<?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-7908931</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:10:40.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Cowboys</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything is clearer now
Life is just a dream, you know
that's never-ending
I'm ascending...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-114207497435747583</id><published>2006-03-11T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T19:05:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've moved!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicelywrapped.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;www.nicelywrapped.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-114207497435747583?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/114207497435747583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=114207497435747583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/114207497435747583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/114207497435747583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-113747130547447376</id><published>2006-01-17T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T10:49:52.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on Life~</title><content type='html'>Ok, time to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;CNY is here again!!! YAY! Angbao time! Slurps&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of Sunday preparing and baking pineapple tarts at my eldest sister ’s place with Kevin. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a role to play in completing the biscuit like pineapple tarts at the end of the day :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pineapple tarts making session, we went to visit my 2nd sister! We’ve never been to her new house and WOW! I really like it! The living area is really spacious and I can easily spot traces of Europe with the miniature Eiffel tower, Pisa tower and other ornaments. Soon, they will have Mona Lisa’s painting up too! I should have bought one of it when I was at De Lourve… grrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;God do I miss Europe… miss walking down the streets of Paris at night… miss the big and beautiful tulips in Holland. And of coz, how can I forget the chocolates in Belgium! YUMMY! &lt;br /&gt;I ’ll definitely go back to Europe again! Especially Andorra, which is a tax free country! Hehehehe and that will suggest lotsa shopping!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I would want to visit Liverpool really soon! I can ’t wait to land my foot in Anfield!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently bought some car decals from ebay.uk &lt;br /&gt;The “THIS IS ANFIELD” car decal looks soooooooooooooo good on our blue charade! There ’s other decal which says “Little Liver onboard”, we ’ll wait till there is a little baby onboard then we’ll paste the sticker on the car! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there ’s the Liverpool 3 DVDs set that I bought online too.&lt;br /&gt;1st DVD: Champions League Final Preview&lt;br /&gt;2nd DVD: The Final - AC Milan Vs Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;3rd DVD: The Homecoming&lt;br /&gt;Over 2 hours of coverage from Sky News of the Victory parade around Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This DVD set is a MUST have for all Liverpool fans. Worth to hear is what Andy Gray said just before half time at the finals. “Game truly over” And also, Phil Thompson ’s reaction as the reedmen fought back! It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished reading Anansi Boys... i prefer Neverwhere to Anansi boys. But still its a good read.&lt;br /&gt;Am reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-113747130547447376?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/113747130547447376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=113747130547447376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/113747130547447376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/113747130547447376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2006/01/updates-on-life.html' title='Updates on Life~'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-113367689206258944</id><published>2005-12-04T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T14:14:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's work?</title><content type='html'>Been working for almost two months. I consider myself really lucky to start off with this job. I get to know alot of contacts, important people in the media industry.&lt;br /&gt;Recently been invited to Maxim 1st Anniversary party, then the FEMALE 50 gorgeous people party at zouk.&lt;br /&gt;Went to events by Mediacorp and Fashion Magazines. And i realise.. i dun have alot of nice clothings. I need pretty dresses and nice heels! So i've been shopping alot on Ebay. Why Ebay? I can't bare to see someone wearing the same clothing as me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i realise make up is really important. So, i went down to True Colors and invested in a few good make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Laura Mercier Foundation Primier - $79.90&lt;br /&gt;A Laura Mercier Oil Free Foundation - $88.50&lt;br /&gt;A Laura Mercier Translucent Loose Powder - $78.00&lt;br /&gt;A YSL Radiant Touch - $52?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Laura Mercier? www.lauramercier.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Shopaholic Series doesn't really help with my spending :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading alot of good books too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;Its a really good book. You have to "set" your mind to fantasy mode to truly enjoy this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Famous by Ben Elton&lt;br /&gt;A book on media manipulation. Those who have not watch the reality show Big Brother might find it abit hard to understand the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic Abroad by Sophie Kinsella&lt;br /&gt;Not for the weak hearted :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reading Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i just went to sign up to be a Kinokuniya member after drooling over the collection of Neil Gaiman books they have! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my job is interesting, (did i mention i get alot of free magazines?) but it is really really tough too. All the decisions on media buying and budget planning are killing my little grey cells softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i am really thankful to Kevin. *BRIGHT SMILE* I only need to know that after my long day at work, i will be returning into his arms. Thanks dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-113367689206258944?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/113367689206258944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=113367689206258944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/113367689206258944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/113367689206258944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/12/hows-work.html' title='How&apos;s work?'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-112886776796229357</id><published>2005-10-09T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:25:05.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday with Morrie</title><content type='html'>It took some people a lifetime to learn the lesson about life. Well, i'll say fair enough, as it is indeed a really tough lesson.&lt;br /&gt; I consider myself lucky cause I am only 24 when i learn a very important lesson about life, a chapter that i will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SA at Video Ezy picked up the movie "Tuesdays with Morrie" when i asked for an inspirational show. Both Kevin and me went "OH SURE!" we watched "Five people you meet in Heaven" and had been looking forward to another show that was based on Mitch Albom's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes "Tuesdays with Morrie" a great movie? A movie NOT TO BE MISSED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is based on a True Story. A dying professor who has so much to teach. His death changes Mitch's Life. Just like what Mitch mentioned in his book "Five people you meet in heaven". No story stands alone. And Mitch wrote the book... and millions of people picked the book up. And i bet... their lives had changed. Maybe not drastically, but everytime a decision is made, i am sure what Mitch has got to spread would flash past one's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i am just glad i've learnt from Mitch and his professor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Death ends a life, not a relationship"&lt;br /&gt;"Love each other or die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might probably stare at these quotes and think " What is so meaningful?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, go watch the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one thing everyone should know and at least try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live each day as if its the last, and you will live differently&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-112886776796229357?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/112886776796229357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=112886776796229357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/112886776796229357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/112886776796229357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-saturday-with-morrie.html' title='My Saturday with Morrie'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-112624316644261496</id><published>2005-09-09T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:29:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floats like a Cannonball</title><content type='html'>Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt&lt;br /&gt;Still a little harder to say what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer each day&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t say what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to Comparison.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people find it difficult to be contented with their lives?&lt;br /&gt;Human Beings are so used to taking things for granted. Once you have something you always wanted, then you think i could have settle for something better.&lt;br /&gt;Theres always something BETTER. But it is up to you to bring the BEST of what you have right now.&lt;br /&gt;Love for example.&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle a little sugar &amp; spice. Love is not a habit. It is a drug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-112624316644261496?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/112624316644261496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=112624316644261496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/112624316644261496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/112624316644261496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/09/floats-like-cannonball.html' title='Floats like a Cannonball'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-112623830929490098</id><published>2005-09-09T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T13:53:50.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you been doing?</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!! 2005!&lt;br /&gt;A year that i've been looking forward to for the past 1 and a half year.&lt;br /&gt;What makes 2005 an even better year? Kevin came over to join me in MAY! It was a great experience to stay together from May till July!&lt;br /&gt;During July, my family came over for my graduation and we went on a tour to a few states in Australia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-112623830929490098?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/112623830929490098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=112623830929490098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/112623830929490098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/112623830929490098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-have-you-been-doing.html' title='What have you been doing?'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-111469050700315084</id><published>2005-04-28T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:15:07.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfection of imperfections</title><content type='html'>I've always compare myself to perfect people, always seeking perfection.&lt;br /&gt;But then i slow down my pace and take a look around.&lt;br /&gt;I realised there's no such thing as a perfect person or a perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfection can be a form of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty is that you know it does exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-111469050700315084?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/111469050700315084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=111469050700315084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/111469050700315084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/111469050700315084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/04/perfection-of-imperfections.html' title='The perfection of imperfections'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-111332594503068180</id><published>2005-04-13T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T01:17:44.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Birthday</title><content type='html'>I am so happy that i am finally IN love. I've love and be loved but this is the first time i am IN love.The feeling is so amazing... I love Kevin so much, and having him loving me back so much too is just the most fortunate thing that could ever happen to me. This is really something special... never never never, i've felt anything close to this... I used to think i know what love is... now that Kevin is in my life...everything in my past is nothing compared to what i have with him now. This is what i call a Real Relationship. I have no doubts in starting a family with Kevin. I Love Kevin whole heartedly and there is absolutely no one else that i rather be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th April. The day i celebrate my birthday. I've never really look forward to any of my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;This year... is a totally awesome year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th April&lt;br /&gt;11.00am I got my first birthday card from Kevin... "With Love to My Girlfriend, Right from the start you captured my heart" it says... with two forever friends bear at the cover. Simply lovely... But it was whats written inside that made me teared and at the same time... smile forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i recieved a birthday card from my auntie...she is just like a mother to me. She never fail to shower me with love and care... always be there for me. She is my guardian angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00pm I got to webcam with my Auntie, Granny and brother. This is the first time i see them via webcam since i came back to Australia. Can't help but teared. I really miss them all alot. And i am so happy to be able to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.45pm Got ready my cake. Celebrating my birthday with Kevin via webcam. After he sang me a birthday song, after i made a wish... and after i blew the candles... Kevin send me a link to a blogspot site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... i saw words straight from his heart. Words that touched me. He read it through for me... and then.. he started singing. :) A song composed just for me. A song about us. The dates we went on... the feelings we have for each other... and the love that is here to stay. At that instance, i was made the luckiest girl in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th April&lt;br /&gt;11.30am A delivery man was at the door with a basket of flowers and i was the recipient. I was thinking.. gosh.. who could it be? Of course.. it's from Kevin. I never thought i deserve so much...so much love... i am always reminded that i am loved by Kevin, i am always reminded of how fortunate i am to be his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm Made an overseas call to Shirlyn... how can i not hear from my best friend on my Birthday? Miss you alot Si Char Bor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.15pm After my Latino class. Agnes and Ivan asked me over to their place. Welcomed by a bowl of mee sua, two red eggs and a bowl of red bean soup. Its so great to have wonderful friends around you who actually make an effort to prepare birthday food for you. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00pm My birthday celebration started. We all had a heavy dinner. Got a John Mraz Cd from Sharon and Calvin. A Gift Card from Wenyang and Elliot. Body shop Gift set from Agnes and Ivan. Chicken Wings from Steve and Red bean dessert from Nobi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 24 is not much a difference from being 23. But Most importantly, i am very certain that i've found the love of my life, i know that i have a caring family and i know that i am blessed with wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to many birthdays to come. I know i will be a really happy Birthday girl when i have Kevin, my family and my close friends with me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-111332594503068180?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/111332594503068180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=111332594503068180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/111332594503068180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/111332594503068180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-birthday.html' title='The Best Birthday'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-111262527627257168</id><published>2005-04-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:34:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast to our future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;I am always looking forward to seeing you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;I will always want to see your smiling face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;The comfort of being around you feels like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;and i just want to return to home everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;I am lucky because i am loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;but i want to make you the luckier one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;So let me love you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Heres a toast to our amazing Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-111262527627257168?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/111262527627257168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=111262527627257168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/111262527627257168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/111262527627257168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/04/toast-to-our-future.html' title='Toast to our future'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-110975767132880402</id><published>2005-03-02T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T18:22:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Having a True Love in your life is just like having ONE all time favourite song. No matter how many better songs may be composed along the years. Your favourite song will always remain as your favourite. True Love is just the same. He is your One and Only true love and will always remain as the only one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So... do you have a favourite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top Of the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such a feelin's comin' over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is wonder in most everything I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a cloud in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got the sun in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't be surprised if it's a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I want the world to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is now coming true especially for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the reason is clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's because you are here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the only explanation I can find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love's put me at the top of the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something in the wind has learned my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's tellin' me that things are not the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a pleasin' sense of happiness for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is only one wish on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When this day is through I hope that I will find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I need will be mine if you are here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the only explanation I can find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love's put me at the top of the world&lt;/em&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/7908931-110975767132880402?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/110975767132880402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=110975767132880402' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110975767132880402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110975767132880402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-favourite.html' title='My Favourite'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-110613246174664506</id><published>2005-01-19T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:04:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary for You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I can't begin to explain how lucky it is to find someone you can love that much, and who, miracles of miracles, loves you that much back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i was younger, i never believe in marriage. Never believe that my marriage will last. Never think that i will have a happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now... its amazing how much i've changed. I want a happy marriage... not just a happy one, an everlasting one too. I want to create a family... where theres Me, You and OUR child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;We will get married on a lovely day... the sun will shine for us, the birds will sing for us, and all our friends will give us their blessing. We will exchange vows and rings and then we will kiss... just like the first time we kissed.. how passionately. I'll whisper into your ear and say "10 years down the road, i will wanna kiss you this way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;We'll enjoy living together. Doing absolutely everything together. And when we think that its time for a new family member. We will plan for a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;We will hang wallpaper that danced with Mother Goose stories. Bears, Books and colorful wall quilts that will hang over the crib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;. We will decorate our baby's room, together. We will welcome our first baby Together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Our baby will have your eyes and my smile. We'll read stories to our baby... sing n dance our baby to sleep. Yes.. we'll be doing everything together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Me, You and OUR baby - Forever One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have a great personality and i know you have a wonderful one too. We make the best couple and we will be raising the cutest baby ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is important to find someone who has the same beliefs as you. Only when he too wants to work hard for a happy family. Then, will you have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever is reading this, I wish you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7908931-110613246174664506?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/110613246174664506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=110613246174664506' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110613246174664506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110613246174664506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-diary-for-you.html' title='My Diary for You...'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-110495175464614173</id><published>2005-01-06T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T03:08:14.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallin' leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldn't say it's easy to find someone who enjoys listening to sad songs and actually letting the heart to feel the pain that is found within the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always feel this way. But i do enjoy times like this. It's a reminder that i am just a normal girl...who can feel the pain when my heart aches. A girl who will get tired after putting on the smile on the face for a long time. A girl who has the needs to be sad at times. A girl who has the needs to feel the throbbing pain at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there anyone out there who feels the same way as me? Someone who wants to escape from reality for awhile? Fly away...spread those wings and fly...Take a break from everything...have a chance to be ME, MYSELF...truly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am taking this journey too fast. I need to slow down my pace and enjoy the solitude. I want to take a stroll through my life. I don't want to miss anything beautiful in this world... i want to know that i've truly lived. Truly experienced life... Tears of happiness and tears of sorrows... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Take a deep breath... feel ur existence, and then go LIVE&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/7908931-110495175464614173?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/110495175464614173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=110495175464614173' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110495175464614173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110495175464614173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/01/fallin-leaf.html' title='Fallin&apos; leaf'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-110494559942485233</id><published>2005-01-06T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T01:27:23.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've tried to love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its a tiring process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But why should i try in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If i truly love someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will Love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't need to try to Love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you least expected it.&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/7908931-110494559942485233?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/110494559942485233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=110494559942485233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110494559942485233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110494559942485233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-110491273006360977</id><published>2005-01-05T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T01:13:57.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;No story sits by itself. Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath river. That each affects the other and the other affect the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All endings are also beginnings. We Just don't know it at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the five people you meet in Heaven&lt;/em&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/7908931-110491273006360977?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/110491273006360977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=110491273006360977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110491273006360977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110491273006360977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-story.html' title='Life Story'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-110489863786112544</id><published>2005-01-05T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T16:30:25.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05.01.05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;How often does one feel unsure about their feelings?&lt;br /&gt;How often does one question his/her ability to differentiate right from wrong?&lt;br /&gt;How often does one feel the heart missed a beat?&lt;br /&gt;How often does one feel the feeling of Love?&lt;br /&gt;How often does one meet someone he/she likes?&lt;br /&gt;How often does one hate the one he/she loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rather uncertain about my feelings for anyone all the time... it changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always question my ability to differentiate right from wrong...who am i to judge what i've decided is right or wrong? I might feel that i am right to make this decision today, but it could turn out to be wrong. Things do change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not often i will get the chance to feel that my heart has missed a beat for someone. I don't always get to find a special one. And i don't always fall for the same type of guys... it changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to meet someone you like. But the feelings could eventually become love... it changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hate those i cannot love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope that this could change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&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/7908931-110489863786112544?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/110489863786112544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=110489863786112544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110489863786112544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110489863786112544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2005/01/050105.html' title='05.01.05'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-110364783180978997</id><published>2004-12-22T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T01:03:21.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On "Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Formula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love equation: 1+1=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Loving torture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe i didn't love you that much, i was only enjoying being hard on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Full Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only way to stop loving you is to hate you&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/7908931-110364783180978997?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/110364783180978997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=110364783180978997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110364783180978997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110364783180978997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-love.html' title='On &quot;Love&quot;'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-110339777805830066</id><published>2004-12-19T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T03:27:23.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The big crowd along orchard road makes me feel so empty inside. I feel small... i feel insignificant... i feel that i am alone in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did the christmas lightings light up for the joyus crowd? The lights are beautiful... feels really romantic. But why do i feel that it was lighted up just to shine on my my lonesome heart, reminding me that i am Lonely this Christmas?&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/7908931-110339777805830066?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/110339777805830066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=110339777805830066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110339777805830066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110339777805830066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/12/lonely-christmas.html' title='Lonely Christmas'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-110304669899984568</id><published>2004-12-15T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:58:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win, Lose, Never Draw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Christmas is approaching... Its my favourtite time of the year. The time of giving, the time for falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;When two strangers come together and begin to know and understand each other, how do they decide that they should be more than friends? How do we know if we love the person as a friend or we want to fall in love, magical love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Do lovers have doubts? Questions like... "Do i love this person enough to want to start a relationship with him?" , "Can we really be in love?","Are we really in love"...most importantly, What do you really mean by love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;To me, love actually is a very simple affair. Alot of people think that love is complicated, that is because humans are complex. The reality is too much for us to take... we've seen too much, know too much, think too much. We question the reality. We question ourselves. We question Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Who says love is not a game? Life itself is like a game. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the game of love, you decide if you want to be the loser or the winner.&lt;/span&gt; The winner does not neccesarily be the one who says "good-bye" first. The real winner is the one who steps out of this game and welcome the future, close the door behind and opens the next one. He who moves on, is the winner. Life is too short to look back at closed doors. You never know what lies ahead in the future... Life is always full of surprises. If you are too weak for surprises, too bad. You lose.&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/7908931-110304669899984568?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/110304669899984568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=110304669899984568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110304669899984568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/110304669899984568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/12/win-lose-never-draw.html' title='Win, Lose, Never Draw'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109816658789694422</id><published>2004-10-19T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:59:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Its not about changing yourself to suit the enviroment. Its about changing the enviroment to suit you... Ok.. i am not talking about the bigger scale... if i can really change the enviroment on a bigger scale, Bush will be gone by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Have you forgotten how little things in life can bring upon a smile on your face? What i'm talking about here is changing the enviroment around you... changing little things here and there. For my case, i play around with my room arrangements... my bedsheets... my night lamp... the music i play...All these little things can affect your mood... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Listen to some Jazz or bossa nova music instead of Linkin Park... trust me, you will feel less hatred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;And if you are a lady... doll yourself up... even if you do not have any appointment for the day... play ard with your make up. You don't need a reason to look pretty. Look into the mirror and tell yourself "You are Beautiful" . If you want others to love you, you will have to love yourself first. What's wrong with having a crush on YOU?!? yourself *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got a crush on you, sweetie pie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the day and night-time,Hear me sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never had the least notion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I could fall with so much emotion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you coo? Could you care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a cunning cottage we could share? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world will pardon my mush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;’cause I’ve got a crush, my baby, on you&lt;/em&gt;&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/7908931-109816658789694422?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109816658789694422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109816658789694422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109816658789694422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109816658789694422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/10/bewitched-bothered-and-bewildered.html' title='Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered '/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109711772642332383</id><published>2004-10-07T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T11:48:35.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up on first try</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I enjoy taking showers and i find it very inspiring... heres something i thought about over shower this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is just like getting the Right water temperature for your shower, you turn the HOT and COLD tap a few times before getting the ideal temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just walk into your shower room, turn on the tap and start showering. You don't always get it right on your first try. Just like LOVE... if you fail for the first time, don't despair. You just didn't manage to get the temperature right.&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/7908931-109711772642332383?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109711772642332383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109711772642332383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109711772642332383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109711772642332383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-give-up-on-first-try.html' title='Don&apos;t give up on first try'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109647030157144324</id><published>2004-09-29T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:44:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckiest girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This entry is dedicated to my dearest pal, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shirlyn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When best friends are seperated in distance, they are always close in hearts. Best friends are never really apart. They will always be there for each other. And when you are feeling down, you know that she will always be there to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might slowly forget about all the memories shared... when we were younger, when we were happier, when things seem so much simpler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we will not forget is how we stood by each other, how we quarrel about little things and how we got closer after every arguements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its bad times like these that makes you treasure and appreaciate the good times we had and will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just want to let you know that&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; for who u are. There isn't a thing in you that i want to change. Don't ever lose yourself... please please rememember that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fate brought us together to be friends and destiny decides that we are made to be best of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I will never take you for granted and i will do my best to show you how much you are treasured as my dearest friend. :) We will always have each other and that is a Promise! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chu Xiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shining Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little faith&lt;br /&gt;Brightens a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;Life is difficult you can go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide yourself in a corner&lt;br /&gt;You have my place to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow is gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Opens up&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the happy sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Keep going on with your dream&lt;br /&gt;Chasing tomorrow sunrise&lt;br /&gt;The spirit can never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun will shine, my friend&lt;br /&gt;Won't let you cry, my dear&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you shed a tear ,make my world disappear&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be alone on darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my smile, my friend&lt;br /&gt;We are with you, holding hands&lt;br /&gt;you have got to believe ,you are my destiny&lt;br /&gt;We're meant to be your friends&lt;br /&gt;That's what a friend should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun will shine, my friend&lt;br /&gt;Won't let you cry, my dear&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you shed a tear ,make my world disappear&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be alone in darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-109647030157144324?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109647030157144324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109647030157144324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109647030157144324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109647030157144324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/09/luckiest-girls.html' title='Luckiest girls'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109620755884857799</id><published>2004-09-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:11:34.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Alone in this Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am only Human... Don't take my kindness for granted, you are only making me question if it is wrong being nice to people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've never been so forgiving or good tempered. Guess you've pushed me to my sky high limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes i am really tired of being who i am... its not easy to be me. The question of my existence in this world is haunting me all this while. Is my existence reality? Or am i only in a dream? I feel so tiny sometimes... or should i say most of the time. Often, i feel that i am standing alone in this Universe, theres no one out there who truly understands what i'm going through now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My troubles are mine, other people's troubles are mine too... sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing after all... the more you know, the more troubles and worries you have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe its time to take a break... I am fragile... the reality is just too much for me to handle.&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/7908931-109620755884857799?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109620755884857799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109620755884857799' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109620755884857799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109620755884857799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/09/standing-alone-in-this-universe.html' title='Standing Alone in this Universe'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109557958407505388</id><published>2004-09-19T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T15:39:44.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When We Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If he loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would walk away in shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'd move town, I'd change my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When he watches you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When he comes to buy your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;On your hand his golden rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like he owns a bird that sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When we dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angels will run and hide their wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The priests have said my soul's salvation Lies in the balance of the angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And underneath the wheels of passionI keep the faith in my fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When we dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angels will run and hide their wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When we dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angels will run and hide their wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna love you more than lifeIf you'll only be my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna love you night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna try in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When we dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angels will run and hide their wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna find a place to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Give you all I've got to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would love you more than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you'll only be my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I could break down these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And shout my name at heaven's gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'd take these hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate,The vehicles are broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heaven's the one above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hellfire's a promise away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'd still be sayingI'm still in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He won't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He won't care for you this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He'll mistreat you if you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Come and live with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We'll have children of our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would love you more than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you'd come and be my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When we dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angels will run and hide their wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna love you more than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you'll only be my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna love you night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna try in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When we dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angels will run and hide their wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna find a place to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Give you all I've got to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would love you more than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you'd only be my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'll probably melt if someone is to dedicate this song to me. This is a song that i will listen when i think about my future, about starting my family. I used to be very focused on my work. I want to be a career woman, i want to start my own business and be a sucessful business woman. Never thought of getting married, thought it's just a waste of time and Love is only for the Fools.Well... i really didn realise what i was missing out then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;If I had the gift of prophecy, and all the knowledge, And the faith to move the mountains, Even if I understood all of the mysteries If I didn't have love I'd be nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Build everything base on love and you will only get to see how beautiful life is :)&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/7908931-109557958407505388?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109557958407505388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109557958407505388' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109557958407505388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109557958407505388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/09/when-we-dance.html' title='When We Dance'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109542724602023789</id><published>2004-09-17T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:27:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I LOVE YOU"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;that is the message i sent to some of my friends in msn two days back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I thought i should let my friends know how much i love and adore them. How dear they are to me and that they are being treasured by me. Friends don't just come and go... they stay if you choose to let them stay and your life will be blessed with another gem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;If its not for what had been happening for the past one week, i wouldn't have come to realise the importance of friends. How important they are to me and my importance to them. If i have not been a good friend, give me another chance and more time, i want to be a better friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Its never easy saying "I Love you". Especially to people you are really close to. I remember the first time i tried to say I love you to my auntie, she stared blank right back at me. Then i saw a faint and shy smile... and those three words came out from her back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Its silly to know that we treat strangers nicer than people who are closest to us. Why is this so? and why are you letting this happen? Don't you love them? Don't you know how important these people are to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Let there be Love!!! Show appreciation... don't take for granted that they know. Tell them you love them. You never know if tomorrow will ever come... if given a choice, let the regrets that you gona have after you die be reduced by more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;So how many "I love you"s are you gonna say today?&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/7908931-109542724602023789?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109542724602023789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109542724602023789' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109542724602023789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109542724602023789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/09/friends.html' title='Friends '/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109542501882475786</id><published>2004-09-17T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:52:04.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am Sam&lt;/em&gt; got me crying from the very beginning of the show till the end of it. Never know i was such an emotional person... didn know i had that much tears to let out. Its shows like these that touch my soul... What makes a happy family? Love is all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Love makes one persistent! Sam fought hard for Lucy..., Lucy's determination to walk across busy roads just to sleep with daddy... and all the love Lucy gets from his daddy's friends! She is blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've never really like the idea of marriage. Maybe its because of my family background or maybe its just me. I cannot imagine staying with the same guy for the rest of my life. But as i grow older... i understand Love is what u need to make things workout. If i truly love someone, a lifetime of being together is never enough. Marriage is not a game, not an investment and defintely not a gamble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;If i ever want to get married i want to marry my true love, not just some guy i love, but someone whom i know i can never do without spiritually. As i stand in the altar with the guy beside me, i want to say I LOVE YOU with all my heart... and i know i will be able to say these three words to this guy for many years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I want to have a happy family. I want my kids to have what i do not have as a kid. I want to read them stories by the fireplace. I want to build a treehouse with them. I want to sing them lullaby. I want to prepare dinner for my family after their long at day at work and school, bring them together at the dining table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I want no arguments, i want no fights. I dun want my kids to ask me why are you shouting at daddy. And i want to pass this family values down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;This is what i want... and this will only materialise with Love.&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/7908931-109542501882475786?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109542501882475786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109542501882475786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109542501882475786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109542501882475786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-family.html' title='A happy family'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109526999747240221</id><published>2004-09-16T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:44:21.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun will shine my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To my dearest friends out there! Here is a song me and my friend wish to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Can't Rain All The Time&lt;br /&gt;- Jane Siberry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We walked the narrow path, beneath the smoking skies.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can barely tell the difference between darkness and light.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have faith in what we believe?&lt;br /&gt;The truest test is when we cannot, when we cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;I hear pounding feet in the,&lt;br /&gt;In the streets below, and the,&lt;br /&gt;And the women crying and the,&lt;br /&gt;And the children know that there,&lt;br /&gt;That there's something wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to believe that&lt;br /&gt;Love will prevail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it won't rain all the time.&lt;br /&gt;The sky won't fall forever.&lt;br /&gt;And though the night seems long,&lt;br /&gt;Your tears won't fall forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, when I'm lonely, I lie awake at night and I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. Can you tell me is there something more to believe in?&lt;br /&gt;Or is this all there is?&lt;br /&gt;In the pounding feet, in the,&lt;br /&gt;In the streets below, and the,&lt;br /&gt;And the window breaks and,&lt;br /&gt;And a woman falls, there's,&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong, it's,&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe that love will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it won't rain all the time.&lt;br /&gt;The sky won't fall forever.&lt;br /&gt;And though the night seems long,&lt;br /&gt;Your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;You came into my room, you took me into your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Whispering and kissing me, and telling me to still believe.&lt;br /&gt;Within the emptiness of the burning cities against which we save our darkest&lt;br /&gt;Selves...&lt;br /&gt;Until I felt safe and warm.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;It won't rain all the time.&lt;br /&gt;The sky won't fall forever.&lt;br /&gt;And though the night seems long,&lt;br /&gt;Your tears won't fall forever.&lt;br /&gt;It won't rain all the time&lt;br /&gt;The sky won't fall forever.&lt;br /&gt;And though the night seems long,&lt;br /&gt;Your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Have faith that the sun will shine on you again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7908931-109526999747240221?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109526999747240221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109526999747240221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109526999747240221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109526999747240221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/09/sun-will-shine-my-friend.html' title='Sun will shine my friend'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109518349050263119</id><published>2004-09-15T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T01:38:10.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad World</title><content type='html'>Some believe One heart, One Love.&lt;br /&gt;Some need alot of love to fill that one heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult to stay loyal to someone whom you really love? Or was it not love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-109518349050263119?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109518349050263119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109518349050263119' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109518349050263119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109518349050263119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/09/mad-world.html' title='Mad World'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109509020860848916</id><published>2004-09-13T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T12:55:40.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one is changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't give yourself excuses that he has changed. You are only getting to know the real him. Why did we get into a relationship in the first place when who i love is not really you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where did the guy that i used to love go? I've build my world around you, and that was a silly thing to do. Now that everything is gone, my world is shattered, pieces of memories are everywhere... just like the broken glasses on the floor, i am trying my best not to step on it, i dun wana bleed coz it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me my happiest moments and brought me the saddest too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i think i understand... i was in the sinking sand believing a fairytale will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh but you are in my blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're my holy wine You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I could drink a case of you darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&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/7908931-109509020860848916?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109509020860848916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109509020860848916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109509020860848916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109509020860848916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-one-is-changing.html' title='No one is changing'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109494814486209614</id><published>2004-09-12T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:11:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Both Sides Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How to know if love is here to stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason you gave when u chose to leave me is the same reason why you adore me in the first place. If love itself is already so complicated, you are making things worst by contradicting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that this will last forever... i am not the only believer. You told me that we will withstand all obstacles and you ensure me that this is the kind of true love that will go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i have doubts about our relationship, you told me to hold on to what you've said to me. And that you will be as constant as a northen star. Now that you tell me its all over, i want to hold on to what you've assured me before, believing everything will turn out well in the end. But you say whatever said should be left in the past and suggest that i forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only forgetting is as easy as forgiving, i would be a much happier person now.&lt;br /&gt;Its never easy to forget. Especially when we once create wonderful memories together.&lt;br /&gt;But its unfair when you can just fly off into the future just like that, leaving me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall live my own life too... i don't live my life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are meant to be, then we will meet again. If not, i have faith in destiny. I am sure there is someone out there that is meant to be my true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've changed. The sparkle in your eyes is gone. Your smile is just a careless yawn. You're breaking my heart. You've changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've forgotten the words i love you, and the memories that we've shared. You've ignore all the stars up above you. I can't realize that you ever cared. You've changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So now I say the things I want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes it's better letting go this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'll always know down in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We really had so far to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I've given all I had to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And now it's time for me to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;nd I won't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I won't regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Though hurts like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Someday I will forget&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/7908931-109494814486209614?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109494814486209614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109494814486209614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109494814486209614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109494814486209614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/09/both-sides-now.html' title='Both Sides Now'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109378246795901967</id><published>2004-08-29T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:16:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere only we know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its been awhile since i last posted. Been really busy with my school work. Just got a part time job, working as a catalogue distributor. Pay is pathetic, but i really like the job... i can listen to my CD player... sing along to the songs... walk from houses to houses, dropping catalogues into their mailboxes. Some of the houses are really beautiful... especially at night! I realised the beauty of Lights.. what they can do.. and how it can get me feeling all so romantic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After watching Serendipity and Sleepless In Seattle, i realised that one can love a few at the same time, but there is only one TRUE love in your entire life. And it really freaks me out to know that even at the point where you are planning for your marriage, you could realise that your true love is someone else out there.. and that the guy standing next to you at the altar is merely someone you love and is comfortable with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dunno if i would be able to find my true love... but i will not give up searching. I have faith in fate... and i believe in destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alot of my friends around me are going through break ups... Just remember that Every ending could be a new beginning, we just don't know it at that time. If you choose to dwell in the past, you won't be able to see how beautiful your future could be... someone esle could be waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And to those who are holding on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"this could be the end of everything so why don't we go somewhere only we know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-109378246795901967?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109378246795901967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109378246795901967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109378246795901967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109378246795901967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/08/somewhere-only-we-know.html' title='Somewhere only we know...'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109284129608025974</id><published>2004-08-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:08:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in Bebop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I miss miss miss the anime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I need to watch it to help me realise where i am now and where i should be heading next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Is life a dream? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When will i finally get to wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes... i am totally trapped! How to get out from this bebop web, return to reality and face the truth... what exactly is the truth that everyone is searching for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Reality is self constructed&lt;/span&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/7908931-109284129608025974?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109284129608025974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109284129608025974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109284129608025974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109284129608025974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/08/trapped-in-bebop.html' title='Trapped in Bebop'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109232146260587183</id><published>2004-08-12T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T17:20:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am the closest stranger to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am who i am because this is who you want me to be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I do have problem revealing the real me. Not that i am a secretive person... i just do not fancy the thought of someone understanding me as much as i understand myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hate to ask for help... would only do it under desperate measures. I've always been independent, especially emtionally. And i totally hate it when someone ask me to take care of myself, do you think i need your reminder? I love myself more than anyone else... so leave it to me, i can handle this. I know how to take care of myself and i do not need people to ask me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am in the journey of finding myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908931-109232146260587183?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109232146260587183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109232146260587183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109232146260587183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109232146260587183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/08/soul-session.html' title='Soul Session'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109212942353836489</id><published>2004-08-10T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:31:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Woman Flying to the Moon~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel so invincible today!!! i am so so powered up!!! I broke Sharon's key today... YES!!! as in literally broke it into two pieces!!! I accidentally broke it while trying to open her block's back door... when i tried to open the door, it refuses to, so i turn it REAL hard... out came the key.. only the head! the bottom of the key was stuck in the key hole!!! wahahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Come to think of it... i've broke 4 hangers just last week.. all becoz i used too much force to try remove the hanger from the rack. -__-"' What is so wrong with me??? Will you fly if i punch you right in the face? Maybe i could try... so that i can fly you to the Moon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fly Me To The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Poets often use many words&lt;br /&gt;to say a simple thing&lt;br /&gt;But it takes thought and time and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;to make a poet sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;With music and words&lt;br /&gt;I'll be playin'&lt;br /&gt;For you I have written a song&lt;br /&gt;To be sure that you'll know what&lt;br /&gt;I'm sayin' I'll translate as I go along&lt;br /&gt;(yeah oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;and let me play among the stars&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me see what spring is like&lt;br /&gt;On Jupiter and Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In other words&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;In other words&lt;br /&gt;darling kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fill my heart with song&lt;br /&gt;and let me sing forever more&lt;br /&gt;'cause you are all I long for&lt;br /&gt;All I worship and adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In other words&lt;br /&gt;please be true&lt;br /&gt;In other words&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;In other words&lt;br /&gt;please be true(please be true, I just want you to be true)&lt;br /&gt;In other words&lt;br /&gt;I love you(I love you, I love you)&lt;br /&gt;(to the moon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just take me to the moon and far&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Utada Hikaru&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/7908931-109212942353836489?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109212942353836489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109212942353836489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109212942353836489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109212942353836489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/08/wonder-woman-flying-to-moon.html' title='Wonder Woman Flying to the Moon~'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908931.post-109209399056195602</id><published>2004-08-10T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T00:22:32.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting all over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Been too too lazy to do anything to my old blog... and i've given myself enough reasons to abandon it. Therefore... here i come!!! A new blog, a new look, and maybe a more commited me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if life had been kind to me. But i do realise i had been thrown with lotsa decisions to make, some split second decisions that could change my life forever. Who am i to be in control of someone's esle happiness n sorrows? Why am i put into this difficult position? And what makes everyone think i am in the right mind to make the right decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions , Decisions, Decisions... Life is about making choices... the right ones that make you move forward and the wrong ones to make you look back and reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would think that i've made the right choice today... but this choice could backfire me anytime in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Being me, i am a risk taker and have always been. But not this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7908931-109209399056195602?l=urbanstrawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/feeds/109209399056195602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908931&amp;postID=109209399056195602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109209399056195602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908931/posts/default/109209399056195602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanstrawie.blogspot.com/2004/08/starting-all-over-again.html' title='&lt;em&gt;starting all over again&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Faye Valentine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
