<?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-6042734075478775770</id><updated>2011-12-24T14:33:36.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. The Healing Process .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-8946330787197111950</id><published>2011-12-24T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:33:36.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Never Fails</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;So it has been a very long time since I last posted a blog. Today is Christmas Eve, and here I am sitting in front of the computer posting a blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Well with that being said, I need to get something of my chest. Everyone wants to be with someone. Everyone wants to feel that special inkling of knowing that the person next to them is their one and only. The dismal truth about it is, that we do not want to take the effort to get to know someone.  We want to speed through the whole process of meeting someone, getting to know them and within a week we are a couple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;As easy as that may be it s harder to keep it going, for as they may be no more spark as how it was in the beginning. I am no professional in relationships but if I had to be in a relationship, I would want one that I am the person's best friend and lover at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;So how about this Christmas we just spread the love and joy with friends, family, lovers and even enemies.. you never know you may just be charmed ;)&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/6042734075478775770-8946330787197111950?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8946330787197111950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-never-fails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/8946330787197111950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/8946330787197111950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-never-fails.html' title='Love Never Fails'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-7458760616659639446</id><published>2011-11-12T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:09:26.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams and assignments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So once again after taking a long hiatus from blogging, I am back. This time, I blog about something I have blogged numerous times before: Assignments and exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;After the never ending cycle of exams and assignments have once again come around, I only have one thing to say, KILL ME NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This sem is overall a pretty bad sem and I just cant wait for it to be over and done with. With all sorts of drama occurring in the past few months since it has started, I need a break ASAP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now it is just assignments that are due in a few coming weeks and exams just around the corner. I'll need to take a rain check on all exciting events that may resemble some sort of a social life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just a few more weeks to go!! *fingers and toes crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Let the countdown begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-7458760616659639446?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7458760616659639446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/11/exams-and-assignments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/7458760616659639446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/7458760616659639446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/11/exams-and-assignments.html' title='exams and assignments'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-2892326387865399305</id><published>2011-09-03T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:41:35.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Near A nEW hIGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So it is almost time to head back to a new sem. All I am hoping for is one sane sem where I do not fall all over someone for their kind words and gentle smile. PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I have once again bounced back and put my boxing gloves up. So instead of fighting against misery, let it linger around and lets get to feel loneliness and its friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I would never have thought that being here today I would have learnt to deal with immature childishness at a counseling level! As much as I am recovering from doomsday, I also have this small voice inside me saying to keep fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;How do I know when to stop? Sigh .... the lesson of letting go ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-2892326387865399305?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2892326387865399305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/09/sitting-near-new-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/2892326387865399305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/2892326387865399305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/09/sitting-near-new-high.html' title='Sitting Near A nEW hIGH'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-8925097755109119927</id><published>2011-08-22T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:02:06.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back down to misery, im company once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So, I know it has been quite a while since I last posted something. Only to let you know that once again I've been signed up to the wagon of misery and pain. Ironically it takes you to a place where rainbows and sunshine is. Also known as the other side of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A close friend once told me that in order to get to the rainbow we need to go through the rain. So here I am listening to what we would call this day in age the emo-ness of life and a moment to think life through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I was always that independent person and all of a sudden I've been crushed down by a the few words that pierced through my heart an d ripped the old wounds open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Time heals everything. Or that is what I've heard. So I'll sit here and wait till this pain washes away and once again, I can start a new chapter in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-LoVe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-8925097755109119927?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8925097755109119927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-down-to-misery-im-company-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/8925097755109119927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/8925097755109119927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-down-to-misery-im-company-once.html' title='back down to misery, im company once again'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-1629115264608299735</id><published>2011-08-12T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:14:20.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED RESULTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;So its been like a month since we completed my first sem. and I am still waiting for my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously how long does it take for you to mark papers and get them re-checked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fed up want to know my grades and then start preparing myself for next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that hard isn't it?  Sigh need to calm down ...... zzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-1629115264608299735?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1629115264608299735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/1629115264608299735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/1629115264608299735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-results.html' title='I NEED RESULTS'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-7362390511193093617</id><published>2011-07-14T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:59:49.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>I miss the way i fall into your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I know when I'm with you nothing can bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me and the smile I fall for each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way your arms snake around me and I fall deeper into your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of you that takes me higher each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments of seeing you coming to see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like nothing has changed and at the same time everything is changing in front of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you to no extent that I wake up everyday wishing I woke up next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still when I 'm next to you, Nothing can be too long with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-7362390511193093617?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7362390511193093617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/07/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/7362390511193093617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/7362390511193093617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/07/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-2580417646091508884</id><published>2011-07-10T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:58:35.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little gold dust on top of his head :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-size: 100%; "&gt;So for all who know me and the picky person I am with people, I am glad to tell you that I got a blessing put upon me. With every second I type this it brings me happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;to know that my mind keeps diverting to the happy moment of being with him. I never knew I could find someone that is lovable, affectionate, caring funny and the person that I could forget about every care in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;Your my happy lovebug and my lucky charm . I LOVE YOU . :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PICTURES WILL BE UPLOADED LATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-2580417646091508884?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2580417646091508884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-gold-dust-on-top-of-his-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/2580417646091508884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/2580417646091508884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-gold-dust-on-top-of-his-head.html' title='A little gold dust on top of his head :)'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-6381036703944424495</id><published>2011-06-25T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T17:46:36.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAMPING TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So it has been quite awhile since I last posted something on my blog and I know that its kinda lame the only reason I'm here is to went about assignments and exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So as I had said earlier that assignments and exams are a killer at the moment, I find it hard to make time for other things such as socializing, and taking a breather. I cant wait till this sem is done and I practically have a bit of space and time to just kick back and relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Exams another big doodoo at the moment. :) In two weeks and I haven't even flipped a page and no sense of urgency whatsoever runs through me. DISAPPOINTMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I honestly hope these next few weeks run through smoothly and swiftly. Will be back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-6381036703944424495?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6381036703944424495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-it-has-been-quite-awhile-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/6381036703944424495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/6381036703944424495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-it-has-been-quite-awhile-since-i.html' title='CRAMPING TIME'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-3804356210683718926</id><published>2011-06-03T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:04:15.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPY8dINN-mQ/Tej0dzah94I/AAAAAAAAAE0/qBQQ_sL9zxw/s1600/goog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPY8dINN-mQ/Tej0dzah94I/AAAAAAAAAE0/qBQQ_sL9zxw/s320/goog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614005728372193154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;So this poster I found whle browsing through google images. I t made me think twice about the way I've been taking life recently. Moping and sulking about things that obviously do not bother me. I cant be the serious one all the time but I try to fix things the least possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;One thing is for sure, I have the best of friends around me to hold my head up and keep me going. Zanne, Cyn, Aaron, Jojo, you guys got me up when I thought there was no point of going on anymore. You stood by me and protected me when everyone thought I was the one at fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ive learned to live without judgement, without thinking low of others. and looking at myself now, learning that I gave everything was just thrown away and not even appreciated hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;But so what? shit happens, deal with it and I'm slowly realizing that come what may, I have myself to pull me through and all in all. Im pretty strong with the love around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-3804356210683718926?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3804356210683718926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/06/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/3804356210683718926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/3804356210683718926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPY8dINN-mQ/Tej0dzah94I/AAAAAAAAAE0/qBQQ_sL9zxw/s72-c/goog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-1409218414159329001</id><published>2011-05-10T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:03:30.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This post is to someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I know they wont read it anytime soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But I just hope everyone that reads this will say a prayer tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I knew you when I was down, low in spirit and didn't know how to get back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It was you that trusted me and spoke to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It was you that loved me and cared for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It was you that gave me freedom and backed me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Now, seeing you lying there makes me think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Where did all my courage go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I cant help you the way you helped me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nevertheless you smiled and remembered me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Your strength and love is never ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I know you will beat this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Walk and talk again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You will be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-1409218414159329001?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1409218414159329001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/1409218414159329001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/1409218414159329001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-7489438715219759817</id><published>2011-05-06T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:10:09.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Nothing changes the way I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Something I can tell was our love, that was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I know we left a lot unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;and I know sometimes its best to keep it that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But each time I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Thoughts of you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I miss the hug, the warm embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The delight of seeing your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The smile that made me warm inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The love you showered without any pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But somehow that changed, you changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I held my breath and begged for you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I swallowed my pride and strode ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I sulked and moped for as long as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But chin up and smile I thought I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The quivering curve on my face I could no longer pull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I cried and prayed come back please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;My wish I knew was hard to fulfill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I'm moving on, or at least I'm trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Your what I wanted I want you by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A kiss and a hug, I fell for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Now all I want is the love we value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Mark, I hate how you made me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I love the moments we shared, we were not the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;there were moments were I transgressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;There were times you would have absurd requests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But now it's over and done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;This love was over before it begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-7489438715219759817?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7489438715219759817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/05/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/7489438715219759817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/7489438715219759817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-3526462577890512620</id><published>2011-05-03T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:14:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Couldn't think of a better title than something that actually describes the way I'm feeling. Im just sick and tired of putting on the face that says the whole world is filled with sunshine and rainbows. I'm sick and tired of listening to everyone's lifelong history all catastrophic events and sudden urge to just sulk in misery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So maybe this may come as a shock to you, but I hurt! I feel every emotion that just lives and breeds inside of me. I'm not usually the person that has a breakdown and shows it to the whole world. I am just another person among the millions who wants to be heard and understood. To be loved and embraced with arms welcoming at any moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of being put as second best and left to fend for myself. I never asked for the moon or the stars but just your love. Something I gave you with my whole heart. Some people say never to expect anything in return, I should have done the same. Should have forgotten and just walked away when you said it was over. Yet, I guess it was stubbornness that took over and I fought for you back, and I cried and pleaded for the most. I thought it would all be good, That we would give it one more try and it would be great. We would work on it and just be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then again, there I go making events and imaginary moments that I wish would happen and am I wrong to think of a happy ending? Was one not made for me? I worked and will work for a happy ending, and yes I'll still wish and hope your with me there too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-3526462577890512620?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3526462577890512620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/05/depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/3526462577890512620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/3526462577890512620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/05/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-6760232540113136741</id><published>2011-05-03T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:18:01.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And A Learnin Curve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So people ask me what happens as you grow old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My reply "nothing really, just cranky and whiny as each day passes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Or that is what I used to say. I realize if you learn something as you grow older, why then are we not happy about life? Don't we have the knowledge to grow and become wiser and learn what is best and decide what truly brings us happiness? What is the point of learning about everything and not gaining satisfaction and a serene calmness within ourselves, learning to live with happiness and accepting the consequences of situations learning to live with loss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Maybe after all, the less you have the more you appreciate, the more you appreciate the more you learn to love and soon we try to grow in that love and accept moments that have brought smiles and tears that appeared once on our faces and have now been only a memory from our past. If only we could learn this lesson now, when it has taken people their entire life to learn to let go and forget about having total control of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I would know, I'm still trying to understand my life lesson,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-LOVE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-6760232540113136741?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6760232540113136741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-learnin-curve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/6760232540113136741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/6760232540113136741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-learnin-curve.html' title='And A Learnin Curve'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-8818270413668431431</id><published>2011-05-03T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:26:18.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrown and Forgotten Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It not how much I put myself in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just how much I trusted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave you all I never have before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again left on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trying to gain confidence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Telling myself I'll do this without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I let myself go when we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Losing myself while trying to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was embraced by your hostility towards me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I was right to stay away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You were to strong and I fell for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now all I do is wish you once more with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why is it so hard for me to let you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When at first I said no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish and hope I'll feel this with you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again I shake my head and say what the hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought i made it to a perfect beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then after all, what was I thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I succumbed to everything you put me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left devastated, I felt like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm moving on, don't worry about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just take care off yourself and life your life happily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-8818270413668431431?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8818270413668431431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/05/thrown-and-forgotten-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/8818270413668431431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/8818270413668431431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/05/thrown-and-forgotten-once-again.html' title='Thrown and Forgotten Once Again'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-8909354573450601396</id><published>2011-01-10T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:59:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we progress . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I was thinking about all the technology in the world and all the advantages that we fortunate people have as we are "moving forward" and gaining insight to everything. Ijust question one thing, what about the people who are sitting about on the streets wondering where their life went by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Does anyone think about them for second when we are "facebooking" and complaining why the hell the internet connection is so damn slow because it opens up the web page a few seconds later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone marvels at the work of intellectuals who have the ability to change technology and do good for us, but what I want is for us to start making a change for others who don't use the internet , and a blackberry is still considered a fruit. To the old folks abandoned in homes, and the children with no place to stay, the women who live alone with trying hard to make ends meet by begging on streets, lets start "moving forward" over there. We may not help all of them, but one is enough to start a change and if possible, set an influence on a minority, then that minority may double to become a majority some day. I don't want to get ahead of myself and I probably already am, but its worth a try since we have nothing to loose and only one thing to gain  and to share, LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets make a change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-8909354573450601396?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8909354573450601396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-we-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/8909354573450601396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/8909354573450601396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-we-progress.html' title='As we progress . . . .'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-3284905244384971097</id><published>2011-01-02T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:32:44.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;happy new year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I love and appreciate you all . Have a splendid year filled with success, love and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Be determined and ambitious and strive for everything you put in front of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The world is truly your oyster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Much Love and God Bless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-3284905244384971097?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3284905244384971097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/3284905244384971097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/3284905244384971097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-new.html' title='Something New?'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-5552306864807444509</id><published>2010-12-27T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:59:11.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Knows where it goes but it returns every year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Merry Christmas!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So much love and happiness going round I can barely speak through laughter of joy! Im a pretty happy kid around this time of the year and this year is no exception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The scrumptious and tantalizingly tasty meals scrumptious succulent lamb leg with a turkey prepared all stuffed. The gravy waiting to be poured, owh yummy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;As much as I enjoy the food the company is far too important to leave out. Friends and family just join in and joke about nothing-ness and total positivity, the past couple of days I've seen miracles take place and am just glad I have everyone who is in my life right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Far too many to list but as far as I can tell we are all blessed with something one way or another and this is the moment to open our eyes and appreciate everything around us and live life by giving back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This year has gone by far too fast where I have learned a lot about myself as well as life. I thank the moments I spent alone with myself as well as others for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy 2011 everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-5552306864807444509?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5552306864807444509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/12/heaven-knows-where-it-goes-but-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/5552306864807444509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/5552306864807444509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/12/heaven-knows-where-it-goes-but-it.html' title='Heaven Knows where it goes but it returns every year!'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-3555209136939264292</id><published>2010-11-29T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:52:21.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AA!! Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk2R1ZjWYbw/TPStH1nWamI/AAAAAAAAADY/x2qIOn8AdiI/s1600/tree%2521%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk2R1ZjWYbw/TPStH1nWamI/AAAAAAAAADY/x2qIOn8AdiI/s320/tree%2521%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545247391362738786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Once again Christmas is approaching and we are all influenced by the joy and happiness and love that radiates from the over excited people such as me. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Its that moment of the year where for some reason we find the need to bring the people we hate and the ones we love and just enjoy an atmosphere of absolute tranquility and merriness. The time where we find the need to forget about problems that otherwise would have worried us and just bask in the moment of finding time to laugh and realize what we have been through together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sad though that not all the time we attend to ourselves like this special day we keep till the end of the year and cut off communication to people who have made a so-called blunder and pissed you off, till of course, this glorious month or day where for some reason we think and then realize it wasn't that big after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I just want to wish every one out there the most happiest and merriest time of their life this year. I hope that miracles happen, may it be small ones or big ones let us learn to appreciate them and also let us not just think and remember the less fortunate but let us do something about it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;=LOVE=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-3555209136939264292?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3555209136939264292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/11/aa-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/3555209136939264292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/3555209136939264292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/11/aa-christmas.html' title='AA!! Christmas!!'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk2R1ZjWYbw/TPStH1nWamI/AAAAAAAAADY/x2qIOn8AdiI/s72-c/tree%2521%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-1303959933480857244</id><published>2010-11-22T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:52:34.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend Getaway .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well the past three days I was on a spiritual retreat with the rest of the Love and Life's facilitating team. Here I experienced the inner most side of me. Being able to see that there are moments to be left behind and be built up again made me realize that sometime we crushed, stepped on broken and just flattened by the obstacles of life, but then once we start to rise we start to mold ourselves and start to create this new lease on life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We could choose to be molded into something different, something stronger some thing more balanced and stable with a platform able to with-hold any obstacle that comes along the way or just be molded back into the same thing where we tend to fall into the same pit hole where we were last dropped into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The last three days revealed the abilities that I never knew I possessed and the side I never knew I had anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The side of me sharing my weaknesses and my past was like opening a personal diary an reading it in front of a crowd. Only, this crowd was not just any crowd. This was a crowd with no judgment at hand and only a lending hand to lift me back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also saw side of people that I NEVER thought they had. When you find something out of the unexpected you find yourself in a land that you always dwell in but never lived in. You look but do not see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It felt good to open up once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-1303959933480857244?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1303959933480857244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/11/weekend-getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/1303959933480857244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/1303959933480857244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/11/weekend-getaway.html' title='A Weekend Getaway .'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-2878624339292808245</id><published>2010-11-07T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:05:31.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation to my previous post . =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Well most of you all are wondering what on earth was the last post about. Not to worry, I haven't completely gone insane. The partial sensibility that lingers in me still exists and hence I needed to justify myself for typing out such an absurd post. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;To start off, The story was a dream I had, of course as you can tell it is not as vivid and articulate as it has been in my dream, but then again I'm not as great as a writer as I intended to be. Then again, practice makes perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The dream was so vivid, I could see the boy's face and I could feel his angst and frustration lying there helpless. Every detail was distinguished and noted down mentally.  The blood, the blood when I held it was livid and so graphic and lifelike. It was like I was actually holding it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I felt the urgency to help the boy to get to the ambulance. I still do not know why but it played a significant part in my dream. Well, to me that is. It's that moment when the boy's mom hugged me and thanked me for helping, I realized I had touched someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;To me, holding the packet of blood and leading the by towards the ambulance was just a fraction of my life. Something that I may or may not remember but to that boy it was his life. A small action that had tremendous effect and left the mother in tears and myself moved showed me that it was not just the big actions of people that affect us. The most humble thought from our actions could show off to be a milestone to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;At that point I realized what I had done. The ending was more of an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-2878624339292808245?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2878624339292808245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/11/explanation-to-my-previous-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/2878624339292808245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/2878624339292808245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/11/explanation-to-my-previous-post.html' title='Explanation to my previous post . =)'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-7811507170771712184</id><published>2010-11-06T12:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:19:02.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He lay asleep, as the drip fused him with fresh blood. I waited not knowing how I got there. Yet something told me that is where I was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lay still not moving and I waited looking around. Something told me I had been here before. I couldn't comprehend the people around me or what they were doing. Nurses rushing in and out in a hurry saving one life after the other. I was baffled by my presence yet I stayed and watched with the thought that kept playing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and wondered what happened. I could not tell what was going on and then, all at once the machines went off.  Nurses started to rush in and tried to revive him. I stood there stunned and shocked at the situation before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started to wheel him out of the room and from the building into the ambulance. People stood around and watched. There was yellow tape and somehow we had to get through that. They stopped and tried to get through the barrier. I grabbed the packet of blood and ducked underneath the tape. I lifted the tape up and let them through. Somehow it made sense and once again he could be transferred to the ambulance. I rushed through the crowd and realized outside it was raining they rushed him inside the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman grabbed me and hugged me and looked into my eyes and smiled. "Thank you for saving my son." Tears trickled down her face and all of a sudden I realized I was sitting beside him all this time. I looked at his helpless body in the ambulance and closed my eyes and prayed out loud the thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman grabbed my arm and then said " This, this is a prayer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-7811507170771712184?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7811507170771712184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/11/prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/7811507170771712184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/7811507170771712184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/11/prayer.html' title='A prayer'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-9150501010582200868</id><published>2010-09-29T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T14:05:08.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The now moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I never knew a whole year would fly by so fast, it was like I had changed church just yesterday, made the closest of friends made many new and tearful memories and now, now its time to start a new chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No NO , not a new story but just a new chapter. Its funny how when we think that we have all the time in the world that we can just let a few moments pass us by, and just skip a few days by just sleeping in and ignoring our surroundings, forgetting to think about the effects we have by the words we speak and the actions we carry out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Only thinking about how we can benefit in our ways. Do we listen to what we hear? See what we watch or just move through the day like a lifeless soul carrying on a routine that never seems to end. I wonder do we care on how much we can satisfy ourselves by satisfying others or just find satisfaction in the materialistic world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We never let our hair down and just sit on the grass and look out and reflect on ourselves and see what we can do to improve how we can just sit back, relax and find hapiness in the smallest moment and smallest gesture given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its the sight of watching a child play and watching the scenery of nature without the next hundred chores running through your head. Listening to music and understanding every word said in the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Just living in the now moment and not expecting anything a moment later. Just doing all you can at it's very best and just giving with the best of intentions and when it is all over just smiling and telling yourself, "I shared a moment of happiness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-9150501010582200868?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/9150501010582200868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/9150501010582200868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/9150501010582200868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-moment.html' title='The now moment'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-1514233700458893141</id><published>2010-08-09T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:31:19.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKIE TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;shpeeeps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hi my darlings!! well today was not as rough as I would have expected it. Work was fine and not as hectic either. I am inspired!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hahaha I know it is almost unbelievable but it is true . the light bulb has switched on and sparks are flying baybeh! I want to start my own business!! I know I know I can work with my dad under his business but still I prefer to do something I love!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well I want to start baking! I was inspired by my former and most adored boss, Ms.Justina . *i miss you* . Well yes I was lying on my bed and just thinking of ways to just be in total control and then it hit me. Baking cookies! I mean who does not love cookies! Ilurveem! andimprettysureulurveemtoo!! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well yes I already chose my partner in crime but at the moment she is away but when she comes back I am kidnapping her and brainwashing her into believing that we have a multi-billion dollar deal with our cookies. hoyeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When that is happening, I shall go back to my creative side of writing nonsense and lands that exist beyond this planet that only me and my friends visit but you cant see of course and magical friends I have that make me the cool and awesome person that I am today. Iknow, Iknow, I am not praising myself and giving myself the credit I deserve. =p .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ill tell you how it goes my love &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=LOVE=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-1514233700458893141?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1514233700458893141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/08/cookie-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/1514233700458893141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/1514233700458893141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/08/cookie-time.html' title='COOKIE TIME'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-6907030557646189867</id><published>2010-08-06T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:01:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels different and I love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Shpeeps!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I know I know its been far too long that i have stayed away but I'm here now so fret not I say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well a lot has happened since I last posted I guess. Its like nothing stays the same ever huh?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well well, where can I start? I am officially done with my foundation course! yup yup that's me right here. The girl who had doubt completing high school going all out and saying she is done with foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Got a 3.23 CGPA. Not the best but then yea, nothing can be done about it now so just strive ahead for the future! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It is quite funny though, at this very point last year I was done with my O levels and now I am done with foundation.So what next?? Well next year I shall be off to Australia doing a degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It is a bitter sweet moment or a phase of life if I may, realising that the people I have around me are beyond awesome and just mind blowingly fun. I could ask for a better chosen family to be put to take care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Jeremy of course yes your the first I want to thank for being there for me and listen to me crap to my bored out of my mind days and making me laugh when nothing ever seems right and then the most important part off all giving me strength and motivation to just continue going forward and teaching me that I truly do have the power within me to accomplish and get through all situations in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Damzie! haha . sigh, you know something ........ I never thought we would ever, EVER be this close the way we are now. I am just glad I got you in my life. A hug from you takes every problem away cause for some reason I know you can reason out with me to be rational and use the hard way. thanks bro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Joy! . For some reason we two connect so well and the heart to heart talks we have and we share personal experiences and being there for me through love n life and helping me grow and realise that I have so much more to offer. Joy thank you so much for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Jeff. =p . well we have come a long way havent we? haha . whatever it is,I am glad we stayed friends because I dunno what I would have done without you. You are a blessing to me Jeff and a really awesome person. Although there are times I could strike you with an axe, I opt for a reasonable action and just insult you. Jeff thank you for everything I honestly learned a lot. You thought me to grow and we all know it, I have changed for the better in this past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Theres so many others as well . like patrick, justin, sheeba, kat, jerome, tishay, emmanuel, and all the others I fail miserably to mention over here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Looking at this, I am starting to realise that I am truly blessed with the best and no matter where I go or where I am I'll be able to get through each day knowing I've got the best group possible behind me for moral support. What else can I ask for ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=LOVE=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-6907030557646189867?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6907030557646189867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-feels-different-and-i-love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/6907030557646189867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/6907030557646189867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-feels-different-and-i-love-it.html' title='It feels different and I love it!'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-4105057676012795530</id><published>2010-02-14T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:26:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts and feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Heyloo shpeeps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;well today im going to make two posts because there is a lot on my mind.... SIGH! well i shall start of by saying i had an awesome time with mark, emmanuel, jerome,zanne, hazel,cyn adam n matt. i laughed like a total tard and had and uber awesome time at kfc with them. unfortunately it was cut short because i had to leave and go for a lunch at my god mother's house which is where i am currently at.XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nehoo i wanna give a cheers to cyn n mark's relationship giv it all the love and effort you both can offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;next off, i wanna give a shout out to all the lover's out there who is still sticking by there significant one eventhough their other half has already thrown in the towel. i raise a toast to y'all!! stick in there coz fighting for love is worth it more than fighting for anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;well what can i say??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i am at lis's place listening to her play unrhytmic music and composing a song which has utterly no words but just a constant stuttering of fits . =S . yes i know, catastrophic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;anyhoo!! i have like this dying urge to tell you about what is on my mind!! just when you think you know your best friend quite well and there is nothing wrong in your friendship.... GUESS AGAIN!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i thought we were close me and him and that nothing could be hidden from eachother. but i was wrong. sigh i guess he has his reasons and i understand and respect that and in due time he would have told me. but it still doesnt stop the hurt. sigh . well i still love  him as my very own teddy and i really do wish this conflict doesnt dissolve our friendship but we only learn to respect a certain boundary between eachother and make us stronger as friends. =/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;=LOVE=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-4105057676012795530?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4105057676012795530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts-and-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/4105057676012795530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/4105057676012795530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts-and-feelings.html' title='thoughts and feelings.'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-6879237594420811384</id><published>2010-02-13T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:59:34.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;AYE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well first off I do apologize for the owh so late posting but its been a real hectic time. Anyway I just got my results for sem2!!! well i got A-,A- and a B+ . it is good although I do wish I got straight A's this semester .... sigh. well I have my last semester so got to pump up the volume and energy to keep the midnight oil burning!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Anyway , tomorrow is valentines day and chinese new year .. so your either getting the money coming your way or the love, and for some , both heading straight at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But as you recieve, lets just take the time to reflect and give some back. After all, it is all about the love right?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-cori-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-6879237594420811384?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6879237594420811384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/02/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/6879237594420811384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/6879237594420811384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/02/results.html' title='Results!!!'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-5361994028483630590</id><published>2010-01-16T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:47:43.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldnt  Ask For A Better Chosen Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Heyloo peeps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Well i wanted to start off by saying that i am glad i have a certain few someones in my life. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;a MONTH ago i went to a week long camp, "Love &amp;amp; Life" , and i have to admit it is the best thing i have done so far. I am just proud that i decided to go, and it cleared my conscience and doubt within myself. I made so many new friends that i proudly call my family. *tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Today i met them again, i couldn't attend any of the outings and for my fellow lnls, i do apologize for not coming, but i had no transportation. Well anyway, i attended the meeting and as i entered the room, i was showered by love. It a feeling of happiness that no restraint can hold back. It felt so good to be back, it was like going home to see your family after being away from them for a year. The hugs were genuine and and the smiles were heart warming. This family is definitely the one i want.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-5361994028483630590?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5361994028483630590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/couldnt-ask-for-better-chosen-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/5361994028483630590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/5361994028483630590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/couldnt-ask-for-better-chosen-family.html' title='Couldnt  Ask For A Better Chosen Family'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-3776870251093897253</id><published>2010-01-11T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:44:20.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day back. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Olryt people's!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;well well wot can i say?? it was my first day back to college and it was actually quite nice. Well it started of with me hating to wake up in the morning and i took an extended half and hour in bed. =p . well excuse me but i had quite a lazy routine during the holidays of sleeping late and to wake up at 5 in the morning was pretty difficult. So i think i need a pat on the back for being on time today. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It started of with Malaysian Media History which was rather interesting and i paid attention and took notes. *Mind you this was at 8 in the morning.* After that we bumped into Mr.Julien who met us with good news. =)) our IIT exam was moved a day behind so we have an extra day. Then was English which for some reason was not as boring as the other lessons we have had in the past. Although i still wanted to get out of there as fast as i could. I was starving okay .... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;After that it was the end since we had no tutorials this week and so me and Charmaine spent the rest of the day in the Media Hub facebooking and printing out notes. =)) . we had a swell time, although Charmaine did her usual and printed out four sets for god knows what reason. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;After that we decided to call it quits and headed back home. on the way to the KTM station we met Sien who accompanied us because she was heading home as well. it was quite a productive day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        =Love=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;P.s. - did i forget to mention we were making fun of the new intakes?? Guess i did . it was funtabulous. Hee. XD . we are evil . deal with it . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-3776870251093897253?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3776870251093897253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-back-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/3776870251093897253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/3776870251093897253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-back-3.html' title='First day back. &lt;3'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-5359595166755474061</id><published>2010-01-09T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:33:43.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH WITH RELIGION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Well this post is for all those who do not know what has happened the past couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Churches were torched and vandalised and there was a march towards saint francis xavier's church the other day. WHY??? is this really necessary?? its the beginning of a new millenium and is this what we have to show for it?? how narrow minded and immature we can be? we have to realize that we live in a multi- racial society and if we cannot accept this, we are only kidding ourselves that we belong to a harmonious and safe country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I would also say that we are partly to blame because we have gone for years using the word GOD. why is there a sudden urge to start changing the word?? wasn't "GOD" good enough for us to use? We need to look at it from their point of view as well, i bet we were all startled when we heard of "ALLAH" in the church. So, if we were shocked how do you think it would make them feel? We have to look at the situation from both sides! Nevertheless, this does not justify what some people have done to our churches but all I am trying to say is that we should take time and look at the situation clearly and try to understand people's actions and what was their reason behind it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;LETS START BEING RATIONAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-5359595166755474061?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5359595166755474061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/enough-with-religion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/5359595166755474061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/5359595166755474061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/enough-with-religion.html' title='ENOUGH WITH RELIGION!'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-4043144209301324607</id><published>2010-01-06T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:46:44.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheduling Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Guh !!&lt;br /&gt;Today was like EXHAUSTING!!!&lt;br /&gt;was at Lisa's in the morning just chilled there watched the tele and spoke. Then went back home and did a bit of studyin ..... Yeh I know.... i have my mid-terms next week.  I am in the middle of scheduling all my meetings and assignments so yea im still on the verge of being organized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then worked out came back ate dinner took down the christmas tree and all the deco. and now here I am sitting down n writing on my blog. =) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Too many friends getting sick these days. )= . sad really. they are in no mood what so ever to even draw a smile on their face. sigh ................ gotta get them summin to cheer em up??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I spoke to someone I haven't spoken to in like MONTHS!!! it nearly scared me to say hi but I wished him happy new year anyway. I mean we can still be friends right??? RIGHT?? Besides its just a break up, not an annihilation of our friendship. Oh dear Michael nope i haven't forgotten bout you. LOL . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Tomorrow will be my first day of directing!!! I LOVE MYSELF!! haha , I haven't directed and this will be the chance I get to show my skills. im like sooo excited. =)))) . well let see what happens ehh??? *fingers crossed* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway shpeeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;im like a dying battery waiting in anticipation to be charged ..... i need the bed i beg and plead!! so imma take my bum and walk away ...... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;=Love=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-4043144209301324607?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4043144209301324607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/scheduling-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/4043144209301324607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/4043144209301324607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/scheduling-time.html' title='Scheduling Time!!'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-7584415826342472424</id><published>2010-01-01T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:04:39.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Well well .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i apologize for my owh so late post .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i realize i haven't posted in ages!! well it was the Christmas n new year season ... so i have a valid reason.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;owh !! by the way!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 2010!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;how weird!! its like time has just passed us by without us even realizing it!! sigh..... what can i say???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i remember how 2009 started with me preparing for my mocks, then my o levels and then getting ready for prom.... College started ... thought at first i was never going to make it out alive .... heh . Made new friends got new responsibilities ... and then December came ... funny innit??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Looking back ... i think in 2009 , i made some pretty good choices that i am very proud of. *pats to me* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, glad to be finally posting something . =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-Love-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-7584415826342472424?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7584415826342472424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/7584415826342472424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/7584415826342472424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-6672360578868659136</id><published>2009-12-05T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:22:30.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk2R1ZjWYbw/Sxn8AzU1YGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gu5I1B9JU0M/s1600-h/9328_1283483846112_1200590782_30853209_656085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk2R1ZjWYbw/Sxn8AzU1YGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gu5I1B9JU0M/s320/9328_1283483846112_1200590782_30853209_656085_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411633517970153570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do apologize for not posting in quite a while it has been long indeed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well. me and jeff broke it off . at first i was devastated but now .... Heck ive got much more to live for . =)) . we are friends though. HAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the month of december ................... time of overspending, overeating, over everything . yet we always love receiving presents and tearing up the wrapping paper that someone put in enormous time and effort in putting together. so much for appreciating love huh??????? =s .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year will be weird as i will be celebrating new year and Christmas with new people. lets just see how it goes .... =p .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-6672360578868659136?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6672360578868659136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/6672360578868659136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/6672360578868659136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-something-new.html' title='End of something New'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk2R1ZjWYbw/Sxn8AzU1YGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gu5I1B9JU0M/s72-c/9328_1283483846112_1200590782_30853209_656085_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-8940941115653873411</id><published>2009-10-12T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:48:02.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything . Amush .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haih!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well first off lemme apologise 4 d real late update . got loads of assignments . however, the pile is decreasing by the day. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;Got a lovely filming date tomorro. yet b4 dat hav 2 finish my ihc assignment. my group which consists of vivien, sabby, monica and I are doing quite well. im glad i have them in my group . =)) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fter that it is imc with Azza. That shall be on wednesday. After those 2 are done i shall be starting on my IHC assignment where i will do it with charmaine. its an individual assignment but we insist on doing it next to eachother. it's called friendship . =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have to say that it's fun working with these people. Yes, there maybe conflicts, but when arent there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day went to mid valley with Jeff and his friends. Might have been in a zoo. =p . he wont read it!! so yea! he took me to some food court at the lower ground. i didn even know it existed!! LOL. but then when i was about to order wan tan mee . Out we goo!! =(( . MEANIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to play pool. That was fun. Chatting with Charmaine, she helping me create this blog. we could say she is the master mind behind all of it. So if it looks crappy you noe ho 2 blame!! LOL . nah . she really helps .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo gotta help her out imma chao for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=love=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-8940941115653873411?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8940941115653873411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-amush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/8940941115653873411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/8940941115653873411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-amush.html' title='Everything . Amush .'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-4241854391717097815</id><published>2009-09-28T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:40:57.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass ign ments!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Today was the first day back after a long week of endless fun and serenity under the sun.  It was truly bliss while it lasted. But what can I say??? All good things must come to an end.  I truly do wish though , that we could skip all the hard work and just get to the success. yet again , would we really appreciate what we received??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Got a whole bunch of assignments due next month! Like the saying goes, to much and too little time.  A ll together I have got like 7 assignments due one after the other . =/ .  Better get started soon.  Huh?? . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Will be getting one done today.  =)) . In couple of days  I plan to get another one done.  Fingers crossed people!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Was complaining to one of my friends just now on how impossible this all was, how i am going to just FAIL  big time in passing all of those assignments up.  He was so calm to try to explain to me on how it is actually helping me out and also teaching me to execute all of those assignments on time. my angel I tell you. XD . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well there is no time for slacking this month!! That is for sure!! Getting started and being consistent!! .... yea sure , easier said than done.  =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-4241854391717097815?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4241854391717097815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/09/ass-ign-ments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/4241854391717097815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/4241854391717097815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/09/ass-ign-ments.html' title='Ass ign ments!!!'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-174200722868853730</id><published>2009-09-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:21:44.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it Starts again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;owh god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;college starts tomorrow!! . =(( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a week long hibernation of fun filled activities, it has sadly come to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt; I just dont feel ready to go back yet. Assignments and projects just starting to pile up. Hate this shit. But it will soon be over ................................ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;no nothin depressing!!! Just tokin bout x-mas holidays!!!! =))))))) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;anyway, I had gone swimming d other day and I got such a tan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;I looked like a flippin oreo!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Spoke to so many people i havent spoken to in ages!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;It was quite refreshing to know that some of them have changed for the better and some well, they r getting there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;well that is pretty much it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;my eyes r takin over n controlling my actions so i better hit d sac?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- love -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-174200722868853730?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/174200722868853730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-it-starts-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/174200722868853730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/174200722868853730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-it-starts-again.html' title='And it Starts again'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-5270623137804626918</id><published>2009-09-25T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:18:32.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk2R1ZjWYbw/SrzDBeWmgKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PZ9xIUAT1IU/s1600-h/letmeoutiis128604616542940172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk2R1ZjWYbw/SrzDBeWmgKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PZ9xIUAT1IU/s320/letmeoutiis128604616542940172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385393684523417762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                                   Goddamn Pissed&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                         uggh ever felt your livin in a prison cell where your every move is watched???&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           well welcome to my f*****g life!! =(( . damn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess why i cant go out today????? ive been going out too much!&lt;br /&gt;goddamn . cant wait till next year when i leave . so much better . =)) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-5270623137804626918?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5270623137804626918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/09/goddamn-pissed-uggh-ever-felt-your.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/5270623137804626918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/5270623137804626918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/09/goddamn-pissed-uggh-ever-felt-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk2R1ZjWYbw/SrzDBeWmgKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PZ9xIUAT1IU/s72-c/letmeoutiis128604616542940172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042734075478775770.post-4695399687268672055</id><published>2009-09-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:20:16.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is At my Start and Finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Love you baby boo ............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; XD .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I noe we just had a fight . but now we are alright n i miss you even more right now love . sleep well ill see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6042734075478775770-4695399687268672055?l=blu3monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4695399687268672055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-is-at-my-start-and-finish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/4695399687268672055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042734075478775770/posts/default/4695399687268672055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3monkey.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-is-at-my-start-and-finish.html' title='He Is At my Start and Finish'/><author><name>Corinna De Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684127621827725634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIh1pM7t-3Y/TdZ0dom0W-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WFPm4XYg5Sg/s220/Picture151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
