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-busy-bees.html' title='THREE  BUSY  BEES'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115332098369725934</id><published>2006-07-19T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:45:32.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOPITIAM  HUMOUR</title><content type='html'>A group of teenage schoolboys entered a kopitiam near&lt;br /&gt;their school. The owner, a bent old man in his 70's , was&lt;br /&gt;busy arguing with his wife at the back of the shop, and so&lt;br /&gt;the boisterous students shouted out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Boy: "Uncle, Coke!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Boy: "Uncle, Coke!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Boy: "Uncle, Coke!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man ambled slowly to the table where the boys were&lt;br /&gt;seated and started to grumble loudly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coca-cola jao kong Coca-cola. Coke coke coke.. lei dey yim&lt;br /&gt;ngor ng gao coke ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Translation: Coca-cola, say Coca-cola. You think I am not&lt;br /&gt;bengkok enough?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy 1: Aiyo, Uncle in bad mood today. Say Coke also get&lt;br /&gt;scolding from him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four women were having lunch in a kopitiam. When the&lt;br /&gt;waiter came to take orders for drinks, one woman said she&lt;br /&gt;wanted barley water. Then, just as the waiter was about to&lt;br /&gt;leave the table, she spoke up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wei, ngor oi jah wor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looked at her with a smile and said laughingly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tai tai, kong ho ho ley. Lei yiu barley jah, hai ng hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was so embarrassed, she only nodded her head.&lt;br /&gt;All she wanted was the barley pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~   the  12th Ray of the Sun ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115332098369725934?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115332098369725934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115332098369725934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115332098369725934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115332098369725934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/07/kopitiam-humour.html' title='KOPITIAM  HUMOUR'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115280673233503169</id><published>2006-07-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:05:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/guilty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/200/guilty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For allowing myself a few moments to dream.&lt;br /&gt;For having hope instead of despair.&lt;br /&gt;For indulging in life's unexpected pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;For allowing my feelings to overrule my logic.&lt;br /&gt;For enjoying the moment instead of questioning it.&lt;br /&gt;For riding the roller coaster without expecting to fall.&lt;br /&gt;For floating in the realms of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;For believing the unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115280673233503169?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115280673233503169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115280673233503169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115280673233503169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115280673233503169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/07/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115211453932828442</id><published>2006-07-05T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T01:04:22.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow! I have been absent for more than a month from&lt;br /&gt;blogging and before I knew it, the second half of the&lt;br /&gt;year of 2006 has gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in the office the World Cup fever is catching up&lt;br /&gt;with everyone. A betting list is being circulated to&lt;br /&gt;indicate who will emerge as winner in tonite's  match&lt;br /&gt;FRANCE vs PORTUGAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have the slightest interest nor understand why&lt;br /&gt;generally men  love this kind of sport ...just kicking ball..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I did not want to spoil the majority  moods and&lt;br /&gt;their  "high",   so  I take on FRANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? ...... just a simple  sentimental reason  cos' I once&lt;br /&gt;received a birthday gift which had this engraving : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FRANCE = Friendship Remains and Never Can End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just gonna keep my fingers crossed that I get to&lt;br /&gt;win the FREE PIZZA &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 10 twinkle star ~&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/21757592-115211453932828442?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115211453932828442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115211453932828442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115211453932828442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115211453932828442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/07/france.html' title='FRANCE'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115138941439662931</id><published>2006-06-27T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:23:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye of the Beholder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/eyes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/200/eyes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraction is a personal thing, a private thing, between two people. Just like "Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder", attraction is a chemical, physical and emotional thing. Attraction happens when you first "notice" a member of the opposite sex. This can happen on first meeting or contact or after knowing some one for 10 years. It is a mental and chemical magic rolled up in a barrel of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find a man sexy and attractive who is confident and intelligent. I like gentlemen with wicked wits who can show me just a peek of naughtiness. An attractive man to me is one who can discuss current events and give opinion that does not include what someone else had said, a man who can think for himself cos the number one sexual organ is, afterall, the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115138941439662931?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115138941439662931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115138941439662931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115138941439662931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115138941439662931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/06/eye-of-beholder.html' title='Eye of the Beholder'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115104194892691786</id><published>2006-06-23T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:52:30.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE  5  B's</title><content type='html'>Have you have heard of the latest from Ah Lian and Ah Huey?&lt;br /&gt;They were heard having a talk in a kopitiam lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ah Lian :&lt;/span&gt; I tell you ah, that fat Ah Beng you got is not good enuf lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah Huey&lt;/span&gt;: Why no good? He is very good to me wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ah Lian &lt;/span&gt;: Aiyo, you dunno how to choose ah? He only got 5 C's lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah Huey&lt;/span&gt;: 5 C's no good meh? Got cash, car, credit card, career and&lt;br /&gt;condominium. Very comfortable oledi. I happy liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ah Lian&lt;/span&gt; : Aiyo, you so stupid lah. 5 C's where got enuf? Now standard go&lt;br /&gt;up lah. People say it is 5 B's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah Huey&lt;/span&gt;: Eh? How come I dunno wan? What 5 B's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ah Lian &lt;/span&gt;: My friend tell me wan. Come, I tell you........*whisper*&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;the 5 B's ...... Big bank account, Businessman, BMW, Bungalow, nice BODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hee ...... wonder how many Ah Bengs can fit this category!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the 11th Ray of the Sun ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-115104194892691786?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115104194892691786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115104194892691786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115104194892691786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115104194892691786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/06/5-bs.html' title='THE  5  B&apos;s'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-115017807767200083</id><published>2006-06-13T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:19:56.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUY  AND  BYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/400/laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I saw a friend holding&lt;br /&gt;her handphone in the palm of her&lt;br /&gt;hand. She was reading an sms and&lt;br /&gt;laughing away at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her what was so&lt;br /&gt;amusing, she told me these two jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who Buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chee received a letter of promotion and he felt so happy&lt;br /&gt;that he went to the bakery and bought a cake. He cut it and&lt;br /&gt;placed a slice of the cake on the desks of some of his&lt;br /&gt;close colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter came into the room, saw the piece of cake on his desk&lt;br /&gt;and asked his neighbour Maureen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maureen, this cake on my desk, who buy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and without blinking an eye, Maureen answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Chee buy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Bye Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Ji (little chick) lives with her mum Lao Ji (old hen).&lt;br /&gt;One day, Xiao Ji wanted to go out and as she was leaving,&lt;br /&gt;she said six words to her mum which made Lao Ji very&lt;br /&gt;angry and she slapped Xiao Ji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess the six words which Xiao Ji said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it's very easy...........&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;Got it or not? ............ hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:   &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Lao  Ji,  Bye!     Lao  Ji,  Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting the words in the above picture:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the 10th Ray of the Sun ~&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/21757592-115017807767200083?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/115017807767200083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=115017807767200083&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115017807767200083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/115017807767200083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/06/buy-and-bye.html' title='BUY  AND  BYE'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114956766430250578</id><published>2006-06-06T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:21:04.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On Baby Light My Fire ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/matchstick3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/200/matchstick3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships aren't easy, by any stretch of the imagination. Even the best ones require effort and attention. Sometimes, whether by neglect or circumstances, things get stale, dull and you need to kick-start your relationship, add some spark. There are many things one can do to try to add some sizzle to that flame, from "date nights" to surprise seductions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night, AL came over unexpectedly, much to my delight 'cos he was attending a out-of-town seminar earlier in the day. When he and I saw each other, our eyes locked for a moment, and he flashed me that devilish grin of his, the one that always makes me blush like a little girl. It was instant "whoosh". It took all of 5 seconds, and it happens all the time. That grin conveyed a message to me ... it tells me that he desires me, that he loves me, that he wants me to know. It's in his attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't need to take me on a date night for us to connect, although date nights can be alot of fun. But date nights once or twice a week can't give you the kind of spark that comes from everyday efforts at showing your love, appreciation and desire. I like a roaring bonfire but I prefer a steady flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114956766430250578?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114956766430250578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114956766430250578&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114956766430250578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114956766430250578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/06/come-on-baby-light-my-fire.html' title='Come On Baby Light My Fire ....'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114908392830649101</id><published>2006-05-31T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:47:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAR  TWINKLES  AGAIN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you happy, love makes you sad&lt;br /&gt;Makes you feel good, at times feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel like talking&lt;br /&gt;I was inwardly sulking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No appetite for eating&lt;br /&gt;Just in the mood for crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.... it was not a break-up&lt;br /&gt;We've already make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you pals !!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June will be a new beginning. "June" is a nice name too.&lt;br /&gt;Star will twinkle once again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 9 twinkle stars ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114908392830649101?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114908392830649101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114908392830649101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114908392830649101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114908392830649101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/05/star-twinkles-again.html' title='STAR  TWINKLES  AGAIN !'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114880601694550079</id><published>2006-05-28T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:25:55.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE AND ALL ITS PROBLEMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/yr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/400/yr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STAR IS OUT OF LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOON IS STILL SO IN LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN IS NEITHER IN NOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF LOVE ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, Moon and I have to console Star because&lt;br /&gt;she is nursing a broken heart. We don't know the actual&lt;br /&gt;reason for the break-up and this makes it harder for us to&lt;br /&gt;reason with her. She is not eating much and not talking&lt;br /&gt;much too, so you can imagine how frustrating it is for Moon&lt;br /&gt;and myself to get through to her. Haih........what do you get&lt;br /&gt;when you fall in love....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th ray of the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114880601694550079?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114880601694550079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114880601694550079&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114880601694550079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114880601694550079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-and-all-its-problems.html' title='LOVE AND ALL ITS PROBLEMS'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114831193499516998</id><published>2006-05-22T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:32:15.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realms of the Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/Scenic_Backroad_New_Hampshire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/320/Scenic_Backroad_New_Hampshire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thoughts. Dreams. Fantasies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How much more enjoyable it would be if we could just close our eyes momentarily, shut out the world at will and slip into our dream zone, without any sign of reality infringing upon our thoughts. But life has a way of weaving itself into our dreams and placing undue restrictions onto our fantasies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It requires a little give and take, such as setting a convincing scene, establishing an element of reality before we delve deeper and simply enjoy a fantasy we have constructed to be replayed time and time again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does it have to be this way? Dreaming of impossibilities, flying without wings or achieving the unachievable?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every night as darkness sets over my eyes, I enter a world without boundaries, with no limits to the imagination and just before I drift into a peaceful slumber, I turn impossible dreams into a form of reality. My mind is such a happy place .........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moon/12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114831193499516998?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114831193499516998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114831193499516998&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114831193499516998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114831193499516998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/05/realms-of-mind.html' title='Realms of the Mind'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114787782949948177</id><published>2006-05-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:37:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Crushes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushes ... many of us have them yet few of us are keen to openly talk about them. Be it the offfice hunk we adore from afar, an ardent fantasy guy, a fictional character we have invented, a famous person or celebrity, or heaven forbid, someone who is known to us in real life; having a crush on someone &lt;em&gt;unattainable&lt;/em&gt; is far more common than we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic crushes that sweeps us off our feet and into our dream zone plays a pivotal role throughout our lives. They serve a specific purpose, providing us with the means to safely dream about someone else in the safety and comfort of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to list and analyse my crushes todate (no, I'm not telling!!), I would see no consistency except for one factor: briefness. They are replaceable and they have a use by date, as soon as a more worthy person comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reflection has taught me an invaluable lesson in reality. Regardless of any emotional attachment, we are not immune from feeling an unexplained attraction for another person and making them our unattainable objects of desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114787782949948177?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114787782949948177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114787782949948177&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114787782949948177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114787782949948177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/05/crushes-crushes.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114769023423460189</id><published>2006-05-15T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:50:34.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Absence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, it has been quite awhile since I last blog. In between my busy working hours and meeting up with my new love, I have almost forgotten about this joint blog I share with my two best pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have of late developed rather obsessive one-sided love affairs with random people but this differs vastly from my being in love now as my new love still holds a strong monopoly over my heart and all its attached arteries. It drives me crazy at times but oooooh it is terrribly fun to have crushes, isn't it?? It keeps us on our toes and makes for spectacular conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114769023423460189?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114769023423460189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114769023423460189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114769023423460189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114769023423460189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/05/absence-oh-dear-it-has-been-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114732378911389698</id><published>2006-05-11T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:45:37.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Came across this poem and wish to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;share these few lines which I like:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take time to think&lt;br /&gt;It is the source of power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to read&lt;br /&gt;It is the foundation of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to play&lt;br /&gt;It is the secret of staying young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to be aware&lt;br /&gt;It is the opportunity to help others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to laugh&lt;br /&gt;It is the music of the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to dream&lt;br /&gt;it is what the future is made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to love and to be loved&lt;br /&gt;It is God's greatest gift "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to ..... &lt;em&gt;(what would you like to do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodie... long weekend holidays ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good time everyone!   Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 8 twinkle stars ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114732378911389698?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114732378911389698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114732378911389698&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114732378911389698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114732378911389698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/05/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114697854147826282</id><published>2006-05-07T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:23:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WISHFUL  THINKING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/rose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/400/rose2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, our bonding sessions have been few&lt;br /&gt;and far between due to our grinding work&lt;br /&gt;schedules and irregular dating patterns.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that we phone each other&lt;br /&gt;quite often (I think our phone calls are&lt;br /&gt;more regular than our bfs!) I still miss the&lt;br /&gt;company of my two good friends. So, when&lt;br /&gt;Moon called on Monday inviting me (and Star too)&lt;br /&gt;for a sleepover at her place, I jumped at the&lt;br /&gt;opportunity for a cosy get-together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually our meet-ups are very gossipy; catching up on things&lt;br /&gt;happening around our circle of friends, our work and what-is&lt;br /&gt;and what-nots. But this time, the main topic of conversation&lt;br /&gt;veered towards Christine's upcoming wedding in October.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, this started us on a suggestion which sounded&lt;br /&gt;quite all right when we were sipping our red wine that night but&lt;br /&gt;now seems more like wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine...the three of us... synchronizing the following events:&lt;br /&gt;-Getting married&lt;br /&gt;-Honeymooning&lt;br /&gt;-Even experiencing Motherhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be a scream if this togetherness thing were to happen?&lt;br /&gt;If it happens, most probably it will take a year or two or maybe&lt;br /&gt;longer because I think we are just not ready to join the matrimonial&lt;br /&gt;queue right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will it happen? I wonder......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the 8th ray of the Sun *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114697854147826282?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114697854147826282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114697854147826282&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114697854147826282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114697854147826282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/05/wishful-thinking_07.html' title='WISHFUL  THINKING!'/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114649466725638081</id><published>2006-05-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:48:49.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PERFECT GIFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieves tension&lt;br /&gt;Improve blood flow&lt;br /&gt;Reduces stress&lt;br /&gt;Non Pollution&lt;br /&gt;Help self esteem&lt;br /&gt;Generates goodwill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely no cost&lt;br /&gt;No batteries required&lt;br /&gt;Non-taxable&lt;br /&gt;Silent performance&lt;br /&gt;Extremely personal&lt;br /&gt;Fully returnable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S A HUG !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 7 twinkle star ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114649466725638081?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114649466725638081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114649466725638081&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114649466725638081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114649466725638081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/05/perfect-gift-relieves-tension-improve.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114581579321880141</id><published>2006-04-24T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T02:53:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/rose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/320/rose.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BRIDESMAID AGAIN !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Christine called me on Thursday to tell me&lt;br /&gt;that she is getting hitched in October and she asked me to&lt;br /&gt;be her bridesmaid. Of course I agreed without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;I simply love weddings and I feel so honoured that she&lt;br /&gt;wants me to share her joy on the most important day of&lt;br /&gt;her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, this will be my second time as a bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;The first was the occasion of Judy's wedding two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a beautiful wedding. The mere thought of it also&lt;br /&gt;evokes a lot of lovely memories. Plus the fact that I met a great&lt;br /&gt;guy there. He was the best man then, a close buddy of the groom,&lt;br /&gt;and is now my very dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I feel so happy for Christine. Hers is really a whirlwind courtship&lt;br /&gt;because they only got acquainted last year. I know it as I was sort of&lt;br /&gt;instrumental in their meeting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh..... but that's a story which will keep for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the 7th ray of the Sun *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114581579321880141?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114581579321880141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114581579321880141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114581579321880141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114581579321880141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/04/bridesmaid-again-my-good-friend_24.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114524331962154532</id><published>2006-04-17T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:28:29.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Takes my breath away .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back, I have been talking to friends about a guy I have been seeing for a few weeks now and how things were clicking for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smells nice all the time, makes me swoon and want to eat him. Smell, I think, can be one of the most intense elements of a physical connection - not so just for the swooning but for the cosy, comfort and simultaneous sensuality that it evokes deep in your lusty self. For as you breathe in his smell, you breathe a special intimate part of him too. When he leaves, it is the smell that he leaves behind that will keep him to me and it is the sudden passing smells of him that create great pangs of missing in the middle of a shuffling, bustling crowd. And the smells I mean have nothing to do with the Calvin Klein or Armani variety. It is that individual smell, a personal smell that really jumps out at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114524331962154532?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114524331962154532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114524331962154532&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114524331962154532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114524331962154532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/04/takes-my-breath-away.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114509638466949994</id><published>2006-04-15T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:30:55.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A NEW HUNK IN THE OFFICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, when I was taking a breather in the pantry, enjoying&lt;br /&gt;a nice cuppa, a tall good-looking Caucasian guy came into the room.&lt;br /&gt;He headed straight for the vending machine, got a can of Cola and then&lt;br /&gt;walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have been pretty stressed out the past few weeks and haven't&lt;br /&gt;updated myself with the office grapevine. Eeek, what have I been missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curiosity aroused, I popped over to our Miss Know-All's place in&lt;br /&gt;the IT section and learnt that the new face is a management trainee&lt;br /&gt;from Germany and will be based at our branch for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like things are perking up at the work place. Last month there was&lt;br /&gt;a nice looking addition to the sales team.  New staff, especially handsome&lt;br /&gt;ones, sure tickles my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... maybe it's time for me to brush up my rusty German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the 6th ray of the Sun *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114509638466949994?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114509638466949994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114509638466949994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114509638466949994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114509638466949994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-hunk-in-office-just-other-day-when.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114483634215859681</id><published>2006-04-12T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:41:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANTING .... (So Fed-up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times moods and emotions get the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy, more busy than the bees during the past week.&lt;br /&gt;24 hours a day seem insufficient for me. If only I could put a&lt;br /&gt;"hold" on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone is so tied-up and working under pressure from the Boss&lt;br /&gt;who had turned to be quite intolerable and unreasonable at times.&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple "Good Morning, Boss" gets a blunt retort as&lt;br /&gt;"What's so good about the morning ?" unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;But, what to do, Bosses are right all the time. In rare cases, if they are not,&lt;br /&gt;also does not mean you are right either. *(Samuel Hui : half kati = 8 taels song)&lt;br /&gt;playing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a yoyo. Ups and downs. Full of trials and tribulations.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a stage. Sometimes people are very good actors and actresses.&lt;br /&gt;Only know how to talk bad about others, but not themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to learn and put into practice:-&lt;br /&gt;Instead of crying in the rain to be the one whistling in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of seeing something is wrong, must learn to think positively&lt;br /&gt;and look at the brighter side to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Lim suggested, "why don't we put the Boss into the blender&lt;br /&gt;and blend him ?" ......wakakaka !!! .......Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 6 twinkle star ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114483634215859681?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114483634215859681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114483634215859681&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114483634215859681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114483634215859681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/04/ranting.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114456741632227764</id><published>2006-04-09T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T15:27:34.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A kiss is just a kiss or is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we went out again last night and hopefully more frequently should his or rather my schedule permits. He is REALLY busy, as he is working almost like 18 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rarely spoke on the phone (perhaps once in two days?) but SMS quite frequently. I don't call him as I don't want to inconvenience him while he is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so far these past couple of dates have been very interesting...flirting alot and having lots of laughs together. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying it as it is .... (for now!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114456741632227764?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114456741632227764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114456741632227764&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114456741632227764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114456741632227764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/04/kiss-is-just-kiss-or-is-it-okay-so-we.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114422377637806870</id><published>2006-04-05T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:56:16.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What to expect after the first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new chapter has begun .....  I had loads of fun and I do like him and I don't want to mess things up. Don't want to be viewed as "easy" either  .. *worried* ..  cos that won't bring me far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised when at the end of the night outside my house, he held my hand and lightly kissed it.  So much so that I didn't know how to respond.  I was a little shy ... (but my heart was really racing!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help .. what status am I now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114422377637806870?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114422377637806870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114422377637806870&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114422377637806870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114422377637806870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-to-expect-after-first-kiss-new.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114408919697697714</id><published>2006-04-04T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:16:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*&lt;strong&gt; AH BENG &amp; AH LIAN LOVE LETTERS *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/ahbeng.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/400/ahbeng.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/1600/ahlian.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7464/2202/320/ahlian.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note:  Above  cute love letters received in an e-mail &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114408919697697714?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114408919697697714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114408919697697714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114408919697697714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114408919697697714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/04/ah-beng-ah-lian-love-letters-note.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114356373575076481</id><published>2006-03-29T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:03:42.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Significance of Number Eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim : Star, nowadays kids are rather smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ya , why so ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim : Last week I was doing a report card review session with&lt;br /&gt;my son, Eric who is in Standard Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Lim: Boy ..... . show me your report card&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAT?? har???&lt;br /&gt;Why position 11 in class ?&lt;br /&gt;What did I tell you? Don't fall below 10 right? But always aim to achieve 1&lt;br /&gt;(Mrs Lim reaching for the rotan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric : But mum wait..... you said aim to get 1, and mum since you like it so,&lt;br /&gt;I got you two 1 (s) instead of one ( looking at his mum innocently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim : *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim : *grinning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result : Eric got away from caning, saved by an extra 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.... . On the same token, do you have any number that give you the&lt;br /&gt;special effects to it? As for me, I love the number (2).&lt;br /&gt;As my chinese name ends with "yee".&lt;br /&gt;A peace loving and easy going person? ** winks * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 5 twinkle star ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114356373575076481?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114356373575076481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114356373575076481&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114356373575076481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114356373575076481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/03/significance-of-number-eleven-mrs-lim.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114326409671518539</id><published>2006-03-25T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:06:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAKKA RIDDLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a simple riddle which Hakka-moi learned when small&lt;br /&gt;She says her clan-folks also know it, this is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah gung gao, ah por ai&lt;br /&gt;Ah gung orr ngiow&lt;br /&gt;Ah por khai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very easy, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a cool weekend, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Translation (added on 26/3/06)&lt;br /&gt;"Grandpa is tall, grandma is short&lt;br /&gt;When grandpa wees, grandma carries it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the 5th ray of the sun -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114326409671518539?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114326409671518539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114326409671518539&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114326409671518539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114326409671518539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/03/hakka-riddle-here-is-simple-riddle.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114291855852200054</id><published>2006-03-21T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:14:57.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Viva La Difference III - The Final Episode&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what we have so much to talk about&lt;br /&gt;With all our differences and contrasts, for crying out loud&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a marvellous thing and I silently thank fate&lt;br /&gt;For letting us meet and bond together, it's never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our roots are urban - south, centre and east&lt;br /&gt;J.P.K. are the towns we go home to feast&lt;br /&gt;Holidays and occasions they are always on our list&lt;br /&gt;Home and family we can't help but miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who reads this will think it is funny&lt;br /&gt;Believe you me , it's true but crazy&lt;br /&gt;One of us is Hakka, another Hokkien&lt;br /&gt;The other is Cantonese, the dialect we most comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stand to attention, it's like Do-Re-Mi&lt;br /&gt;La Petite is at five two, anyone can see&lt;br /&gt;The Beauty is tall at five and six&lt;br /&gt;Duckling is at middle four, what a mix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food I like are always healthy and fruity&lt;br /&gt;Moon usually prefers them hot and spicy&lt;br /&gt;Star enjoys food that are preferably fried and crispy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we all love Hokkien mee...black, gooey and yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One drinks tea - green, black, whatever kind she doesn't mind&lt;br /&gt;Another loves coffee - the good black local Kopitiam kind&lt;br /&gt;The other likes drinks that are either cold or icy&lt;br /&gt;Medan Selera SS2 is our meeting place for ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us is a realist, very down-to-earth&lt;br /&gt;Compare her to another who's a dreamer since birth&lt;br /&gt;Yet another who believes in the goodness of everyone&lt;br /&gt;When we get together, there's lots of arguments and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe ourselves is not easy you know&lt;br /&gt;Can sound quite unbelievable also with no pictures to show&lt;br /&gt;But truth is stranger than fiction, as many will vow&lt;br /&gt;My story's finito, adios now I take my bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the 4th ray of the Sun*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114291855852200054?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114291855852200054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114291855852200054&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114291855852200054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114291855852200054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/03/viva-la-difference-iii-final-episode.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114275263147197688</id><published>2006-03-19T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T15:17:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Strangeness of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe love is the strangest thing &lt;br /&gt;touching your heart to make it sing;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe the joy it brings &lt;br /&gt;till you walk on air, so it seems.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is enough to make you feel kind &lt;br /&gt;then at times it tweaks your mind;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels so well designed &lt;br /&gt;but rarely can a person define.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when love lifts you so high &lt;br /&gt;other days you'd just rather die;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sometimes makes you wonder why &lt;br /&gt;but you don't quit and say, "good-bye."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just as fast it can make you see &lt;br /&gt;you'd be a fool to think you'd leave;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a gilded gift that we weave &lt;br /&gt;then give our all the same to receive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how can something feel so right &lt;br /&gt;and fill your heart with such delight  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then show you all the doubts in sight &lt;br /&gt;that won't give up without a fight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the strangest state you will see &lt;br /&gt;but there's no place I would rather be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... Moon/06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114275263147197688?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114275263147197688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114275263147197688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114275263147197688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114275263147197688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/03/strangeness-of-love-i-believe-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114231494474432819</id><published>2006-03-14T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:42:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship vs. Love  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is when you feel like you are the only two around   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is being close even when you are far apart  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is when you can still feel their hand on your heart when they  are not near   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is hoping that they experience the very best  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is when you bring them the very best   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship occupies your mind  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love occupies your soul   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is knowing that you will always try to be there when in  need  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is when you will give up everything to be at their side   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is a warm smile in the winter  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is a warming touch that sends a pulse through your heart   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is a beautiful smile to which nothing compares  A tender laugh, which opens your heart  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A single touch that melts away your fears  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A voice that reminds you of the innocence of youth   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship can survive without love  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love cannot live without friendship   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..... Moon/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114231494474432819?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114231494474432819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114231494474432819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114231494474432819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114231494474432819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/03/friendship-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114191906616447159</id><published>2006-03-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T02:02:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OFFICE HUMOUR - Mind Your Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;phone conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razali : Good morning, XYZ Co. You looking for Mr. Tan? (&lt;em&gt;our Division Head)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori, he already passed away.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Li...what passed away, Mr Tan just step out of his office for clients' meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Razali : *give me a twinkle of an eye*&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, Star, you dunno mey? I punya Engrish level memang terra mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;troubleshooting exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim: Ooi Ricky! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our IT expert - who does troubleshooting exercises&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;What is taking you so long to come leh? I already open here for&lt;br /&gt;so long and now getting fedup and tired of waiting lah.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meaning she already login the application module&lt;/span&gt;) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... contd making noise again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim: Are you coming or not NOW? How long more got to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Faster come lah. I dun care, by 15 mins you no do, then you&lt;br /&gt;go find someone else. I no time to layan you anymore lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky : Wait dear, a little while more. I am coming now. Kena stuck up&lt;br /&gt;with Jackie here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim: @!#$%^&amp;*# put down the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razali : Aiyoh Ah Soh, apa pasal you banyak gatal early in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Masih awal. Sabar lah. He sure coming wan.  Har har!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim: WHAT ?? apa you cakap har har ???&lt;br /&gt;(Razali then explained what he thinks of the telecon.).. Next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim: AIYOYOYO... you very humsap lah... Mana i meaning like that lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the whole division laughed heartily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~4 twinkle star ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114191906616447159?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114191906616447159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114191906616447159&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114191906616447159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114191906616447159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/03/office-humour-mind-your-language-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114165801195100103</id><published>2006-03-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:07:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Viva La Difference II - The 3 Contrasts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stating our attributes&lt;br /&gt;So people please don't puke!&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha......&lt;br /&gt;(Now read on pals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slim and like to keep fit&lt;br /&gt;Moon is small and very petite&lt;br /&gt;Star is tall and so with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like clothes that make me feel sexy&lt;br /&gt;Moon loves casual wear and yet looks dressy&lt;br /&gt;Star goes for fashion and dress so stylishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hairstyle's neither straight nor curly&lt;br /&gt;Moon is having hers short and sassy&lt;br /&gt;While Star is keeping it long and silky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black of course, is my favourite colour&lt;br /&gt;Green is what our dear Moon favour&lt;br /&gt;and Red is always Twinkle Star's flavour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we step out, all dressed to the nines&lt;br /&gt;These 3 colours are usually what you'll find&lt;br /&gt;Now I have penned the end of today's lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the 3rd ray of the Sun -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114165801195100103?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114165801195100103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114165801195100103&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114165801195100103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114165801195100103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/03/viva-la-difference-ii-3-contrasts-im.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12786269521876893939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/skyladies/build-53297.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21757592.post-114131734273126641</id><published>2006-03-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T01:07:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viva La Difference!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three different  personalities, how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, we once were colleagues&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, at a coffee break&lt;br /&gt;We met, said hello, and well, we just clicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many cups of coffee we consumed&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing was taken for granted nor assumed&lt;br /&gt;We bickered, we shouted and even made faces&lt;br /&gt;Yet you can find us together in so many places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us worked for a different boss&lt;br /&gt;But targets were similar,   profit  not loss!&lt;br /&gt;A dragon, a machine and a status seeker&lt;br /&gt;They made our lives -  oh, so bitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis lucky we didn't feel very down&lt;br /&gt;'Cos we all came from  different towns!&lt;br /&gt;Come month-end,  we'd  beat a retreat&lt;br /&gt;Family power, oh,  what a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one by one, we left for greener pastures&lt;br /&gt;Found work more suited to our given nature&lt;br /&gt;We kept in touch and now here we are&lt;br /&gt;Blogging together as Sun, Moon Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2nd ray of the Sun*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21757592-114131734273126641?l=skyladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/feeds/114131734273126641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21757592&amp;postID=114131734273126641&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114131734273126641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21757592/posts/default/114131734273126641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyladies.blogspot.com/2006/03/viva-la-difference-three-different.html' title=''/><author><name>sun, moon &amp;amp; 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