<?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-1824415658826998586</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:26:42.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Whisper To My Ear...I Can Hear You~</title><subtitle type='html'>SoMe PeOpLe CaN SeE Me ~ SoMe DoEs NoT ~ Im ThE UnPrEsEnT PeRsOn FoR ThE ReSt Of My LiFe ~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-5265974331847893824</id><published>2008-08-30T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:26:31.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Malaysian Cuisine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below is a tiny sampling of the various foods one may come across in Malaysia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240517170100358850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLoOmcsqzsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/91nWa4iUx9A/s320/Nasi+lemak+web%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NASI LEMAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Malay dish consisting of rice cooked in "Santan" or coconut milk, this imparts a unique texture, taste and fragrance to the rice, properly prepared, it can be eaten on its own, but rarely is, the most basic version comes with a spicy onion "sambal" sauce, deep fried crispy anchovies, roasted peanuts, cucumber slices and a quartered hardboiled egg. Subject to your request and its availability, spicy beef, mutton, cuttlefish, shrimp, cockles, fried eggs and vegetables may be added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240515827165049506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLoNYR38MqI/AAAAAAAAARg/ZT_eEsE_EW0/s320/roticanai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ROTI CANAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made from wheat flour dough Roti is kneaded and tossed into a roughly circular shape "pizza style" and cooked right in front of you on a hot plate sizzling with oil. Light and wholesome it is normally served with lightly spiced fish, chicken or "dhall" curry. Heavier versions of the Roti Canai include "Roti Telur", which adds an egg and onions into the dough, "Roti Sardin", with sardines, onions and egg and "Roti Planta" with margarine. Standard fare at Indian Muslim "mamak stalls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240515980248835026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLoNhMJ9Y9I/AAAAAAAAARo/06fIDcfajKI/s320/Penang+Char+Kway+Teow%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAR KUEY TEOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found at almost every "food court" and Chinese restaurant the name of this noodle dish in Chinese literally means "fried flat noodles", also called "Hor Fun". Consisting primarily of noodles, shrimp, cockles, bean sprouts, Chinese chives, garlic, beaten eggs and soy sauce, the ingredients are stir fried in wok over a roaring fire and served piping hot. Chili paste is optional. Variations include "Mai Fun" thin vermicelli rice noodles, and "Mien" thicker and tubular variant of the flat noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240516401763536898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLoN5ua5UAI/AAAAAAAAARw/UkAWF09pySM/s320/dsc02728satay1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SATAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marinated meat on a stick, Malay style. Satay is basically charbroiled in bite size chunks and skewered on bamboo strips. Typically a spicy peanut sauce dip is included. Satay is served with cucumber and onion slices and best eaten as soon as it is cooked. Beef, chicken or lamb variations of satay can be found virtually everywhere in Malaysia. Usually eaten as an accompaniment of other foods, a satay dinner can be made complete with the addition of "ketupat", a wholesome rice cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240517398208541410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLoOzud5cuI/AAAAAAAAASA/stAaXMEUywU/s320/rojak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROJAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also known to some as "Pasembor", Rojak consists of deep fried prawn fritters, coconut confection, boiled squid strips, cucumber and turnip shreds, tofu, hard-boiled eggs and drenched in a rich and mildly spicy hot peanut sauce. Like many other Malaysian delights this potpourri tastes much better than it sounds (or looks). Predominantly sold at Indian-Muslim food establishments, Rojak should not be confused with "Rojak Buah" which is primarily made from fruit and vegetables.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLoLwcX048I/AAAAAAAAARI/NnrFsKCNXSM/s1600-h/Penang+Char+Kway+Teow[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-5265974331847893824?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5265974331847893824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=5265974331847893824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/5265974331847893824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/5265974331847893824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/favourite-malaysian-cuisine.html' title='Favourite Malaysian Cuisine'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLoOmcsqzsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/91nWa4iUx9A/s72-c/Nasi+lemak+web%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-6100105729275319487</id><published>2008-08-30T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:05:37.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Collections Of Paris Nicole Pics...(My Fav BFF/GFF)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn8BXV4CcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XaQtuMd57xo/s1600-h/paris-nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn8Bab5krI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n15ORBwQl0o/s1600-h/richie-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240496742628692658" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn3Sq2a7OI/AAAAAAAAANI/pbjpLGifKCA/s320/001940180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn3S7ypscI/AAAAAAAAANQ/j5Z2vd8naQw/s1600-h/1205857292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240491546082128322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn3S7ypscI/AAAAAAAAANQ/j5Z2vd8naQw/s320/1205857292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn3SwvOcUI/AAAAAAAAANY/GtyB4rU4xw0/s1600-h/2471723621_812353cb89_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240491543114969410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn3SwvOcUI/AAAAAAAAANY/GtyB4rU4xw0/s320/2471723621_812353cb89_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn3TNX4X5I/AAAAAAAAANg/pwCPtdeh6eA/s1600-h/2472546988_3db76dfed2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240491550801682322" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn2JLQNUeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/P4KR83CjrQw/s320/11111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn2JiqshiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RLj49_88-kA/s1600-h/21069_res3_parisnicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240490285207422498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn2JiqshiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RLj49_88-kA/s320/21069_res3_parisnicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn2Jsn705I/AAAAAAAAAM4/4mNINZ_1lqQ/s1600-h/29559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240490287880197010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn2Jsn705I/AAAAAAAAAM4/4mNINZ_1lqQ/s320/29559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THEM.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-6100105729275319487?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6100105729275319487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=6100105729275319487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/6100105729275319487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/6100105729275319487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-collections-of-paris-nicole-picsmy.html' title='My Collections Of Paris Nicole Pics...(My Fav BFF/GFF)'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLn8Bab5krI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n15ORBwQl0o/s72-c/richie-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-6804412909668574923</id><published>2008-08-30T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:13:40.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Loves Abstracks Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLlVXhvVPWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rBaj9LSgB4E/s1600-h/L33tm0b1l3-abstract-digital-art-fractal-Disco-Superclub-artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240313504104529250" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLlOpMLqqHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x1vmyzP5shI/s320/merdeka_1957a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a boring saturday evening...tonite at&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; am will be our &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;st independence day anniversary...what am i doing? working night shift lor...kinda bored right now..dont know what to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im want to wish to all Malaysian citizen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Independence Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Merdeka ! Merdeka! Merdeka!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But im still not merdeka yet...LoL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh......&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/1824415658826998586-201394490778680552?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/201394490778680552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=201394490778680552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/201394490778680552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/201394490778680552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdekabut-im-still-not-merdeka.html' title='Merdeka!!..But im still not Merdeka..!!!'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLlOpMLqqHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x1vmyzP5shI/s72-c/merdeka_1957a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-7563193641399217261</id><published>2008-08-28T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:28:25.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagenda Puteri Santubong Dan Puteri Sejinjang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLd6KErc8FI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vMpfNbPpgco/s1600-h/puterisantubong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239791004942135378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLd6KErc8FI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vMpfNbPpgco/s320/puterisantubong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri Santubong dan Puteri Sejinjang merupakan 2 puteri dari Kayangan. Ayahandanya raja Kayangan telah menurunkan titah agar kedua-dua puteri tersebut turun ke bumi untuk menyelesaikan pertelingkahan dua kampung. Namun sebelum mereka turun ke bumi, ayahandanya berpesan sekiranya terjadi pertelingkahan kedua-dua puteri maka mereka akan terkena sumpahan kayangan dan tinggallah mereka di bumi. Pada asalnya kedua-dua puteri tersebut merupakan sepupu. Ketika turunnya kedua-dua puteri ke bumi. Penduduk kampung kehairanan melihat cahaya terang laksana mentari menyusuri di dua buah kampung. Kejelitaan dan sifat kewanitaan terserlah diraut wajah kedua-dua puteri.&lt;br /&gt;Puteri Santubong menetap di sebuah kampung Pantai Biru dan mengajar menenun kain manakala Puteri Sejinjang di kampung Pasir Kuning mengajar mengasing sekam padi dengan aluk. Dengan kemahiran ini kedua-dua kampung tersebut menjadi aman tanpa pertelingkahan. Selama ini pertelingkahan terjadi kerana sistem pertukaran barang antara kampung tidak setara dengan barangan yang dibawa.&lt;br /&gt;Kemakmuran di kedua-dua kampung tidak berkekalan. Kehadiran Putera Serapi datang berkunjung untuk melihat kehebatan dan kejelitaan kedua-dua puteri. Mengetahui Putera Serapi hendak datang mengadap kedua-dua puteri berhias-hias untuk mengadap Putera Serapi. Kedua-dua Puteri berasa sangat kagum dan tertawan dengan kekacakan Putera Serapi, yang sasa dan terserlah kewibawaannya, begitu juga Putera Serapi yang sudah terpikat dengan kejelitaan dan keayuan kedua-dua puteri tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;Saban hari selepas pertemuan itu. Puteri Santubong dan Sejinjang bertemu hendak menyatakan hasrat hati masing-masing. Namun hasrat yang dinyatakan adalah sama iaitu, kedua-duanya mencintai Putera Serapi. Sejak itu mereka bermusuhan dan bercemburuan antara satu sama lain. Dengan kesaktian kedua-dua puteri mereka bergaduh berhari-hari tanpa henti. Sejinjang mengatakan bahawa dia lebih cantik, manakala Santubong menyatakan dia lebih jelita. Dengan marahnya Sejinjang lalu mencapai aluk, lalu di hayun di pipi Puteri Santubong yang kini kita dapat lihat lengkuk di gunung. Hanya kekuatan terakhir Santubong lalu menikam belida di kepala Sejinjang. Akhirnya kedua-dua puteri tersungkur kesakitan. Kemudian kilat sambung menyambung serta guruh berdentuman, lalu cahaya terang dari langit mengangkat kedua-dua puteri. Sumpahan kayangan terus menjadikan Puteri Santubong menjadi gunung manakala Sejinjang menjadi Pulau Kera yang berteraburan. Putera Serapi pulang kesedihan terus menghilangkan diri di sebuah gunung yang kini dikenali sebagai Gunung Serapi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lain2: Aku dulu pun pernah mengikuti ekspidisi mendaki gunung santubong ni...akhir nya dapat juga aku tawan gunung ni..masa tu aku dengan kwn2 IKM (Pengakap Kelana B) buat rombongan ni...Kalau xcaye...aku ada sijil tau..hehehe...OOppsss..Bangga Kejap...Bllueeekkkkk!!!~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-7563193641399217261?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7563193641399217261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=7563193641399217261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/7563193641399217261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/7563193641399217261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/lagenda-puteri-santubong-dan-puteri.html' title='Lagenda Puteri Santubong Dan Puteri Sejinjang'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLd6KErc8FI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vMpfNbPpgco/s72-c/puterisantubong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-6221393597055192828</id><published>2008-08-28T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:41:09.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner At ShoGun (SG Internet Cafe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239776084441916866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLdslle_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YHtGY1DBGzg/s320/shogun-1utama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday 28/08/2008, me and my colleagues and 3 bosses, were having dinner at Shogun Japanese Buffet Restaurant at 1 Utama..because soon i will be leaving this company after almost 4 years ive beend working with them...Thanks to my boss, Yeemeng,Paul and Sandra for taking me to this special place..I will not forget this..Those pics are taken from the internet because we didnt take any pics..Lol...Eat, eat and eat until forget about taking pics...Thats sucks...haha...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239776423846999330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLds5V3d9SI/AAAAAAAAAJw/58DnCDzj-bw/s320/prawns-plate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239778427591582642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLdut-ZZ47I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Vu4I2CajCJk/s320/shogun-seafood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239778439105317714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLduupSfi1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9k4-623KxW8/s320/shogun-japanese-restaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239778429509802242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLduuFivmQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_gbiPw52rnk/s320/shogun-vegetables.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dont know what to say...just try la...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hehehe....I cant eat all...to many choices...Until second round only...Lastly i ate ice cream..so yummy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just try.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-6221393597055192828?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6221393597055192828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=6221393597055192828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/6221393597055192828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/6221393597055192828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/dinner-at-shogun-sg-internet-cafe.html' title='Dinner At ShoGun (SG Internet Cafe)'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLdslle_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YHtGY1DBGzg/s72-c/shogun-1utama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-8824202520907692747</id><published>2008-08-28T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:38:04.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Manas Ari Tok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLdSBhGswNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kGiJfbLXZnQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239746877488677074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLdSBhGswNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kGiJfbLXZnQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nang nya ya nak molah hal ngn aku..kenak nya tok oo? heran juak aku..apa agik di maok nya...suka molah hidup orang macam taik nya...adalah ari dolok nyuruh aku top up untuk nya..nya madah sikda kredit agik..aku madah la aku sikda duit nak beli...lalu nya madah sik hal la..kelak sik dapat la bermsg ngn aku, di kata nya..tapi duhal tek, nya ada top up rm10..aih..kenak nya tok suka nak bulak aku..kenak nya x msg aku pun..nya igt aku tok tuyuk kah?..mcm aku xtauk camni aku leh tauk..manas ati ku..ngn org ni ndak nya msg pun aku sik kisah la..tp jgn la bulak aku dak ya..aku bukan miak kecik agik...tp mun dah dasar pembulak..nang pembulak juak la..ngegeh nak bnyk gerek, tp duit xda..ngarap rompuan jak...matang kah kawu camya?malas ku nk miker hal ko gik..suka ati kawu la nk polah apa2..sikda aku melarang..tp just fikir matured skit bah...jgn mdh aku yg x matured..kawu ya tuyuk gilak...Yah!!!! nang manas na aku tok eh...!!!!!!....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239747343171348658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLdScn6GaLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RQ8-UKWgrGo/s320/pissed-off.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-8824202520907692747?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8824202520907692747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=8824202520907692747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8824202520907692747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8824202520907692747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/aku-manas-ari-tok.html' title='Aku Manas Ari Tok'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLdSBhGswNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kGiJfbLXZnQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-8146767194363951889</id><published>2008-08-27T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:12:30.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLY7JEl_x7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/y5pFr4I5j8k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239440243530123186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLY7JEl_x7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/y5pFr4I5j8k/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will be leaving this small this town soon...Im going back to kuching and sri aman...My flight schedule is at 09.45 am and will be arriving in Kuching at 1130 am...I will meet the cabin crew's again after a year i didnt meet them...(Laugh out loud)...Just like the year before..i will be on my own...but thats cool...cause i always meet my new friends in the flight..im very sure about that...changing numbers and all that...hehehe...Most of the flying time, i will get sleepy and fall asleep...but i always worried when it comes get raining and storms...I prayed and keep prayed and hoping that my journey will be save and land safely...Pray For my Safe Journey..&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/1824415658826998586-8146767194363951889?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8146767194363951889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=8146767194363951889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8146767194363951889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8146767194363951889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/fly-away.html' title='Fly Away'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLY7JEl_x7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/y5pFr4I5j8k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-3310207866522899816</id><published>2008-08-27T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:05:32.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLU0xsiqn4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RBPdPrLpUDE/s1600-h/SpecialFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239151769890234242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLU0xsiqn4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RBPdPrLpUDE/s320/SpecialFriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend when I think of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think of all that we've been through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the times we argue and fight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know deep inside that it isn't right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, then feel bad and alot of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels like I've fallen from the sky like the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you dear friend with all of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now that you're gone I've fallen apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting better as the days go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish sometimes this was all a big lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray to you every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like you're my fire, a burning light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear friend, I miss you alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still wonder why you were put in that spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you're in a place much better than here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching and helping me with all of my fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our friendship my dear friend,we will have to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends til the end is what we will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday we'll be together,together you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-3310207866522899816?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3310207866522899816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=3310207866522899816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/3310207866522899816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/3310207866522899816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/special-friends.html' title='Special Friends'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLU0xsiqn4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RBPdPrLpUDE/s72-c/SpecialFriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-3362428737026664707</id><published>2008-08-26T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:38:29.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLPPAvVhw2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/at0jRFQeXd0/s1600-h/kiss_goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238758403175727970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLPPAvVhw2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/at0jRFQeXd0/s320/kiss_goodbye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my last week here in Damansara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next month i will go back to my hometown to help my father's bussiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And to be so sure im gonna miss all my friends here...lots of memories left here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i promise i will not forget all of my friends here in KL...or anywhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoping that our friendship will last forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ray for each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best of luck of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will keep blogging until i get bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye Kuala Lumpur....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome Sarawak.....Hahahahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here i come....&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/1824415658826998586-3362428737026664707?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3362428737026664707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=3362428737026664707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/3362428737026664707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/3362428737026664707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-leaving.html' title='Im Leaving'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLPPAvVhw2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/at0jRFQeXd0/s72-c/kiss_goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-2034909974015923474</id><published>2008-08-26T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:20:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Bestest Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLPKQ-PWJpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b2mHct-b9Vs/s1600-h/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238753184496101010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLPKQ-PWJpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b2mHct-b9Vs/s320/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendship is something to hold on to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for me that's not the case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I don't feel I need to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something that can't be erased&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure of what I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause with you I have no doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For what we've built, can't ever fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's what I care aboutI find it hard to describe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This thing that we share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when there's nothing else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That ever could compare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Others always know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That together we will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For there can never be another"Tani and Kerrie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those two words, known all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Might as well be one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause without a Kerrie, there is no Tani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry, it just can't be done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you're the "U", and I'm the "S"And forever that will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause together we make "US", and so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU COMPLETE ME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-2034909974015923474?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2034909974015923474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=2034909974015923474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/2034909974015923474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/2034909974015923474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-my-bestest-friend.html' title='For My Bestest Friend'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLPKQ-PWJpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b2mHct-b9Vs/s72-c/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-1575065473411534252</id><published>2008-08-26T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:09:51.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Loves me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLPIDoDEOvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/a8-dIFHHhwQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238750756177459954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLPIDoDEOvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/a8-dIFHHhwQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me lies and call me names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you need I'm here to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ignore me during my times of need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Live your life the way you please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drink until you cannot stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Refuse to let me hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I need you, don't be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just act as if you do not care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make those promises you cannot keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hide those secrets that haunt my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sneak around and "forget" to call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cut me down and watch me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make us seem like a big mistake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there's only so much a girl can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You never thought I was good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You sure miss me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But that's just tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before you did the things above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should've known your life without my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you'll spend your life trying to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything that you've left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For once boy, you'll cry real tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While you reminisce on the past two years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's much too late to make things okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because it's in his arms I want to stay&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/1824415658826998586-1575065473411534252?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1575065473411534252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=1575065473411534252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/1575065473411534252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/1575065473411534252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-loves-me.html' title='Who Loves me?'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLPIDoDEOvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/a8-dIFHHhwQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-7924204118933113981</id><published>2008-08-25T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:04:22.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today - No Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLNWC_hJ4MI/AAAAAAAAAIg/v5Jv5lLiNcc/s1600-h/Calvin-bad-mood[1].GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238625400972239042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLNWC_hJ4MI/AAAAAAAAAIg/v5Jv5lLiNcc/s320/Calvin-bad-mood%5B1%5D.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm..Today is Tuesday..and i feel no mood today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i dont know why lor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why ar? Why ar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-7924204118933113981?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7924204118933113981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=7924204118933113981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/7924204118933113981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/7924204118933113981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-no-mood.html' title='Today - No Mood'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLNWC_hJ4MI/AAAAAAAAAIg/v5Jv5lLiNcc/s72-c/Calvin-bad-mood%5B1%5D.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-5825635060384169327</id><published>2008-08-25T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:31:37.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Walk Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLKlbHvEhSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9x6wCXFlLV0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238431201936835874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLKlbHvEhSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9x6wCXFlLV0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never walk in life alone,&lt;br /&gt;There will always be someone there.&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps walking with me,&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps I can not see.&lt;br /&gt;But every move I make,&lt;br /&gt;And every step I take.&lt;br /&gt; I Know the're,there with me.&lt;br /&gt;They walk with me all the way,&lt;br /&gt;Beside me day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Through good and bad,&lt;br /&gt;Through happy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;Those footsteps wont go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-5825635060384169327?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5825635060384169327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=5825635060384169327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/5825635060384169327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/5825635060384169327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-never-walk-alone.html' title='I&apos;ll Never Walk Alone'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLKlbHvEhSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9x6wCXFlLV0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-1707440585287775535</id><published>2008-08-24T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:13:31.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Comes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLIHFyuf9CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Vmdkl_ZIFR0/s1600-h/6monday29.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238257112682853410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLIHFyuf9CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Vmdkl_ZIFR0/s320/6monday29.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good Morning to everyone...Good morning sunshine...oopsss...its raining now..Im freezing out loud...Lol..what a good day today...like u guys always heard..monday the day we hate!!!...yes..i agreed but today is a wonderful monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, haihz..this kanasai supervisor letting the school kids wearing uniforms to come in to my cc....whatever!!..if the police or mbpj come, i will ask them to arrest him...Lol....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ermm..nothing much to say at this moment...im waiting for someone to come and chat at my YM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehe..someone special....ooppsss!!!&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Writing again later...Have a nice monday day...&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/1824415658826998586-1707440585287775535?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1707440585287775535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=1707440585287775535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/1707440585287775535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/1707440585287775535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-comes-again.html' title='Monday Comes Again'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLIHFyuf9CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Vmdkl_ZIFR0/s72-c/6monday29.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-4635553732370944109</id><published>2008-08-23T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:56:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Raining Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLD0dsqDm1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/3FrYMie6RB0/s1600-h/always_raining_in_my_heart_by_chix0r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237955157672827730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLD0dsqDm1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/3FrYMie6RB0/s320/always_raining_in_my_heart_by_chix0r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its raining again today..what a great day...and im sitting in front of the computer and writing this blog so peacefully in the silence place..when everybody's busy chatting and play games...for a minute i can hear people whispering, whisteling,talking not so loudly, sometimes they shouted...laugh out loud...i didnt turn on my music today..cause its feel great and nothing i can hear only the sounds of the keyboard typing...if i could hear this everyday, i will be so much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining...its good...seems a couple months before they were no rain...&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be understands what am i feeling right now...&lt;br /&gt;Ooo..what a good day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Allah....U made it rain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-4635553732370944109?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4635553732370944109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=4635553732370944109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/4635553732370944109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/4635553732370944109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-raining-again.html' title='Its Raining Again...'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLD0dsqDm1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/3FrYMie6RB0/s72-c/always_raining_in_my_heart_by_chix0r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-1135882440140135455</id><published>2008-08-23T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:18:21.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Go Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDg_IMNsNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0orxrsqaH7g/s1600-h/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237933741766979794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDg_IMNsNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0orxrsqaH7g/s320/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the point of trying to meet you in the middle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got your point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't change your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't leave it all behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're living in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We talk and talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This goes on for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About how I should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it all me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't wanna fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't wanna waste my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby just can't lastI'm moving on, moving on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I go now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say what you have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy you've got your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing to discuss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I go now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving your point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say what you want it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what's the point of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I go now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh say what you have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy you've got your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's there to discuss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the point of trying to reach compromise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're the judge and jury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't make you see that I'm not always wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't make you right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm moving on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's go lead a day I'll pack my bags be on my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure don't needs to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where I'm not welcome anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well now that's alright and that's OK yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing left to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'm not for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why don't you let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me what's the point of all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk, talk, talk, talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could go day and night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still wouldn't make it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I go now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say what you have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy you've got your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing to discuss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I go now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're giving your point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say what you want it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what's the point of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I go now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be on my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's call it a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I go now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, why don't you let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I go now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-1135882440140135455?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1135882440140135455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=1135882440140135455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/1135882440140135455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/1135882440140135455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-i-go-now.html' title='Can I Go Now?'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDg_IMNsNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0orxrsqaH7g/s72-c/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-4344327696810694341</id><published>2008-08-23T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:44:20.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Confused...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLD1G6uH0OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Y_DWv6zyjeo/s1600-h/dara_confused_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237955865822613730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLD1G6uH0OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Y_DWv6zyjeo/s320/dara_confused_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i feel so sad and confused...everytime i saw his pics with that girl..its makes me wanna jump from the highest building....i cant put myself into this triangle love..eventhough i said i will face it..but deep in my heart, i hardly cant!!..do i have to leave him to be with her?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go away...far from him....i want to forget all about this...&lt;br /&gt;please..take me away from him...i cant help to think about him everyday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please say that u loves me more....please say that u will leave her and be with me....&lt;br /&gt;if u cant...i will leave u...im gonna make u happy if thats makes u happy for u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-4344327696810694341?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4344327696810694341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=4344327696810694341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/4344327696810694341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/4344327696810694341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-confusedim-stressed.html' title='Im Confused...'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLD1G6uH0OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Y_DWv6zyjeo/s72-c/dara_confused_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-6198571907884469998</id><published>2008-08-23T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:47:44.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Cope in a Love Triangle – Help for the “Other” Man or Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLD1t5pFxKI/AAAAAAAAAII/6QbVKmAdIdA/s1600-h/th_LoveTriangleTwoWomen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237956535547970722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLD1t5pFxKI/AAAAAAAAAII/6QbVKmAdIdA/s320/th_LoveTriangleTwoWomen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following article is for the “other” person in an affair or a love triangle. Before I get a slew of angry email asking me how I can condone affairs, let me just say that affairs and love triangles happen. Being a coach I do not judge people but try to help them. Given that love triangles and affairs happen, the people in these situations need help and support, just like people in any other complicated relationship situation. This article does just that - it offers help and support to the people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be in love with someone who is in a primary relationship or marriage with someone else can be the most excruciating and at the same time the most seemingly beautiful experience of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience is excruciating because it is hard to stop or change it. It ensnarls you in a situation that you may not be able to get out for a long time, one you may in fact not want to get out of. Your inability to make the situation into exactly what you want makes you suffer.&lt;br /&gt;The experience is beautiful because the person that you are having the relationship with seems like your perfect, ideal partner — your soulmate. There is a very special connection between the two of you. The attention from your loved one and the way he or she feels about you is deeply satisfying. The bond between the two of you seems magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the beauty and the connection in the relationship, you suffer tremendously. It’s as if you are on a roller coaster ride, up one moment and more in love then you have ever been, down the next and in more despair then you have ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;Below you will discover the reasons you are suffering in your relationship and coping strategies to ease your suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 Reason for your suffering&lt;/strong&gt; – you think your loved one is “the one”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times you want to leave the situation, but you don’t feel you can - you feel your loved one is “the one”, the intended one for you. Not being able to be together with your “the one” all of the time causes you pain. But when you try to leave, you feel agony. The pain of having a part-time relationship is great, the pain of leaving is even greater. The pain you feel when thinking of leaving or trying to leave reaffirms to you that your loved on is in fact “the one”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping strategy to consider&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this person you are in love with is not “the one”, not&lt;br /&gt;your soulmate? What if this relationship is only a step — a big, significant step – but not “the one”? What if you are not trapped in the situation, waiting for your intended one to extricate him- or herself from someone who is not “the one”?&lt;br /&gt;In fact you are not trapped. You feel trapped because you feel the person you are with is “the one”, and that you cannot let him or her go.&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if he or she is “the one”? The pain of trying to leave is not a reliable way to tell. That pain can be attributed to other reasons, such as your deep fear of being alone - which most people have - or how much of your needs are getting met in the relationship and how much you don’t want to let that go.&lt;br /&gt;You will only know looking back if your loved one was “the one” for you. Most people with love triangles in their past say their loved one turned out to not be their soulmate. When the suffering gets to be too much, start to wonder if in fact your loved one is your “intended one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 Reason for your suffering – you think there won’t be another love after this relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are suffering because this love feels like your only chance at the kind of love that everyone dreams about. Even more, it’s hard to imagine being in a relationship and being satisfied with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;And so you are trapped.&lt;br /&gt;All of your needs are not getting met in your relationship, yet all the while you are not free, nor do you want to be free, to get them met elsewhere. In fact, you don’t think there could be or will be anyone else to meet your needs in such a way again, to love you this well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping strategy to consider&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there can be love even deeper than your feelings now, a love where you share ordinary moments with a special person, instead of only special moments stolen in secret?&lt;br /&gt;Start to wonder if the whole package of your needs could be met in another relationship. People do find happy, fulfilling, loving primary relationships.&lt;br /&gt;When the suffering about being alone yet again, at night or on holidays, gets going, focus on the fact that in the future you will have a loving relationship where your needs will be met.&lt;br /&gt;If you need to, say to yourself a thousand times that you will be happy, your heart will be happy and all of your needs will be met. You just don’t know by whom yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 Reason for your suffering – you stifle your anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason you may be suffering is that you feel anger at your loved one, yet try to stuff that anger inside or pretend you don’t feel it.&lt;br /&gt;You may feel angry at your loved one for staying in his or her primary relationship while being in a relationship with you. You may feel angry at your loved one for making promises that are not being kept, or because you have to spend weekends, holidays and most nights alone, even though you are in a relationship and in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping strategy to consider: You have every right to feel angry, so go ahead and feel the anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean you need to be mean and belligerent to anyone, including yourself. But it does mean you need to acknowledge your feelings to yourself and to your loved one and it does mean that you need to be authentic about your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;This could mean that sometimes you choose not be with your loved one because you are too angry with him or her for the situation. At times you may need to cry, write in your journal, or hit something safe to get your feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support Group For You: If you are the “other” person in an affair or love triangle situation, please head on over to a safe and supportive new group I have created just for you - &lt;a href="http://www.on2url.com/app/adtrack.asp?MerchantID=62186&amp;amp;AdID=353312"&gt;How To Cope in a Love Triangle - Help for the “Other” Man or Woman&lt;/a&gt;. The group is private, supportive and comforting and will help you get coaching and connection with peers in the same situation, struggling with the same issues as yourself. &lt;a href="http://www.on2url.com/app/adtrack.asp?MerchantID=62186&amp;amp;AdID=353312"&gt;Go join the group now&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Heart,Love Coach Rinatta&lt;br /&gt;From the Heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-6198571907884469998?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6198571907884469998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=6198571907884469998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/6198571907884469998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/6198571907884469998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-cope-in-love-triangle-help-for.html' title='How to Cope in a Love Triangle – Help for the “Other” Man or Woman'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLD1t5pFxKI/AAAAAAAAAII/6QbVKmAdIdA/s72-c/th_LoveTriangleTwoWomen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-7922070655778478117</id><published>2008-08-23T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:43:15.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my silly friends at KFC Kepong 22/08/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAu-wKwtXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QT5hr8O23Q0/s1600-h/l_feec4f7306e8fa1cd2bad75c8cafb93a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237738022248691058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAu-wKwtXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QT5hr8O23Q0/s320/l_feec4f7306e8fa1cd2bad75c8cafb93a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy...yummy....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237738358368718098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAvSUUBTRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7dNyjxEgde8/s320/l_453b020da2a7537ab4031b41373140c7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh no..please dont take my pic....hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAHDmXc1zI/AAAAAAAAAGY/o-5D61qkQDE/s1600-h/l_98d34b214564d32123e96779b3fed27a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237694125051795250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAHDmXc1zI/AAAAAAAAAGY/o-5D61qkQDE/s320/l_98d34b214564d32123e96779b3fed27a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All fall asleep after eating so many chickens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAHD1TYriI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FRQ4LFJBy3Y/s1600-h/l_270c4310eec56f17ed847dc8817deaed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237694129061277218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAHD1TYriI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FRQ4LFJBy3Y/s320/l_270c4310eec56f17ed847dc8817deaed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laughing at sky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAHD9k1yaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5hz-C6gPuSw/s1600-h/l_97740cd04ed25ca5a37f238c91840ba7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237694131281971618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAHD9k1yaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5hz-C6gPuSw/s320/l_97740cd04ed25ca5a37f238c91840ba7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vincent...why u eat bones...got lots of chickens there lor...Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAHD-pbpoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6GC1bCA_mBQ/s1600-h/l_bfb6bb205efe9f99cd3d4211a56c886f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237694131569665666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAHD-pbpoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6GC1bCA_mBQ/s320/l_bfb6bb205efe9f99cd3d4211a56c886f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hey..finish ur chicken la...what u looking at? superman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAHEJCsDdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jkOOTvIWO-k/s1600-h/l_c62d07b5dae2ce86d70a6412ec608d3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237694134359952850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAHEJCsDdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jkOOTvIWO-k/s320/l_c62d07b5dae2ce86d70a6412ec608d3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "GFF" Girl Friend Forever (Hornbills Princess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGlWmdMeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/e99R2hIWnbc/s1600-h/l_dc5d9b2c7781aeb19579d27e3b160fb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237693605423690210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGlWmdMeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/e99R2hIWnbc/s320/l_dc5d9b2c7781aeb19579d27e3b160fb8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; U can call him Mr Bean...he's the one who keep this place so noisy...Silly Boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGlWFtWkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XQOa4mi8zPM/s1600-h/l_38c944ef705c42e1cc36b97b51ba2d07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237693605286337090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGlWFtWkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XQOa4mi8zPM/s320/l_38c944ef705c42e1cc36b97b51ba2d07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its the chicken boy....eat 5 pieces of chicken himself...OMG...world record...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGlrEmKcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vJRAuJEQaVM/s1600-h/l_2d68cfef5cff62be6704fd943c00b4c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237693610918816194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGlrEmKcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vJRAuJEQaVM/s320/l_2d68cfef5cff62be6704fd943c00b4c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are laughing at sky's pic taken by Najian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGl3AfptI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tUtBAWJYssY/s1600-h/l_6d9b2bc958c595a4894b26bf142d3752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237693614122837714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGl3AfptI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tUtBAWJYssY/s320/l_6d9b2bc958c595a4894b26bf142d3752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pic had been snap by Boy....Candid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGmApOh7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qB9G480nPy4/s1600-h/l_39bbd801ef8d9cd5d9f2e3ecec3b1bd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237693616709601202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGmApOh7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qB9G480nPy4/s320/l_39bbd801ef8d9cd5d9f2e3ecec3b1bd9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also candid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGOks1ICI/AAAAAAAAAFo/s-0YR7oK8Wg/s1600-h/l_48214bc41eed7a5991159ff8b564eb6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237693214071529506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAGOks1ICI/AAAAAAAAAFo/s-0YR7oK8Wg/s320/l_48214bc41eed7a5991159ff8b564eb6f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This silly boy want to shake hands with me...i already washed my hands lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAF99R0HOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qBpsVOEbWlg/s1600-h/l_9fe072dfa1cb8cf681f643be7d681727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237692928611327202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAF99R0HOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qBpsVOEbWlg/s320/l_9fe072dfa1cb8cf681f643be7d681727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are happy together.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAFdoBuajI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jgoVUdD-bEU/s1600-h/l_fc433d39921bfb5e90ac59166ccc0edb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-7922070655778478117?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7922070655778478117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=7922070655778478117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/7922070655778478117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/7922070655778478117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-and-my-silly-friends-at-kfc-kepong.html' title='Me and my silly friends at KFC Kepong 22/08/2008'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLAu-wKwtXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QT5hr8O23Q0/s72-c/l_feec4f7306e8fa1cd2bad75c8cafb93a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-8308638240144138874</id><published>2008-08-21T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:38:24.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Tv SHow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SK5Qpt5oLcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/apyc1Z3rvfU/s1600-h/ghost2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237212094304628162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SK5Qpt5oLcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/apyc1Z3rvfU/s320/ghost2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghost Whisperer is a episodic series on television that follows the fictional medium Melinda Gordon (Jennifer Love Hewitt) and her experiences with the dead as a result of her power. Each episode deals with one or more ghosts seeking Melinda's help in relaying a message or completing a task that will put the spirit to rest, and allow them to "cross over" into The Light, a metaphor presented by the show as its conception of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Melinda Gordon has a ability to communicate with earthbound spirits and owns an antique shop. She is married to Jim Clancy (David Conrad) a local paramedic. Since she was a child she has a gift to communicate with the spirit of those who passed away. This fascinating ability was inherited to her grandmother as well as to her mother. She helps earthbound spirits and helps them to cross over in the Light. Her supporting husband Jim knows everything about her and is worried about what it can it do to her. In the first season of the series Romano was introduced, the antagonist and wearing a black hat. Romano is the opposite of Melinda, he tempted and gather earthbound souls and bring them to the Dark Side. The story climaxed in the season finale when a plane crashed in Grand view, and Melinda and Romano both attempted to sway the souls to the Light, and staying on earth, respectively. The second season arc revolves around the thinning "veil" between the living and the dead, evident in certain situations in second season episodes. By the end of the season, a second Ghost Whisperer was introduced. His arrival in Grand view sets the final events of a disastrous prophecy in motion, and the strengthening of the dark side over the Light.&lt;br /&gt;In this series usually Melinda first encounter a ghost that supposed to be to crossed over. But the ghost can't leave this world because of it's unfinished business then Melinda will help the confused ghost to crossed the Light. At the end the ghost will fulfill the unfinished business by the help of Melinda and will cross over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-8308638240144138874?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8308638240144138874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=8308638240144138874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8308638240144138874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8308638240144138874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favourite-tv-show.html' title='My Favourite Tv SHow'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SK5Qpt5oLcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/apyc1Z3rvfU/s72-c/ghost2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-9024705912047227530</id><published>2008-08-21T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:41:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to start a new life</title><content type='html'>I had a hard time yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;very2 hard i cant explain it...&lt;br /&gt;but luckily i have good friends with me ...&lt;br /&gt;they keeping me happy all the time...&lt;br /&gt;cheering me up..&lt;br /&gt;we are having so much fun yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;we laughed loudly....were just like a kindergarten kids.....&lt;br /&gt;im so happy...damn happy...at least i cant forget all my problems a while...&lt;br /&gt;and today..im gonna be more stronger than before..&lt;br /&gt;didnt let my fear keeping me like a dead leaf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what the professional said....&lt;br /&gt;its easy to find lovers...and easy the lovers will leave us...&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to find friends...but they always there for u....&lt;br /&gt;friends is the very precious that i didnt realize it before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a dumb i was before.....&lt;br /&gt;im so selfish...&lt;br /&gt;i left all my friends behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i want to start a new life ...&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be hurt again...&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough...&lt;br /&gt;now im waiting for someone that i can love and love me with all his heart...&lt;br /&gt;who dont depends on me...that i can depends on him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pray to find someone who care most about me not just about material and $$&lt;br /&gt;love me as i am...love me and take me as a wife...&lt;br /&gt;hoping that i can find soon...but not now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget the past....&lt;br /&gt;I wont be hurt anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I just pray that he will be happy and ok with his choice....&lt;br /&gt;I can accept it...&lt;br /&gt;We were not meant to be....&lt;br /&gt;Only god know why....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-9024705912047227530?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-1337756234183650193</id><published>2008-08-20T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:58:30.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Seems To Understand My Feeling</title><content type='html'>its raining today..&lt;br /&gt;seems that it understand what i feel right now...&lt;br /&gt;with the songs i played..&lt;br /&gt;i feel so comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;writing my blog seems very peaceful for me..&lt;br /&gt;today me and my frens are going out to chill..&lt;br /&gt;we are going to have some fun...&lt;br /&gt;yeah...hopefully it wont rain this evening......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-1337756234183650193?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1337756234183650193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=1337756234183650193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/1337756234183650193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/1337756234183650193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-day-seems-to-understand-my.html' title='Rainy Day Seems To Understand My Feeling'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-8983638996821168474</id><published>2008-08-19T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:45:11.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKu9aronVfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Awo0ANZsRpA/s1600-h/12222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236487257835656690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKu9aronVfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Awo0ANZsRpA/s320/12222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Nana, and to be straight forward with you, I might be the best thing that ever happened to you... or the worst. I'll leave the relationship between you and me in your hands. I'm twenty six years old, but don't let a silly number place a label on me or tell you how to act around me. That's the one thing that bugs me more than anything. I'm capable of holding an intelligent conversation with you as well as a fun random one. If you decide to talk trash about me... I'll probably hear about it. I hate high school drama and I can't wait to get out of this place. I honestly don't care if you hate me, it's just the fact that you don't have the guts to say it to my face is what makes me laugh. I don't look or act my age. I keep my personal life on my own terms. If you want advice, i'm up to helping you out anytime its not guaranteed that it may be the best advice but ill try. When it comes to how I actually think, I don't think anybody here would really understand. I am nowhere near perfect, nor do i want to be. i live my life through quotes and music, ive been hurt and i have hurt others. i have best friends and i have enemies. i am taking on everything life throws at me, just to live it and learn from it.I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side .I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye I'm far more complicated then what you think, none of you will actually realize that there are people behind the pictures. I can be a really laid back person at times and just want to have fun but then other times I can be really serious. I believe me when i say, i know how to have a good time. i credit my friends for that. they mean everything to me. part of who i am is because of them. I’m not just some dumb girl that you can screw over with fake smiles and pretty words. I'm wise beyond my years and have been through alot more than you can imagine. I keep my walls up high until you can prove to me that you're trustworthy. Before you say something, make sure you can back it up. Trust isn’t something i fork out to every one. like i said, my time is precious...if your just going to screw around with me then don’t expect anything out of me. but if you want my friendship, you have to earn it. i do like meeting new people, but dont play games and dont waste my time. but if you're going to lie to me, then fuck off. i've been lied to so many times. use me, fuck me over, play me, cheat on me, believe me, i'll fuck you over 8x harder. i'm not playing around anymore. I'll definatly tell you how it is, so get your shit straight if you want to be my friend. I'm not mean, once you've become my friend and have earned my trust, that is. How outgoing I am depends on who you are, otherwise i'm really shy. I'll have your back through anything, mistakes, arguments, bad decisions... I'm there.I'm known for my way of entertaining people with my various facial expressions, random dance moves, rants, and ideas. I tend to look for happiness in all the wrong places, but im pretty sure ive found it now? I'm growing learning and changing everyday though. I want to be a photographer. I don't think I'm better than you, and I won't neglect your messages/comments unless you just plain creep the hell out of me. I'm pretty chill, I live above the influence, I do believe in god, I'm laid back, I'm outspoken and opinionated. ANND i hate drama leave it home.One day, you'll be able to see my name and know exactly who I am and what I'm about... Until that day comes, I'm going to be living for it.I know, I'm probably not much different than the rest, but I like to think that I am. So don't be afraid of me. Drop by, leave me a comment or message... I'd love to hear from you. A simple task I ask of you, get to know me... to some I'm their new best friend, to others I'm the worst enemy. thats me, take it or leave it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-8983638996821168474?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8983638996821168474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=8983638996821168474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8983638996821168474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8983638996821168474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-nana-and-to-be-straight-forward-with.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKu9aronVfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Awo0ANZsRpA/s72-c/12222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-4193170149798822534</id><published>2008-08-18T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:50:17.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Stronger Than Yesterday ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its been a tough day, month and year for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why this have to happen...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Evertyhings turn into bullshit things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont know what to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just admit it .. i have to accept it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But deep inside my heart, its really hurting me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im trying to be strong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Try to forget everything that had happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im gonna start a new life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stronger than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now its nothing but my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My loneliness aint killing me no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I Am stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Than I ever thought that I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I used to go with the flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Didnt really care bout me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You might think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I cant take it, but youre wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause now im stronger than yesterday&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/1824415658826998586-4193170149798822534?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4193170149798822534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=4193170149798822534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/4193170149798822534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/4193170149798822534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/stronger-than-yesterday.html' title='[ Stronger Than Yesterday ]'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-5302287335497251130</id><published>2008-08-18T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:36:49.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good woman is hard to find</title><content type='html'>(Adapted from Proverbs 31:10-31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good woman is hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;and worth far more than diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband trusts her without reserve,&lt;br /&gt;and never has reason to regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never spiteful, she treats him generously&lt;br /&gt;all her life long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shops around for the best yarns and cottons,&lt;br /&gt;and enjoys knitting and sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places&lt;br /&gt;and brings back exotic surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s up before dawn preparing breakfast&lt;br /&gt;for her family and organizing her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks over a field and buys it,then,&lt;br /&gt;with money she’s put aside, plants a garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,&lt;br /&gt;rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She senses the worth of her work,&lt;br /&gt;is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,&lt;br /&gt;diligent in homemaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s quick to assist anyone in need,&lt;br /&gt;reaches out to help the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows, &lt;br /&gt;their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes her own clothing,&lt;br /&gt;and dresses in colorful linens and silks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband is greatly respected&lt;br /&gt;when he deliberates with the city fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She designs gowns and sells them,&lt;br /&gt;brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her clothes are well made and elegant,&lt;br /&gt;and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,&lt;br /&gt;and she always says it kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,&lt;br /&gt;and keeps them all busy and productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her children respect and bless her;&lt;br /&gt;her husband joins in with words of praise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Many women have done wonderful things,&lt;br /&gt;but you’ve out classed the all!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman to be admired and praised is the woman&lt;br /&gt;who lives in the Fear of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give her everything she deserves!&lt;br /&gt;Festoon her life with praises!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-5302287335497251130?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5302287335497251130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=5302287335497251130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/5302287335497251130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/5302287335497251130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-woman-is-hard-to-find.html' title='A good woman is hard to find'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-8837644468124382739</id><published>2008-08-18T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:31:37.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ripple In The Pond Of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a starless still night, by the water's edge, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I await the fulfillment of your promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the glassy surface of this "Pond of Silence" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the watchful eye of my reflection scrutinizes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your words, hidden in a secret place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your game of hide and seek, while intriguing, did not outsmart me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hidden treasure, left for me -- found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart all a flutter from the ripple of your words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each syllable embraced and savored like a beloved possession. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I labored over my words, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fully aware of the delicate, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fragile nature constituting this line of communication between us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have, yet again, returned to silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My last question, sits lonely, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in wait of your reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pond has returned to glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The flutter like ripples of my heart -- no more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your silence -- it's paralysis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why tease me, silent man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why inquire as to the state of my being?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why allow me to unfurl this sail of hope, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only to subdue the wind needed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to impel my heart on a pleasant journey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does our kiss linger on your lips,as it does on mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your ways -- questionable and mysterious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lover of words and conversations -- not your forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These silent waters of question and mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will not be my drowing place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I emerge from this brief encounter slightly bruised, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but intact and unbroken, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aware in spirit that a communion of words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(between you and I) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may never be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-8837644468124382739?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8837644468124382739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=8837644468124382739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8837644468124382739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8837644468124382739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/ripple-in-pond-of-silence.html' title='A Ripple In The Pond Of Silence'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-8698446902855218851</id><published>2008-08-18T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:22:57.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to share what I just read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be beneficial for all of us in this cyber community: Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-usr.rider.edu/~suler/psycyber/psycyber.html"&gt;http://www-usr.rider.edu/~suler/psycyber/psycyber.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: John Suler, Ph.D.Tips for Resolving Conflict Online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be done to prevent unnecessary conflict in cyberspace? The following are tips for handling conflict online with respect, sensitivity, and care:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t respond right away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you feel hurt or angry about an email or post, it's best not to respond right away. You may want to write a response immediately, to get it off your chest, but don't hit send! Suler recommends waiting 24 hours before responding - sleep on it and then reread and rewrite your response the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read the post again later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, your first reaction to a post is a lot about how you're feeling at the time. Reading it later, and sometimes a few times, can bring a new perspective. You might even experiment by reading it with different tones (matter-of-fact, gentle, non-critical) to see if it could have been written with a different tone in mind than the one you initially heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discuss the situation with someone who knows you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask them what they think about the post and the response you plan to send. Having input from others who are hopefully more objective can help you to step back from the situation and look at it differently. Suler recommends getting out of the medium in which the conflict occurred - in this case talking to someone in person - to gain a better perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choose whether or not you want to respond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do have a choice, and you don't have to respond. You may be too upset to respond in the way that you would like, or it may not be worthy of a response. If the post is accusatory or inflammatory and the person's style tends to be aggressive or bullying, the best strategy is to ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assume that people mean well, unless they have a history or pattern of aggression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everyone has their bad days, gets triggered, reacts insensitively, and writes an email without thinking it through completely. It doesn't mean that they don't have good intentions. On the other hand, some people pick fights no matter how kind and patient you are with them. They distort what you say, quote you out of context, and make all sorts of accusations all to vilify and antagonize you. Don't take the "bait" by engaging in a struggle with them - they'll never stop. Sometimes, the best strategy is to have nothing more to do with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarify what was meant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all misinterpret what we hear and read, particularly when we feel hurt or upset. It's a good idea to check out that you understood them correctly. For example, you could ask, 'When you said...did you mean...or, what did you mean by...?' Or, 'when you said...I heard...is that what you meant?' Often times, what we think someone said is not even close to what they meant to say. Give them the benefit of the doubt and the chance to be clear about what they meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think about what you want to accomplish by your communication&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to connect with this person? Are you trying to understand them and be understood? What is the message you hope to convey? What is the tone you want to communicate? Consider how you can convey that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verbalize what you want to accomplish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples, I want to understand what you're saying; I feel hurt by some stuff that you said; I want to talk about it in a way that we both feel heard and understood; I want to find a way to work this out. I know we don't agree about everything and that's okay;  I'd like to talk with you about how I felt reading your post; I hope we can talk this through because I really like you; I don't want to be argumentative or blaming.? Use 'I' statements when sharing your feelings or thoughts For example, 'I feel... ' versus 'You made me feel...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use strictly feeling statements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling statements include saying you felt hurt, sad, scared, angry, happy, guilty, remorseful, etc. In everyday conversations, we describe our feelings differently than this. For example, we say that we felt 'attacked', 'threatened', 'unsafe', or 'punched in the stomach'. When the person we're upset with is not present, or able to read our words, this is an understandable way to express the full depth of our feelings and experience. Generally though, these statements are not simply feeling statements because they contain within them unexpressed beliefs. For example, you believe that you were attacked by the person, not that it just felt that way. If you want to communicate with the person involved (or they can read your words), it is best to stick to simple feeling statements otherwise they will hear you as accusing them of attacking them and be angry or upset with you. Some people get confused why other people get upset with them when they think they are only expressing their feelings; usually in these cases there were unstated beliefs expressed which the person reacted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choose your words carefully and thoughtfully, particularly when you're upset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your best to keep in mind that the person will read your post alone. You are not physically or virtually present with them to clarify what you meant, and they can't see the kindness in your eyes. They must rely entirely on your words to interpret your meaning, intent, and tone. This is why it's important to choose your words carefully and thoughtfully. You can still be real and honest while being selective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Place yourself in the other person's shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How might they hear your message? To avoid unnecessary conflict or a lot of hurt feelings, it helps to take into account who you're writing to. One person might be able to hear you say it exactly how you think it, and another person would be threatened by that style of communication. Think about the other person when writing your email or post. Do your best to communicate in a way that is respectful, sensitive, and clear to them. People often say, to do that feels like they're being controlled and why shouldn't they just write it the way they want to. Of course you can write it any way you want, especially online, but if you want to communicate with this person and have them hear and understand what you're saying, it helps to think about how they will hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use emoticons to express your tone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In online communication, visual and auditory cues are replaced by emoticons, for example, smiles, winks, and laughter. It helps to use emoticons to convey your tone. Additionally, if you like the person, tell them! Having a conflict or misunderstanding doesn't mean you don't like the person any more, but people often forget that reality, or don't think to say it. It may be most needed during a tense interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start and end your post with positive, affirming, and validating statements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you agree with, what you understand about how they feel, and any other positive statements at the beginning of your email. This helps set a positive tone. End on a positive note as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Paradox of Online Communication&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handling conflict constructively is hard at the best times, and it can be even harder online. It can take a great deal of effort, care, and thoughtfulness to address differences, tensions, and conflicts online. Paradoxically, some of the same things that contribute to heightened conflict online can contribute to peaceful resolutions as well. The internet is an ideal place to practice communication and conflict resolution skills. Just as the absence of visual and auditory cues, the anonymity, invisibility, delayed reactions, and neutralizing of status free us to say what ever negative thing we want, they can also free us to try new, and more positive communication styles and to take all the time we need to do that. As with any new technology, the internet can be used to enhance our personal growth and relationships, or to alienate us from each other. It's our choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-8698446902855218851?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8698446902855218851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=8698446902855218851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8698446902855218851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/8698446902855218851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-want-to-share-what-i-just-read.html' title=''/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-4920189341293775507</id><published>2008-08-18T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:07:32.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran from it..I cried angry bitter tears...I screamed until my throat hurt...Still, it charmed me into submission.I finally held a rose in the palm of my hand.Color it red, or blue?I offered it to you...for the first time in my life.Love was patient with me....Love tortured me...Love made me feel alive....after it killed me.Love made me fear death...the fear of having to leave it behind.A man and a woman need each other to find God...To lose  yourself in another person....is assurance of never being lost yourself.. in existence.I drown...I come up for air...I drown....come up for air....To die a thousand times....in the thoughts of never being truly loved.To truly exist....is to let ourselves truly love another.Unconditional....Never Ending...To never be able to forget a face...a voice....a touch.Break my heart....Let it heal...I finally need someone...no longer too stubborn to admit it.Someone needs me...Stubborn soul that I am...I need to be needed...We all need to be Love's possession...To possess Love ...is to be possessed by Love.LoveLife's most important possession..Wicked game romantic love is...It can cause as much pain...as it can cause joy.I lost myself...in the essence of....the starry eyed girl I used to be.My mind fought and won...ignorance.I have been angry for so long...My angst almost  lost it all for me...Understanding runs deep within me...at last.Compassion dictates..I had to love....to get love.Willing to be lost in love...is how simple?I had to forgive...to be forgiven.Eyes wide open...With a tear....Scripture says that God collects all of our tears..I no longer need save them...To let them flow....In the eyes of Love&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/1824415658826998586-4920189341293775507?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4920189341293775507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=4920189341293775507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/4920189341293775507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/4920189341293775507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-in-deep.html' title='Lost in the Deep'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-5169065212274569609</id><published>2008-08-18T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:06:19.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Games for Silly Girls</title><content type='html'>Here is one of your favorites.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing Our DayQuestions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you wearing today?&lt;br /&gt;Tan shorts and a grey tanktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When is the last time you went to Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember...I dumped Starbucks for going cheap...my new coffee place is Dutch Bros. I went there today....it is about 100 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;I will never grow up....I am just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How did you fix your lovely hair today?&lt;br /&gt;Up in a messy bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite outfit in your closet?&lt;br /&gt;My black gouchos...knee high black boots....fitted black shirt with fancy bow tie at neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Fish and Chips...strawberry milkshake...Burgerville was good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;Morrissey...Adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Summer in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite tv Show?&lt;br /&gt;Cops and Judge Judy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What famous person would you like to meet?&lt;br /&gt;Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.If you could go back in time and change one event, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I would change my father's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Describe yourself in two words.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is a hero in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My dad was my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Did you clean your room today?&lt;br /&gt;No, aren't you proud of me?Chores will not kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could change one thing in the world...what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I would take away money...and give to all that are in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe your favorite jammies.&lt;br /&gt;My blue fluffy cloud robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is on your desk right now?&lt;br /&gt;A phone, laptop, makeup, mirror, colored pencils, my watch, a lil' blue good luck elephant, and speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your philosophy on life, why we are here?&lt;br /&gt;We are here to experience all things in life....mostly love and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you like most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I like my faith the most....nothing can touch that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-5169065212274569609?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5169065212274569609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=5169065212274569609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/5169065212274569609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/5169065212274569609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/silly-games-for-silly-girls.html' title='Silly Games for Silly Girls'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-2662138162736762521</id><published>2008-08-18T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:56:52.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Story Of A Sad Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SUNDAY, 17 AUGUST 2008--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="Tip('Flag this entry as inappropriate')" style="POSITION: relative" onclick="flag_popup('user_blog', 139252)" onmouseout="UnTip()" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I saw the saddest man I ever met,shame is he has no idea he should cry..It might help...As anyone knows who has worked as a cashier anywhere, you see your coworkers as customers. The fellow cashiers I know, and I know a few others, others I only know by the fact they have the uniform shirt on.One guy I know by sight is this guy, maybe 30's or so, always comes up with reduced produce, never talks and and always looks mad and storms off without a word.  You would think that he had the whole world as his enemy.  You would think he was stuck in a dead end job that he hated but he had no future and was mad at the world because it made him suffer.I know some will tell me after reading this that he does suffer, but then again you ask for things sometimes and you get them.Last night he came at a time when there were no others around, and the night manager was at the post behind me so I had a chance to ask what was this guys deal.  The scowl was there. Not a word. the bag it himself before I can even make a move after scanning it....the storming off like a mad man...it was all there!So why is he so mad?  What is up his craw? His response at first floored me:"Be glad he does not talk to you as that means you are not on his hit list."GULPHit list?As in guns?NoSeems this guy is into getting people fired that cross him.  He will see they bought something and put it to the side.  The person will not put the receipt in her/his poscket but in the bag.  This guy then takes the receipt and accuses you of stealing and you get fired.I wondered why my trainer said to keep me stuff on me after I buy it !Anyway...he also has a habit of looking for anti-Jewish comments everywhere.  Like if I had pointed out what a bargin the produce was that he buys, and mentioned he always bought it.He does always buy it.And the sun rose in the east this morning.It is a good buy.And the guy I am talking about happens to be male.Facts are facts.There is no value judgement made in any of the statements I just made.  But he would see it as me saying he was cheap and we would be off to the races I guess....At last count he has had 20 people fired.It seems to be his hobby!I said that maybe he might meet his match in me!  I mean I do not NEED this job to survive although it helps alot with things.  And minimum wage jobs are not that hard, and with 2 new giant shopping centers opening up in the area I am sure I could replace this job with a little effort.  Maybe I throw on the ole armor and let the jerk fight the whiteknight.  Freedom is just another word for nothing to lose, to paraphrase the ole song.  Might be fun.The hero in my was shining out as I thought of all this.Level this creep once and for all!Maybe this guy needs a new hobby like welfare I thought!Well that is sad enough that he has this as a hobby, but then it got sadder.And maybe Superman is meeting Superman in this fight and the other guy has green bullets in a way. At least he is as bullet proof!  So maybe I will save my battle for a foe I can crush and make it hurt more.Or maybe one that is not as pitiful a foe.Seems this guy is a multi-millionaire.He was left land in Manhattan and Brooklyn worth millions and has an income of 6 figures monthly coming in from apartments he owns that were willed to him by parents.And he does this job?If he makes twice what I do that is not alot!Go start a buisness, tour the world, sit by the pool with a beautiful woman and sip cocktails, do something fun.....!!!!!I am told that when people have said this to him, before he gets them fired, he states that his fun is working there and tormenting people.I was told at least one person he did this to was a struggling single mother that management quietly got another job at a rival supermarket. And I was also told he found this out, went there, tried to start trouble so she would be fired there!!!  They threw him out of the store.I once met a man with no feet and having no shoes seems not that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-2662138162736762521?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2662138162736762521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=2662138162736762521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/2662138162736762521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/2662138162736762521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/sad-story-of-sad-man.html' title='A Sad Story Of A Sad Man'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-3293447250238011521</id><published>2008-08-18T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:43:37.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends With Benefit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKk1RdLUG3I/AAAAAAAAACM/_fngKBsWS0U/s1600-h/frens+with+benefit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235774615801043826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKk1RdLUG3I/AAAAAAAAACM/_fngKBsWS0U/s320/frens+with+benefit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i'm so sick and tired &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of all your hissy fits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've got ireconsilable differences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if we could just say no to this relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we could be best friends with benefites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's right that's what i said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's the best thought i ever had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what do you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've got nothing to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you get yours and i get mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's where we draw the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now i'm leaving it up to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so sick and tired &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of all your hissy fits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've got ireconsilable differences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if we could just say no to this relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we could be best friends with benefites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well nobody's got to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do we really wanna let this go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just cause we can't get along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come on baby it's a full proof plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me be your loving man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't see how this could go wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so sick and tired of all your hissy fits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've got ireconsilable differences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if we could just say no to this relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we could be best friends with benefites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive searched high and low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to find somebody new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but every road i travel downleads right back to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so sick and tired &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of all your hissy fits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've got ireconsilable differences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if we could just say no to this relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we could be best friends with benefites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come on let's be best friends with benefits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-3293447250238011521?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3293447250238011521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=3293447250238011521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/3293447250238011521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/3293447250238011521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-with-benefit_18.html' title='Friends With Benefit'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKk1RdLUG3I/AAAAAAAAACM/_fngKBsWS0U/s72-c/frens+with+benefit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-707892269260974948</id><published>2008-08-18T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:44:37.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me And My Bestfren's Ever 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkoA45DEwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjIugPxdFnw/s1600-h/frens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235760037531685634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkoA45DEwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjIugPxdFnw/s320/frens.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HOPE WE ALL WILL REMEMBER EACH OTHER WHEN WE FAR AWAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIENDSHIP NEVER ENDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIENDSHIP FOREVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"LUV YA ALL"&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/1824415658826998586-707892269260974948?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/707892269260974948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=707892269260974948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/707892269260974948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/707892269260974948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-and-my-bestfrens-ever-2008.html' title='Me And My Bestfren&apos;s Ever 2008'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkoA45DEwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JjIugPxdFnw/s72-c/frens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-30368599397226559</id><published>2008-08-18T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:29:37.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering The Most Sweetest Day In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkiE_cbIWI/AAAAAAAAABs/rdix2hnkviY/s1600-h/m_cba5bbdf117b3d580c6b7522b7a8a725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235753510940385634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkiE_cbIWI/AAAAAAAAABs/rdix2hnkviY/s320/m_cba5bbdf117b3d580c6b7522b7a8a725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkkHFKQhfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bzd368SOZ-0/s1600-h/m_bc4fa163c284fd15fa916ffde86fe77a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235755745857799666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkkHFKQhfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bzd368SOZ-0/s320/m_bc4fa163c284fd15fa916ffde86fe77a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its started in 4th Feb 2007, i finally met him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We started to get to know each other since a year before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                        We didnt keep in touch that much...just on and off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;            But suddenly we get attached back together..and thats all been started until now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I love him so much more that i love myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  Thanks for loving me all this while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And hoping that we will last forever until the end of time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkkHFKQhfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bzd368SOZ-0/s1600-h/m_bc4fa163c284fd15fa916ffde86fe77a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1824415658826998586-30368599397226559?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/30368599397226559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=30368599397226559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/30368599397226559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/30368599397226559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/remembering-most-sweetest-day-in-my.html' title='Remembering The Most Sweetest Day In My Life'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkiE_cbIWI/AAAAAAAAABs/rdix2hnkviY/s72-c/m_cba5bbdf117b3d580c6b7522b7a8a725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-7296505261641186494</id><published>2008-08-17T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:35:03.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Believe In Yourself</title><content type='html'>If you have been beat down long enough, believing in yourself can seem impossible. When you have had people in your life who do not lift you up, you pretty much take over for them when they are not there. You proceed to discount your skills and abilities based on what other people have said. You are doing a great disservice to yourself and giving your power to someone else. To reach your goals in this life, believing in yourself is extremely important if you want to get anywhere. Those assumptions about who you are become a way of life. You will stay stuck in these patterns until you change the way you think. Here are some simple ways to start learning how to believe in you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Try Even When You Still Think You Can't Do ItBecause you have pattern of not believing in yourself, this will take a little work. Make a vow to yourself today that you will try your best at any opportunity that comes your way. It does not matter if you have fallen on your face before or whether you think it's even possible. The important thing is to pledge to yourself that you will try no matter what the outcome may be. The worst thing to do to yourself is to assume you can't do it before even trying. Tell yourself right now that any effort to do better is not a waste of your precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Establish Evidence For The AssumptionsGet some paper and start a list. List every one of those things you really believe about yourself and your abilities or the lack of them. List them whether they are large or small. Once you have that list go through each assumption and examine it. Ask yourself, "Is this true? What is the proof?" Then go and do whatever it is you feel you cannot. It does not matter if you do it better than anyone else. It only matters that you DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Recognize The PossibilitiesA constant onslaught of self-defeating assumptions obviously puts you in the place of believing you cannot succeed. This goes back to the people in your life who have impressed their own beliefs on you. A silly bunch of girls in high school told you that you were fat and no one would ever want you. Guess what you have been doing since? Saying that same self-defeating comment to yourself. It is time to push beyond what you believe are your capabilities. This is a scary thought. It also will be a step in the direction of finding the belief in you. The assumptions you have about yourself may not be true. You have simply accepted these assumptions as truth without proof. Consider all the possibilities of each situation. Challenge the assumptions and have an open mind to the possibility that you could be wrong! With every success, whether large or small, the belief in yourself will grow. That will be the push you need to keep stepping outside your comfort zone and attain the accomplishments you truly deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-7296505261641186494?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7296505261641186494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=7296505261641186494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/7296505261641186494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/7296505261641186494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-believe-in-yourself.html' title='How To Believe In Yourself'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-5751715386625616730</id><published>2008-08-17T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:24:18.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to manage anger toward a loved one</title><content type='html'>Everyone gets mad at family members occasionally. Whether you're irritated by a parent's interference, a child's disobedience, or a spouse's inattentiveness, it's important to learn how to manage anger before it starts to manage you. The thing about anger is that it often rebounds on those who initiate it.&lt;br /&gt;Get hold of negative emotions before they take root in your heart and grow a cluster of inappropriate actions. A nasty attitude, hurtful words, or a cold shoulder are not the way to resolve differences. Instead, give some thought to trying these suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk it out. If a family member offends you, wait for the right time and let that person know. Sometimes we say things without meaning them, or without realizing their effect on others. Give the person a chance to explain his or her intentions before describing your feelings. Chances are a good, open talk will help to clear the air between you. Choose a private meeting area away from others, preferably in a public place to avoid the meeting occurring on someone’s “turf.” Be prepared to listen long and talk little.&lt;br /&gt;2. Forgive and forget. If a relative continues to hurt you over time and apologizes after each occurrence, learn to forgive and move on. Don't set high expectations for this person to change in the near future. Instead, accept her "as is" with the understanding that the hurt is probably unintentional. While it is all right to point out the problem behavior as it takes place, you may have to accept that the relative is unable to control words or actions that lead up to the infraction, perhaps lacking emotional maturity or personal responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;3. Practice avoidance. If your family member continues to offend after you have made it clear how you feel, you may need to step back from the relationship and give the other person some time to think things through. That doesn't mean you give the cold shoulder whenever you happen to meet, or refuse to return calls or be friendly at social gatherings. It means that you maintain a friendly tone if your paths happen to cross at family events, but keep your distance in terms of initiating one-to-one meetings.&lt;br /&gt;4. Seek a mediator. If the conflict escalates or it becomes necessary to find resolution, ask a neutral family member or third party that both of you trust to hear both sides and try to work out a compromise. Sometimes those too close to a conflict are unable to sort the issues like a third party can.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be kind. Those who are hardest to love are often the ones that need it most. If your difficult family member is stubborn or difficult, try to maintain a friendly veneer without endorsing problem behaviors. Send a card, take over a plate of cookies, or mail a gift. When an unlovable person feels loved, his or her outlook can change dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is to never stop working on family relationships. Though you may need to take a time out, keep a degree of distance, or surrender hopes of relational growth, you can still maintain a family relationship through patience, perseverance, and persistence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-5751715386625616730?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5751715386625616730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=5751715386625616730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/5751715386625616730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/5751715386625616730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-manage-anger-toward-loved-one.html' title='How to manage anger toward a loved one'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-4709531782341228489</id><published>2008-08-17T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:17:49.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Start Thinking Positively?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkQ4VnpE6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VLH_Bq8Qme4/s1600-h/lens1413432_Mergyte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235734601857045410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkQ4VnpE6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VLH_Bq8Qme4/s320/lens1413432_Mergyte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to start thinking positively?&lt;br /&gt;You've certainly heard of the power of positive thinking. Many people try to adopt positive attitude after they've heard of the possible benefits - who wouldn't want to become rich, thin and desirable by just "thinking"? The beginning might be trickier than you'd think, if you don't know where to start. Many can get disappointed by their own lack of willpower, or they lose motivation, o see no results and quit prematurely. It wouldn't happen if you could get results instantly, would it?&lt;br /&gt;This article describes one simple mind trick that will make you see positive results in minutes (it's also free).&lt;br /&gt;It will become your first easy step into the practice of positive thinking (or, the law of attraction, as they call it these days). It will also give you proof that positive thinking works, and, as a result, motivation.&lt;br /&gt;No more staring at the ceiling trying to imagine lillies all day long. No more writing "I will be a pop star" or "I am rich" countless times until your hand falls off. No more mumbling under your breath "I am beautiful" while standing in line, wondering when the damn mantra is going to work, until you catch curious glances other people cast at you.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, many of these things also work marvelously - but to really get it, you gotta start from small. And to really believe it, you gotta see results. In minutes. As promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First exercise:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you can try it at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around yourself, wherever you are.See the ugliness of the location. If there's little or none, find it. You can, can't you? There must be something ugly (unpleasant to the eye) about the place you're in. Find the ugliest part or object.Now. Look around again. See the beauty of the place. If you can see little or no beauty at first, find it. Look for it. You can, can't you?Now look at the ugliest part of the whole place. Find the beauty in it. There must be something beautiful about it. Ridiculous? Oh no. Look again until you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Did it work? Now on to bigger things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second exercise: when you go outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38827126/?qo=72&amp;amp;q=by%3Adaywish&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out in the street. See all the ugly people you pass in the street. No, really. Nobody is really, and I mean for real, magazine-cover beautiful. Even if you meet a supermodel, there's a great chance she won't be wearing perfect makeup and standing in perfect lighting just-so.Even if you live in Hollywood and chance upon a photo-shoot right outside your door: look at the ugly way the model is standing, or laughing, or squinting, or whatever. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second exercise part 2: go outside again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you've spent the whole day (or a month, or a year, or maybe your whole life; I spent no less than 10 years of my life looking at ugly people myself) looking at uglies, go outside again.Now see the beauty in everyone. And I mean everyone. If you can't find the beauty in a fat red-faced lady, be creative about it. Find some curve or some lighting, or the smile, or maybe the shine of her hair, hell, the shine of her pants. Whatever works. See the beauty? Photograph it with your inner eye and move on.&lt;a href="http://cathy.elf.lt/?id=23" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, I know it sounds banal. "See the beauty in everyone". You've certainly heard it before, only a million times maybe. But it works - in minutes. Right after you try it, you see beautiful people wherever you look. Cool, isn't it?It's only banal because everyone's granny been saying it for ages. What you have to discover here, is that they only keep saying it because it works. This is a legitimate starting position to controlling your awareness. Once you master this banal simplicity, you can move on to more complex or more original methods.So that's the beginning of positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Third exercise: find the positive in something not-so-nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now train yourself.See the romantic in rain, the uplifting in direct sunlight, the nostalgic in dust, the mystic in pollution, the warm in overweight... You name it.Seriously. Watch for anything you don't usually like. Notice it. Look for the good part. Savor it. Move on to look for more.&lt;a href="http://cathy.elf.lt/?id=23" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take as much or as little time for this training, but notice this: whenever you start looking for the good part, you find it in minutes. In anything.That's because you're so good at searching, when you set your mind on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Trick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42076621/?qo=58&amp;amp;q=by%3Adaywish&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's training. Not constant, or extensive, or intense. Just, when you notice yourself slipping in optimism or belief, do some exercising. Notice some small things, achieve some slight but pleasant results. Just enough to bring you back on track.This is how you train your positive thinking muscle: look for the bright side, until you find something pretty to look at, something pleasant to enjoy in whatever you're doing, something promising in your situation that you could use to your advantage.The best part of this exercise is that it will make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking for the bright side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Look for the bright side, not at it.Even if you think you've found it, keep looking. There's always more to find.Even if there seems to be no bright side (that's why "look at the bright side" never seems to work), keep looking for it. Surely you'll find something, however small, to make you that little bit happier, more satisfied, successful or optimistic.In comparison to big positive results the small ones do look, you know, small. But they make up for it by being plentiful. So don't turn off the radar too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do we learn from this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier for your brain to look for one type of thing at the same time, whether you're looking for mushrooms in the woods, lost socks in your room, flaws in your neighbor's behavior, or just something nice to say about your surroundings.&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/59988475/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When your brain is busy looking for the positive, you stop noticing everything else (that is, the negative), thus making your world become absolutely positive - even if for a few minutes.Although practice shows that positive attitude, once gained in this way, usually lasts a while, and getting it back becomes easier with each try.Thus you can see that any such positive touch to your world is more powerful than it at first seems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-4709531782341228489?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4709531782341228489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=4709531782341228489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/4709531782341228489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/4709531782341228489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-start-thinking-positively.html' title='How To Start Thinking Positively?'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkQ4VnpE6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VLH_Bq8Qme4/s72-c/lens1413432_Mergyte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824415658826998586.post-3929544990079824571</id><published>2008-08-17T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:01:42.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Way To Reduce Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkQACnPwBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9IfWMbii5-k/s1600-h/Result_of_STRESS_by_CLEMZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235733634682437650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkQACnPwBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9IfWMbii5-k/s320/Result_of_STRESS_by_CLEMZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up 15 minutes earlier&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for the morning the night before&lt;br /&gt;Avoid tight fitting clothes&lt;br /&gt;Avoid relying on chemical aids&lt;br /&gt;Set appointments ahead&lt;br /&gt;Don't rely on your memory...write it down&lt;br /&gt;Practice preventative maintenance&lt;br /&gt;Make duplicate keys&lt;br /&gt;Say no more often&lt;br /&gt;Set priorities in your life&lt;br /&gt;Avoid negative people&lt;br /&gt;Use time wisely&lt;br /&gt;Simplify meal times&lt;br /&gt;Always make copies of important papers&lt;br /&gt;Anticipate your needs&lt;br /&gt;Repair anything that doesn't work properly&lt;br /&gt;Ask for help with the jobs you dislike&lt;br /&gt;Break large tasks into bite size portions&lt;br /&gt;Look at problems as challenges&lt;br /&gt;Look at challenges differently&lt;br /&gt;Unclutter your life&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared for rain&lt;br /&gt;Tickle a baby&lt;br /&gt;Pet a friendly dog or cat&lt;br /&gt;Don't know all the answers&lt;br /&gt;Look for the silver lining&lt;br /&gt;Say something nice to someone&lt;br /&gt;Teach a kid to fly a kite&lt;br /&gt;Walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Schedule play time into every day&lt;br /&gt;Take a bubble bath&lt;br /&gt;Be aware of the decisions you make&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying negative things to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Visualize yourself winning&lt;br /&gt;Develop your sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking tomorrow will be a better today&lt;br /&gt;Have goals for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Dance a jig&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Ask a friend for a hug&lt;br /&gt;Look up at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Practice breathing slowly&lt;br /&gt;Learn to whistle a tune&lt;br /&gt;Read a poem&lt;br /&gt;Listen to a symphony&lt;br /&gt;Watch a ballet&lt;br /&gt;Read a story curled up in bed&lt;br /&gt;Do a brand new thing&lt;br /&gt;Stop a bad habit&lt;br /&gt;Buy yourself a flower&lt;br /&gt;Take time to smell the flower&lt;br /&gt;Find support from others&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone to be your "vent partner"&lt;br /&gt;Do it today&lt;br /&gt;Work at being cheerful and optimistic&lt;br /&gt;Put safety first&lt;br /&gt;Do everything in moderation&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to your appearance&lt;br /&gt;Strive for excellence NOT perfection&lt;br /&gt;Stretch your limits a little each day&lt;br /&gt;Look at a work of art&lt;br /&gt;Hum a jingle&lt;br /&gt;Maintain your weight&lt;br /&gt;Plant a tree&lt;br /&gt;Feed the birds&lt;br /&gt;Practice grace under pressure&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and stretch&lt;br /&gt;Always have a plan "B"&lt;br /&gt;Learn a new doodle&lt;br /&gt;Memorize a joke&lt;br /&gt;Be responsible for your feelings&lt;br /&gt;Learn to meet your own needs&lt;br /&gt;Become a better listener&lt;br /&gt;Know your limitations and let others know them too&lt;br /&gt;Tell someone to have a good day in pig Latin&lt;br /&gt;Throw a paper airplane&lt;br /&gt;Exercise every day&lt;br /&gt;Learn the words to a new song&lt;br /&gt;Get to work early&lt;br /&gt;Clean out one closet&lt;br /&gt;Play patty cake with a toddler&lt;br /&gt;Go on a picnic&lt;br /&gt;Take a different route to work&lt;br /&gt;Leave work early (with permission)&lt;br /&gt;Put air freshener in your car&lt;br /&gt;Watch a movie and eat popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Write a note to a far away friend&lt;br /&gt;Go to a ball game and scream&lt;br /&gt;Cook a meal and eat it by candlelight&lt;br /&gt;Recognize the importance of unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;Remember that stress is an attitude&lt;br /&gt;Keep a journal&lt;br /&gt;Practice a monster smile&lt;br /&gt;Remember you always have options&lt;br /&gt;Have a support network of people, places and things&lt;br /&gt;Quit trying to "fix" other people&lt;br /&gt;Get enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;Talk less and listen more&lt;br /&gt;Freely praise other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 - Avoid tight fitting clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 - Make duplicate keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#12 - Use time wisely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#22 - Smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#25 - Pet a dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#30 - Walk in the rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#36 - Visualize yourself winning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#63 - Look at a work of art P.S. Relax, take each day one at a time... you have the rest of your life to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824415658826998586-3929544990079824571?l=unpresentperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3929544990079824571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1824415658826998586&amp;postID=3929544990079824571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/3929544990079824571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824415658826998586/posts/default/3929544990079824571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpresentperson.blogspot.com/2008/08/101-way-to-reduce-stress.html' title='101 Way To Reduce Stress'/><author><name>NaNa HaYLeY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360986082732288232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SLDldoVEYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uU0NWdL2fEI/S220/cover07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iL_znWT21LM/SKkQACnPwBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9IfWMbii5-k/s72-c/Result_of_STRESS_by_CLEMZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
