<?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-8352634</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:52:02.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Life &amp; Other Mysteries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>357</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1202274167596179097</id><published>2009-01-02T10:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:40:55.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of An Era</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! The old is now the past and the new is the future to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was an interesting year for me. I was at my heaviest weight ever and decided enough was enough and made the decision that I've not regretted. I lost a total of 14kg by the end of the year and down to 1 dress size less. This tranformation is still a work in progress and so it will continue.&lt;br /&gt;My biggest struggle for the year was when my spiritual walk hit rock bottom. I did things that I should not have done and tested God's patience in every way I could. But our God is an awesome and merciful God. He was patient and brought me back on the road less travelled but one that is travelled with Him. My greatest lesson is to "Let Go, and Let God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2008 was also a year of giving up and moving on. Part of my lesson in letting go and letting God was to give up a certain person in my life. This person is Jack In The Box. He had quite a role to play in my life and in making me realize that not everyone you meet in life will be good for you. Yet a another big decision to make, it was time to move on. I did and with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NeighbourlyLeeLian also announced that she would be moving away from our neighbourhood. Definitely a very shocking announcement that had both of us in tears. After 27 years of living on the same street, my neighbour was finally moving away. It's the end of an era but not the end of a childhood friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post also marks the end of a chapter in my life. It has been long on my mind and so I finally made the decision to close my blog for good. I have not regretted putting my life out there for everyone to see while it lasted. For me, it was a time of experimentation of technology, opening a part of myself that I very often hide and more importantly, it was sharing my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this time to thank YOU for taking the time to pop by my blog and for taking the time to pen down your thoughts whenever you did. This blog has meant much to me and so I will be making a hard copy of it along with your comments as my way of cherishing this chapter of my life. Maybe I'll come back someday when its time to open another chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to you my friends, this is AndreaLingLing, signing off for the last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1202274167596179097?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1202274167596179097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1202274167596179097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1202274167596179097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1202274167596179097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-era.html' title='The End Of An Era'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-2523162043333889235</id><published>2008-11-17T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:54:23.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed &amp; Cynthia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is long overdue...Ed &amp;amp; SmallCyn's wedding pictures...the star at our table was BabyArchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556238319720466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SSE5erz9mBI/AAAAAAAAATY/npSUqSb3Slo/s320/105693417_HsOCF7dM_EdwardNCynthia034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The college girlfriends (well...some of us)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556237376807522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SSE5eoTJ4mI/AAAAAAAAATg/-WxgIY-jktM/s320/n853640105_4811170_7799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The task of giving a speech (JosiePosie &amp;amp; I)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556243884931810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SSE5fAiz-uI/AAAAAAAAATo/-j4mkkqvrZU/s320/n853640105_4811179_9994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The couple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556660269459154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SSE53PsnptI/AAAAAAAAAT4/apeKwRy_L1Q/s320/IMG_5605.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The star at our table...BabyArchie! He was such a good baby. Never cried at all throughout the night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SSE53dxgcrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YFTHKKJG0G0/s1600-h/IMG_5613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556664048054962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SSE53dxgcrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YFTHKKJG0G0/s320/IMG_5613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FoxyIsabel feeding me while I babysit Archie. She just had to get one of me like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556245910582530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SSE5fIFw9QI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ma21PUqyB4I/s320/n853640105_4811187_2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yum Seng-ing with the couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556657967068466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SSE53HHr9TI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4lWgHHI1J64/s320/n853640105_4811188_2266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The college friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556661152143426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SSE53S_EWEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/sHKrvK9ofoM/s320/n853640105_4811543_9627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm not pouting. I was making funny faces at Archie which makes him laugh a lot. He's a very happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Ed &amp;amp; SmallCyn, I wish you every happiness in your marriage. May love always be the point where your two souls meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-2523162043333889235?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/2523162043333889235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=2523162043333889235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2523162043333889235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2523162043333889235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/11/ed-cynthia.html' title='Ed &amp; Cynthia'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SSE5erz9mBI/AAAAAAAAATY/npSUqSb3Slo/s72-c/105693417_HsOCF7dM_EdwardNCynthia034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-4012443877439904530</id><published>2008-11-10T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:11:18.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go &amp; Let God</title><content type='html'>I don't want to talk too much about my recent homecoming with God for fear that things may turn the opposite in just a split second. My spirit is fragile and I am still rebelling but yet I know I must struggle to journey the road less travelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, God never ceases to amaze me especially in the more recent times of my life. The first week I reconciled with God, I rebelled against him. He taught me my first lesson with Jack In The Box. I will not detail it here as it is something of the past now and I do not want to remember that strange situation that I was put into. God's first lesson for me was 'let go and let God'. I needed to stop trying to take control and he taught me just that with this messy situation. It was also time for me to realize that Jack In The Box was a chapter I needed to close for good. Dear readers, Jack In The Box is now officially deleted from this blog, my phonebook and my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I needed to learn was to let go of people that were not in-sync with His plan for me i.e. Vainpot. My prayer was that if this person or relationship was not mine to be, then for him to take away the thoughts of wanting anything with this person. God did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think of Vainpot...wait...but not in that way anymore. I think of him because I pray for a friend to come to know my Saviour the way I know Him. And that's the story for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4012443877439904530?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4012443877439904530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=4012443877439904530&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4012443877439904530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4012443877439904530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-go-let-god.html' title='Let Go &amp; Let God'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-8415370848436161502</id><published>2008-10-15T19:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:20:47.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Me</title><content type='html'>For the past few years, I have put God aside and I have outwardly claimed that I will put him on time out. I'm not proud of what I did but I did it anyway. I needed time away from him to figure things out. It was a 'break up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks, I have been faced with happenings in my family's life as well as my own. Some of the events have led me to doubt my own abilities and also to question my faith. One of the biggest issues in my own personal life has always been about my love life. I have constantly struggled in the face of love and I still struggle with it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for some easy reading materials lately that touched on my faith and DannyBoy lent me this book by Elisabeth Elliot. My initial reaction to reading this book was that I couldn't grasp the idea she was suggesting and I rebelled against its content. But the more I read, the more I realized the truth in it and I knew I couldn't run anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please save me....I can't do it on my own anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-8415370848436161502?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/8415370848436161502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=8415370848436161502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8415370848436161502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8415370848436161502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-me.html' title='Save Me'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-5616433773575578386</id><published>2008-09-23T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:13:35.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Heart</title><content type='html'>Seperation is a choice and it starts with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my birthday wish came true. I'm feeling with warm with gladness and excitement. He said, "You may not believe what I say but I've been wanting to take you out and treat you to something special." Made me smile from my heart...something I haven't done in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-5616433773575578386?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/5616433773575578386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=5616433773575578386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5616433773575578386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5616433773575578386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-heart.html' title='From The Heart'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-6937630180409741209</id><published>2008-08-28T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:26:35.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing &amp; Hoping</title><content type='html'>Ok, my birthday is a more than a month away but hey...I still have my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really only one wish that I really have which is to have Vainpot at my birthday. Yes, it makes me look like I still live in the past and have not moved on and it's true to a certain extent. I have moved on but yet a part of me holds on to the memory of him hoping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to hoping and wishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I hope Jack In The Box is well. Things have happened and I cannot turn back time but maybe it was for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-6937630180409741209?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/6937630180409741209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=6937630180409741209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6937630180409741209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6937630180409741209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/08/wishing-hoping.html' title='Wishing &amp; Hoping'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1080662138588045196</id><published>2008-08-26T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:57:31.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Drop</title><content type='html'>Weight loss to date (5 months) : 13kgs. As DannyBoy said, that's the weight of a big pack of rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1080662138588045196?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1080662138588045196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1080662138588045196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1080662138588045196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1080662138588045196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-drop.html' title='Project Drop'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-945994313616486891</id><published>2008-07-30T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:58:00.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Become?</title><content type='html'>FoxyIsabel commented the other day while I paid her a visit, that I had changed a lot since she got pregnant. Her feedback was that I had somehow 'grown up' over the last few months and that I wasn't the same person I used to be. I was also more confident of who I was as a person. Coming from FoxyIsabel, it meant much to me and it must be a drastic change as she is not one to comment on something like this unless the change is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held on to that idea that I had changed, somewhat agreeing and seeing that she was right in some way...untill today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I lost my temper at someone when I shouldn't have. Me being me, I'm known to be bitchy when I want to and I can be very bitchy. And for this girl, it has been so since the start. A lot of times I thought to myself that this girl is probably hate this line of work because of me but I always told myself that what doesn't kill her only makes her stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I lost my temper and scolder her over the phone till she sounded like she was going to cry. At that point in time, I was dead pissed and didn't give a shit how she felt. All throughout lunch I remained pissed and angry. But as I drove back to the office, I started questioning myself as to the kind of person I've become and slowly becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the kind of work that I do has made me even more cynical than I used to be. I've become edgy and easily irritated. I find that frowning has become part of my facial features. I find myself unconsciously frowning even when I'm driving and it worries me because I can see the frown line forming on my forehead. There's so much more that I've noticed about myself but I would be ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I am or who I'm becoming when I look into the mirror but today, I realized I didn't really like me very much. I'm afraid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : I apologized to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-945994313616486891?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/945994313616486891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=945994313616486891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/945994313616486891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/945994313616486891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-have-i-become.html' title='What Have I Become?'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-8333267224012554965</id><published>2008-07-25T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:53:20.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Days</title><content type='html'>It's one of those days again. It's the kind of day where I have no mood for work and wish I was in a far away land enjoying what the world has to offer. Wishing I earned more instead of earning peanuts. Wish I knew what I really wanted to do with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with another colleague of mine on this lazy Friday, I wished I was away even more. I wished I was somewhere quiet, like the lake, enjoying the breeze and the quietness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is depressing...I'm outta here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-8333267224012554965?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/8333267224012554965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=8333267224012554965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8333267224012554965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8333267224012554965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-those-days.html' title='One Of Those Days'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1838663763555592305</id><published>2008-07-21T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:17:20.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Full Moons, Past Loves and Current Status</title><content type='html'>It has been a month since I last wrote anything here. The last I wrote was just an announcement of Baby Archie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked Baby Archie's 1 month in this world and we threw a nice full moon party for him by the pool. Well it was for him even though he was sleeping most of the time and the adults were the ones really enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough, as I was enjoying the evening breeze, NeighbourlyLeeLian popped a question that was running in my mind the whole time...Have you heard from Choon Yow? Yes, i had been thinking about him as I was cooking for dinner. I had been thinking about him as NeighbourlyLeeLian and I drove to FoxyIsabel's place and I had been thinking about him as I sat there enjoying the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when he pops into my mind, it is especially so when I've said or done something that he has done or said before. I wanna hate him for being a coward but mostly I just miss his friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, nothing much has been going on. It's just work, training at the studio and the occasional going out which is rare. It sounds like I have no life but the 2 good things coming out from all this is that my fitness level is going up with my waking up every morning for a workout and also the visible results that I've lost quite a bit of weight *big grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1838663763555592305?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1838663763555592305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1838663763555592305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1838663763555592305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1838663763555592305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-full-moons-past-loves-and-current.html' title='Of Full Moons, Past Loves and Current Status'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-5152199949987058356</id><published>2008-06-23T16:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:02:43.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Arrival - 21 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SF9lFiH6fQI/AAAAAAAAASw/s8-FJAOf7z0/s1600-h/P1060301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214998039252073730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SF9lFiH6fQI/AAAAAAAAASw/s8-FJAOf7z0/s320/P1060301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A bundle of joy has arrived in the midst of my sisters and I and I have to say he's the most beautiful gift that God has granted my darling babe, FoxyIsabel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is his mother's first sms to us after his birth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Archie Zhang Guthrie has arrived this morning at 9.45am! He's a man of few words, big &amp;amp; calm. His mum is recovering and his daddy is dreaming of of his very 1st 'Tee off'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-5152199949987058356?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/5152199949987058356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=5152199949987058356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5152199949987058356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5152199949987058356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-arrival-21-june-2008.html' title='New Arrival - 21 June 2008'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SF9lFiH6fQI/AAAAAAAAASw/s8-FJAOf7z0/s72-c/P1060301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1896400883646506305</id><published>2008-05-28T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:29:51.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot House Graduation 2008</title><content type='html'>Hot House 2008 came to an end on Friday, 23 May with us presenting our graduation projects and receiving our certs at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Slurpies and I pulled an all nighter to get our presentation together thanks to procrastination. We pretty much didn't sleep from Thursday morning till early Satursday morning, juggling between our daily work and our graduation project. We each only probably got about and hours worth of sleep in between while finishing up our work at SlurpyChiMing's house. We finished everything at 8.30am on Friday, went home to get ready and meet again at SlurpyChiMing's house. Then off we went to Royale Bintang to present and pretty much stayed awake zombified for the rest of the day untill dinner and and the after party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SlurpyAnusha and I were complaining how tired and sleepy we were when we were at SlurpyChiMing's house but somehow, through some kind of miracle, we felt the adrenaline rush from all the excitement when were saw our other fellow hot housers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture time! Excuse me for looking high throughout most of them because I was high!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205418221022171714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SD1cSuNfUkI/AAAAAAAAASA/88ahXT1UG80/s320/DSC03579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The SLURPIES!! (L to R : Joy, ChiMing, Anusha, me &amp;amp; WenHo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205418225317139026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SD1cS-NfUlI/AAAAAAAAASI/nzUzt5prOn8/s320/n682697811_926727_7905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AlreadyGoneDesmond, myself and SlurpyJoy at dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205418233907073650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SD1cTeNfUnI/AAAAAAAAASY/MDb7sHZKMW4/s320/n682697811_926692_3610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205418229612106338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SD1cTONfUmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/aqwmtbgq-aU/s320/DSC03656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Suvvea and Destine (our dropout...missed you at our preso dude)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205418238202040962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SD1cTuNfUoI/AAAAAAAAASg/4-DUOjTKweE/s320/DSC03654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One for the road singing 'Wild World' (all gone KO)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1896400883646506305?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1896400883646506305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1896400883646506305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1896400883646506305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1896400883646506305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-house-graduation-2008.html' title='Hot House Graduation 2008'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SD1cSuNfUkI/AAAAAAAAASA/88ahXT1UG80/s72-c/DSC03579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1125681152796291349</id><published>2008-05-20T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:48:18.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY SHOWER!</title><content type='html'>SmallCyn and I organized a little baby shower for FoxyIsabel..well...I helped out where I could :)&lt;br /&gt;A small gathering just for us close friends and our little Archie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYncs1gAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pLig63MsaEs/s1600-h/n853640105_2988729_69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202388323052912642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYncs1gAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pLig63MsaEs/s320/n853640105_2988729_69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYnss1gBI/AAAAAAAAARY/3OgCpaRvcZ0/s1600-h/n853640105_2988730_346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202388327347879954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYnss1gBI/AAAAAAAAARY/3OgCpaRvcZ0/s320/n853640105_2988730_346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYnss1gCI/AAAAAAAAARg/O2sk_DkhfYY/s1600-h/n853640105_2988737_2218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202388327347879970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYnss1gCI/AAAAAAAAARg/O2sk_DkhfYY/s320/n853640105_2988737_2218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy parents to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYn8s1gDI/AAAAAAAAARo/GvbsOtNnSBQ/s1600-h/n853640105_2988739_2752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202388331642847282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYn8s1gDI/AAAAAAAAARo/GvbsOtNnSBQ/s320/n853640105_2988739_2752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYoMs1gEI/AAAAAAAAARw/9-7VwhoHFlE/s1600-h/n853640105_2988740_3026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202388335937814594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYoMs1gEI/AAAAAAAAARw/9-7VwhoHFlE/s320/n853640105_2988740_3026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Al won a golf tournament earlier in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202388615110688850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKY4cs1gFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V0oNH_mLBpE/s320/n853640105_2988743_3863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1125681152796291349?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1125681152796291349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1125681152796291349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1125681152796291349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1125681152796291349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-shower.html' title='BABY SHOWER!'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/SDKYncs1gAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pLig63MsaEs/s72-c/n853640105_2988729_69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-4295550105160283499</id><published>2008-05-14T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:46:28.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumah Panas 2008</title><content type='html'>I've been busy with my graduation project. Our 3 months training is coming to an end and our graduation presentation is officially 9 days away and we still have so much to do!!!! DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I was quite worried when they announced the groups because of the idea that I may not be able to work with these people. The right group members is very crucial for all of us because this isn't just any one of our assignments, its our freaking graduation project. The one project that determines our bosses impressions of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm very glad I have my team members...bunch of monkeys that talk cock half the time but still get work done and the great thing is that we're all on the same wave length so it's been easy to get along from the start. We've been meeting up everyday including Sundays and we've developed relationships with one another that is not just on a working level but a personal level. Its not always easy especially with the late nights or should I say early mornings that we've been doing but we've started to share things about our personal life and we've come to care for each other and take concern for each others well being. We talk crap most of the time but when we work, we bring out the best in each of us. That's what makes us a team. They're really an amazing bunch of people and I'm glad I have the opportunity to work with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm pretty glad that I was part of this training programme. I've met some and have gotten the opportunity to work with some amazing people and have thoroughly enjoyed myself. I hope I have somehow grown just a little more as a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4295550105160283499?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4295550105160283499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=4295550105160283499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4295550105160283499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4295550105160283499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/05/rumah-panas-2008.html' title='Rumah Panas 2008'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-8216523902995927584</id><published>2008-04-30T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:33:59.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderings : Motherhood</title><content type='html'>I'm currently on leave and taking a breather from work. The break however, is not turning out to be a break because I've had to run around and also plant myself at places with WiFi so that I can do some work. No..not office work but my graduation project work. Yup...my 3 months training is coming to an end. The creative thing about this year's projects is that both the topics are for real clients. The years before, its been a make belief one. This round, it's real. The winning group will actually present to the client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm digressing. I had to babysit my nephew today because both my parents had plans of their own. I got a taste of what it's like to be a mother today and I think I'm ready to become a one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the fun mother that runs around with her kids and falls down laughing with them. The cool mom who dresses in jeans and t-shirt and sneakers. That's the ideal of course. Though I refuse to believe it or admit it, I see my mother in me and I know my children will see me in them in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-8216523902995927584?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/8216523902995927584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=8216523902995927584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8216523902995927584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8216523902995927584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/04/ponderings-motherhood.html' title='Ponderings : Motherhood'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-721618312581099934</id><published>2008-04-22T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:14:35.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Moment In Time</title><content type='html'>I went for my first ever photoshoot for an ad campaign yesterday! It was for one of our Clients and it was really last minute but I must say it was worth it. Even if the talent fee that we're getting is not a lot. Even if we had to stay up till 12 something taking shot after shot. Even if I only got so little sleep and had to wake up early for my morning workout. IT WAS WORTH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth the experience! The greater thing about this campaign is that it's not coming out in Malaysia. It's going straight to Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea behind the photoshoot was to have a tram full of angry Chinese being squeezed to death in this tram ride. Our set up was a mere rectangular space with a few chairs and a small roof where the supposed hand rails are. In this small space, we had to fit 20 people, young and old. Our only direction was to either stand or sit and give 'pissed off' expressions. Pretty simple? Not really! It was pretty hard to hold that angry face especially since half the talents were colleagues and the other half were friends of colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for the shoot. What I really wanted to talk about was the one observation I made for the night. One very incredible observation that binds us human beings together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us colleagues while the others were strangers to us. But being cramped in that little space and having to pretty much violate all personal space and body parts due to the squeezing, changed our relationships with each other for a moment in time. In that moment of being together in the tiny space, it was as if we had been friends for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the girls standing next to me in one of the shots, but somehow with all the squeezing, pushing and pulling, we found a common ground to be comfortable with each other. After rounds of pictures, it was easy for one to rest her head on my shoulder due to being tired. It was easier for the other girl next to me to put her arm around me and make a joke. It was easier for the gay guy behind me to ruffle my hair! It was easy for all of us to crack jokes amongst ourselves with each shot that was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this was amazing! The idea that people can come together as one without having to know each other. Total strangers who become your closest friends for a moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the studio still not knowing these people that I met. I didn't know their names or their age or what they did for a living, but during those few hours, they were my companions and and most of all, they crossed my path...hopefully leaving something behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-721618312581099934?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/721618312581099934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=721618312581099934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/721618312581099934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/721618312581099934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-moment-in-time.html' title='For A Moment In Time'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-8170401892541324402</id><published>2008-04-14T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:17:51.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda</title><content type='html'>It was evident that there was sexual tension between us that night. I coulda let it happen between us. I woulda if he was single. And now I'm thinking maybe I shoulda just let myself go to satisfy the tension between us and my curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no...I didn't do it. I couldn't do it. I would have when he was still single a few months ago. But this time, even with the given opportunity, I couldn't. I couldn't do this to a friend. Yes, he's dating a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAD kissed me that night. He was persistent. I responded at first but then the image of Dr.BadLove appeared in my mind and I was reminded of what I did. I was reminded of that feeling of guilt I had towards his then girlfriend. I didn't like her, but i pittied her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry in front of JAD. I couldn't hold back my emotions. I told him I just couldn't be that girl again. He understood and let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing he didn't know was that I also couldn't do it because of the little feelings that I had developed for him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-8170401892541324402?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/8170401892541324402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=8170401892541324402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8170401892541324402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8170401892541324402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/04/coulda-woulda-shoulda.html' title='Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7661789331311442600</id><published>2008-03-31T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:43:30.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOYING!</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, I wake up early in the mornings to exercise. I try to power walk consistently every morning and so far its been great. I love the morning exercise now coz I feel very refreshed and energized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok..but that's not the point of my post today. I wanna talk about a certain annoyance that happens to me every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings are usually filled with elderly people doing their morning exercise. Most times, they're all pretty slow as compared to someone like me who is power walking. I have this pattern whereby I keep myself to the left hand side of the path so that if runners wanna pass me, they can do it on the right. I use the traffic system as my rationale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, most of them don't practice the same system. Instead they're walking slow on the right side. This is like driving at 50km/ph on the fast lane on the highway! I mean, come on!! Bad enough you're blocking someone, you hog the pathway too! In some cases, it's even worse. The ladies walk in twos and yack, yack and yack! What the hell??!!! And no matter how loud you try to shuffle your feet on the pathway or give a slight cough to announce that you're behind them, they don't budge!!! You try overtaking them on the right, they're blocking. Try the left, still blocking! What the duck!!! In the end, you end up saying a loud "Excuse me" causing them to move aside so you can pass through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It irritates the hell out of my every morning without fail. I don't get it! Why can't you use the same skills you apply on the road?? I mean, it uses the same logic! If you're slow, then stay on the left! What? just coz you're not on the road means you become stupid?? For everyone's sake, use your brains and not just your mouth! ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'm done venting. Back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7661789331311442600?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7661789331311442600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7661789331311442600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7661789331311442600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7661789331311442600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/03/annoying.html' title='ANNOYING!'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3525501953191256129</id><published>2008-03-28T12:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:46:11.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;JoeD'Moe sent this song and I thought it was most inspiring and yet straight to the heart. Thanks Joe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not forgotten - Israel and New Breed (feat Jonny Lang) - A deeper level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People walking by, very seldom they say hi, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they don't know how wonderful you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If they only knew all the things you've been through, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if only they could see your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear you crying for help, please don't blame yourself;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not forgotten, you are not forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it's time to go to sleep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you try your best to keep yourself from falling apart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no need to fear, because I'm already here, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I'm the one who sees your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear you crying for help, please don't blame yourself;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not forgotten, you are not forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not just a face in the crowd, you are not a forgotten child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me whisper it loud, I love you, oh, I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can hold your head up high, 'cause I'll make everything alright,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm committed to you smiling again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And eventually you'll see people's similarities, everyone just needs a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when they're crying for help, you'll be able to tell them, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please tell them for Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That You are not forgotten, you are not forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are gonna get much better,&lt;br /&gt;You are not forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, you are not forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You are precious to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one I'm the one who sees your heart&lt;br /&gt;You are not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, you are not forgotten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3525501953191256129?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3525501953191256129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3525501953191256129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3525501953191256129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3525501953191256129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-not-forgotten.html' title='You Are Not Forgotten'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-297125339383245431</id><published>2008-03-28T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:43:20.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discontented</title><content type='html'>When I first decided to quit my job and take on a new one, i told myself it was the right thing to do even with the sacrifice of my salary. If I had stayed where I am and moved on to another agency doing the same thing, I would be earning 50% more than my previous salary. But instead, I took the plunge and made the sacrifice whereby only getting an increment of 10% from my previous job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people said I was brave to take such a move. My answer to them was that it was my passion. It was something that I really wanted to do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after nearly a year of doing what I'm doing, I still feel the passion and the excitement expecially when I see my hardwork on print or on tv. But I'm not contented anymore. It was a choice before, but now it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not contented because the salary that I earn, I don't even really get to taste it. Three quarters of it goes to paying my bills : car loan, phone bill, dance class, insurance, credit card bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends ask me why I have credit cards. The reason for the credit card is to fund my spending so that I can at least taste a bit of my salary when I want to. Of course, it doesn't help that I am a shoppaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to being discontented. Yes, I've started to feel very angry at myself because I can't even save up for a holiday. Each time I think I'm saving up, the money comes out paying for car service and the latest upcoming one, change car tyres. After that, it will be car service again and the before I know it, it's time to renew car insurance and road tax. And it doesn't help that most people my age in general are already earning a salary that is taxable while I'm still earning the salary of a fresh grad engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my dream of going back to Bali and going to Siem Reap as well as Boracay for a conference this year has slipped into the darkness. My goal of conquering Mount Kinabalu nest year is also starting to look a little shady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted, I could quite my job and move to another agency. I've had people asking me if I wanna join them. But somehow, I like it here and plus I'm in training which is teaching me a lot of things. Hopefully when my one year here is up, I'll see some kind of hope. If I don't, then I guess its adios amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-297125339383245431?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/297125339383245431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=297125339383245431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/297125339383245431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/297125339383245431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/03/discontented.html' title='Discontented'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-4959931337834355635</id><published>2008-03-21T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:55:35.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 So Far</title><content type='html'>It's March and I've already gotten myself into quite a bit of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I went out with Vainpot and everything felt like it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;2) I went and got myself Hand, Foot &amp;amp; Mouth disease.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm going for HotHouse.&lt;br /&gt;4) Started training for KK.&lt;br /&gt;5) Met an animator who's doing my Client's TVC who looks like Vainpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la..not too bad seeing as its only 3 months into the year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4959931337834355635?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4959931337834355635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=4959931337834355635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4959931337834355635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4959931337834355635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/03/2008-so-far.html' title='2008 So Far'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-8701278304686748542</id><published>2008-02-21T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:13:38.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia</title><content type='html'>I came to realization and admitted my biggest phobia out loud yesterday. I am afraid of going to a foreign place alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When going out to eat and I arrive the earliest, I'm usually asked to get a table first but I try not to. So what I usually do is try to arrive a little later than the agreed time or wait in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, I'd rather go shopping alone anytime. But I usually avoid eating at the mall if I'm shopping alone. If I do so have to eat, then a magazine is in order first so that I look busy while I'm eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot for the life of me understand this phobia but i absolutely fear it. I think it's the constant stares of people when you're alone that have made me like this. The idea of walking into a foreign place with lots of people and them staring at me as I enter horrifies me big time! I think it boils down to the fact that I don't really wanna be alone. As it is, I'm going everywhere alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there you go...that's my biggest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this because I realize my blog very neglected but not like anyone reads it anymore anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-8701278304686748542?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/8701278304686748542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=8701278304686748542&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8701278304686748542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8701278304686748542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/02/phobia.html' title='Phobia'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1898659390254929132</id><published>2008-02-13T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:53:28.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al &amp; FoxyIsabel</title><content type='html'>My friend and sister got married yesterday and I was made to give an impromptu speech.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Al &amp;amp; FoxyIsabel. Love ya! Will post pictures on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short speech for them:&lt;br /&gt;It takes two to tango and that's how it is with marriage. It take two to make a marriage work. Welcome to a new chapter in your lives and may you live each day with each other as if it was unwritten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Now to plan for the baby shower..hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1898659390254929132?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1898659390254929132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1898659390254929132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1898659390254929132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1898659390254929132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/02/al-foxyisabel.html' title='Al &amp; FoxyIsabel'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-6965957983343018140</id><published>2008-01-24T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:16:29.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January Update</title><content type='html'>It has been the longest time since I've actually blogged. Blame it on the workload that I now have and also because of some policies. Don't be angry if I haven't caught up with you, you're not the only one. I haven't met up with a lot of people that our relationship has become somewhat distant. Some of you may think I'm in a relationship since my status on Facebook says that but my relationship is with my PC and my table in the office :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some updates. I finally got confirmed 2 weeks ago!! Yay!! Can finally take leave ok...which I will be next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution for 2008 : To start acting my age. Save up for a good long holiday. Put the past of people like Vainpot behind. Some others on the list too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..oh...another good thing, a job offer from somewhere else :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-6965957983343018140?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/6965957983343018140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=6965957983343018140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6965957983343018140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6965957983343018140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-update.html' title='January Update'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7209410726573236116</id><published>2008-01-02T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:37:19.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of blogging is my bad. I've been working long and late and there has never been time to sit down and gather my thoughts. On top of that, my company has a policy against blogging. I'm doing this one in secret!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty down the last 2 weeks or so. People who were once close to me, have drifted without realizing it. I can sit with them in a group and still not feel I'm apart of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time in isolation since...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7209410726573236116?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7209410726573236116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7209410726573236116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7209410726573236116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7209410726573236116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-2008.html' title='New Year 2008'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7110231212223511517</id><published>2007-12-12T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:29:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfold</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0F3Rm8c3wP0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0F3Rm8c3wP0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfold - By Marie Digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i can remember&lt;br /&gt;is alot like water&lt;br /&gt;trickling down a page&lt;br /&gt;of the most beautiful colors&lt;br /&gt;i can't quite put my&lt;br /&gt;finger down on the moment&lt;br /&gt;that i became like ... this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i'm the bravest girl&lt;br /&gt;you will ever come to meet&lt;br /&gt;and yet i shrink down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;at the thought of someone&lt;br /&gt;really seeing me&lt;br /&gt;i think my heart is wrapped around&lt;br /&gt;and tangled up in winding weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't wanna go on living&lt;br /&gt;being so afraid of showing&lt;br /&gt;someone else my.. imperfections&lt;br /&gt;even though my feet are trembling&lt;br /&gt;and every word i say comes stumbling&lt;br /&gt;i will bare it all.. watch me unfold&lt;br /&gt;unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these hands that i hold&lt;br /&gt;behind my back are&lt;br /&gt;bound and broken by my own doing&lt;br /&gt;and i can't feel&lt;br /&gt;anything, anymore&lt;br /&gt;i need a touch to remind me&lt;br /&gt;i'm still real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul&lt;br /&gt;it's dying to be free&lt;br /&gt;i can't live the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;so guarded&lt;br /&gt;it's up to me to choose..&lt;br /&gt;what kind of life i lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't wanna go on living&lt;br /&gt;being so afraid of showing&lt;br /&gt;someone else my.. imperfections&lt;br /&gt;even though my feet are trembling&lt;br /&gt;and every word i say comes stumbling&lt;br /&gt;i will bare it all.. watch me unfold&lt;br /&gt;unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will allow someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;i will allow someone to love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me.. love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7110231212223511517?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7110231212223511517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7110231212223511517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7110231212223511517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7110231212223511517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/12/unfold.html' title='Unfold'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-6043193600017741354</id><published>2007-12-11T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:25:49.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>The last month or so, I have been trying to find my place with God again. It is my way of reconciling with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, God spoke to me about my love life -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SweetSara told me she'd been praying for friends in this area and an image of a situation came up together with my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience...that's all I need...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-6043193600017741354?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/6043193600017741354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=6043193600017741354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6043193600017741354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6043193600017741354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/12/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7232302632080515064</id><published>2007-11-26T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:53:14.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFC Remix 1</title><content type='html'>This is what I've been up to other than work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BW79yT3RuXs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BW79yT3RuXs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7232302632080515064?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7232302632080515064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7232302632080515064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7232302632080515064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7232302632080515064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/11/afc-remix-1.html' title='AFC Remix 1'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-4721200970850011736</id><published>2007-11-21T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T16:42:32.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick To The Bone</title><content type='html'>I've been working late and hard for the last 3 weeks. My body has finally caved in...I've got the flu -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4721200970850011736?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4721200970850011736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=4721200970850011736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4721200970850011736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4721200970850011736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick-to-bone.html' title='Sick To The Bone'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3533941809802130821</id><published>2007-10-29T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:29:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication To The Unborn (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>I think I am entitled to how I feel about the situation and examples used will always be examples. My brother's case has not influenced me to have anything against having a baby before marriage. I have always felt that way whether you even knew it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, I appreciate your opinions but I will request that you not ask me to deal with it because I have dealt with it. I may not show it but I dealt with it in my own way. So if you think I'm not being sincere, then you have wronged me by assuming so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point to my blog post was not to point out mistakes or to poke fun at anyone. I admit, I made judgement against her and it was wrong of me to do so. Instead of giving her support, I turned and ran. But I would rather give her real support now that I have dealt with it than show her an insincere support when she first told me. But if she cannot see it, then my only hope left to show support is to pray for her from where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say is that I wrote that blog post to apologize and to make a public one for that matter due to fear that she might not want to talk to me in person. Blogging an apology was the next best thing for me. The point I'm trying to make is that I'm trying to make amends but I cannot do it if you keep shooting me down with your questions. I am entitled to my views but it does not change how I feel about her as a friend and that is why I said 'No matter.....".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3533941809802130821?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3533941809802130821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3533941809802130821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3533941809802130821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3533941809802130821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/10/dedication-to-unborn-part-2.html' title='Dedication To The Unborn (Part 2)'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7334530965147577497</id><published>2007-10-25T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:34:48.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication To The Unborn</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to a sister whom I may not always agree on things with but will always love her dearly for she holds a place close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She announced to me the other day that she was pregnant. At the point of announcement, it came as a shock for me. Not positive, but a negative one for me. The reasons for a negative reaction I will not say but it overwhelmed me that I cut our conversation short because my heart could not take it. I know I should not have reacted the way I did and to this day, I wonder why I reacted the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She confronted me about this like she always does when something's wrong and with whatever defence I had in me, I fought back like I always do. It ended with us being angry with each other and we haven't spoken since. This is my attempt to make peace with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it does go against my beliefs and principles. I will not deny that and I will not be denied of it. I admit, the feeling of being safe is always easiest for me. Hearing your news brings me back to the time my brother finally told me that he had had a child without the knowledge of his family. It angered me when he told me. It felt like deja vu. The same feelings I had for you when you told me. I had judged you in my mind and I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not stop loving my brother when he broke the news to me and like him, I have not stopped loving you as my sister and my friend. No matter how angry or disappointed I am with you, please know that I was never going to let you stand alone. I will always try to support you and you should know that by now. I am sorry and I love you my sister. You will make a wonderful mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Aunty Andrea is planning to buy little booties for him/her :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7334530965147577497?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7334530965147577497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7334530965147577497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7334530965147577497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7334530965147577497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/10/dedication-to-unborn.html' title='Dedication To The Unborn'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-6517961186882645016</id><published>2007-10-19T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:59:34.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roomless!</title><content type='html'>I'm roomless at the moment. My bed is a small space in the guest room. My wardrobe is in suitcases. I'm a nomad until they finish painting my room and the furniture gets put back in. My room is gonna be of style. Now that I'm all grown up, there will be no more pink walls and pink cupboards. My room is gonna be white with a ruby red feature wall. There's much to do so I must find the time to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-6517961186882645016?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/6517961186882645016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=6517961186882645016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6517961186882645016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6517961186882645016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/10/roomless.html' title='Roomless!'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-2186669780789892166</id><published>2007-10-12T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:30:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am still trying to get pictures from another surprise party in the office but because I haven't had the time, I'll leave that to later. Hobbit and SwenBobo decided to do their thing again this year..which is surprise me yet again. Only this time, I wasn't screaming in Taman Aman, I just froze instead. The venue was Delicious, Bangsar Village 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120248918357516386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7HQ1RHIGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tnVRWGThSZo/s320/DSCN2907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120248922652483698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7HRFRHIHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TRWZ_3c7ULM/s320/DSCN2918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I froze and stared at everyone at the table...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120248922652483714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7HRFRHIII/AAAAAAAAAPo/jbVR9S26A_4/s320/DSCN2931-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Camwhoring starts off with me and Hobbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120248931242418338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7HRlRHIKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EUrszLxgxOg/s320/DSCN2936-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Followed by SwenBobo and me. She bought me flowers and wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249296314638530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7Hm1RHIMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lCADhpcFOUQ/s320/DSCN2945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249695746597122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7H-FRHIQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/JCD00o3wHEc/s320/DSCN2956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;DannyBoy and Eunice joined us too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120248926947451026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7HRVRHIJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gxLT2Yyu0tg/s320/DSCN2933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Little Mels &amp;amp; FunkyMonkeyErin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249309199540466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7HnlRHIPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DVzaBvk3kbI/s320/DSCN2955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FunkyMonkeyErin doesn't usually just eat salad...she's on detox diet man...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249304904573154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7HnVRHIOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4evtYZVYgrA/s320/DSCN2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eunice &amp;amp; DannyBoy came late so as you see, she's eyeing my food...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249300609605842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7HnFRHINI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UhVfooPay_E/s320/DSCN2953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249700041564434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7H-VRHIRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sH3pg0dA7Ng/s320/DSCN2961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yummy wine...it was really good stuff, Thanks SwenBobo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249704336531746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7H-lRHISI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oxytl3cEJl8/s320/DSCN2976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249708631499058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7H-1RHITI/AAAAAAAAARA/-Cg3Q6OG0R0/s320/DSCN2977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Front (L-R) : Eunice, Me, Hobbit; Back (L-R) : SwenBobo and Josh M&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249712926466370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7H_FRHIUI/AAAAAAAAARI/YX3Kd1yMdlo/s320/DSCN2981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The group at dinner with SwenBobo poking my side. Typical Facebook style &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249292019671218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7HmlRHILI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6WhMOoL5GWE/s320/DSCN2938-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big thank you to SwenBobo and Hobbit for the birthday dinner. Love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-2186669780789892166?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/2186669780789892166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=2186669780789892166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2186669780789892166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2186669780789892166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-birthday-2007.html' title='My Birthday 2007'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rw7HQ1RHIGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tnVRWGThSZo/s72-c/DSCN2907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-940570967857825458</id><published>2007-10-08T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:37:33.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Right Back</title><content type='html'>Let me get all the pictures before I update. See ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-940570967857825458?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/940570967857825458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=940570967857825458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/940570967857825458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/940570967857825458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-right-back.html' title='Be Right Back'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3760508416531884559</id><published>2007-10-05T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:22:29.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 26th</title><content type='html'>I officially turn 26 today. It's been a tough few months for me emotionally and spiritually. I've been consumed by the ways of the world and I still am but there is a part of me lately that doesn't want to be apart of this world. True to the Word "Be in this world but not of this world" (I think that's how it's said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's been tough for me, and there were and are still times when I feel I am alone. But still, I thank the good Lord for family and friends who have put up with my ways and have loved me even when I doubted them. More importantly, I feel that God has been trying to tell me that he is still very much apart of me even though I push him away. He has spoken to me through songs that have been sent by JoeD'Moe (Everything by Lifehouse) and SweetSara (Does Anyone Hear Her by Casting Crowns). Thank you for the songs that have spoken to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for...&lt;br /&gt;For sisters such as:&lt;br /&gt;1) SmallCyn who's heard me cry countless times when I was broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;2) FoxyIsabel for always offering advice when she could&lt;br /&gt;3) Hobbit for being understanding and knowing where I stand&lt;br /&gt;4) SwenBobo who's there in her own way. Thank you for offering to come over when I cried my&lt;br /&gt;hardest&lt;br /&gt;5) MommyYeeLing for giving me advice through her experiences&lt;br /&gt;6) SuperJann for listening to me whine all the time&lt;br /&gt;7) SweetSara for trying to listen to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others:&lt;br /&gt;1) StaceyMyBrother for sharing his experience with me and for loving me&lt;br /&gt;2) Jack In The Box for knowing me&lt;br /&gt;3) Caroline (my ex-boss) for making me realize that these experiences are for a reason&lt;br /&gt;4) VainChoonYow for sharing his life with me and for loving me at some point&lt;br /&gt;5) JoeD'Moe for caring&lt;br /&gt;6) Jason for also caring and taking concern even when I pushed you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever I've left out of the list, you are not forgotten. You have played a part in my life too. Thank you for being apart of it. I may not always say thank you, but please know that I am thankful for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3760508416531884559?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3760508416531884559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3760508416531884559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3760508416531884559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3760508416531884559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-26th.html' title='My 26th'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-4248651016713513753</id><published>2007-10-03T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:51:54.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost A Victim</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was nearly a victim. If you know where Menara Milenium is, you'll know that there are parking spaces opposite at the government building area. That parking lot is cheap but is super dodgy. I've heard many stories about that parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I usually take my car out and park it outside my office around dinner time if I'm working late. Yesterday however, I thought since I'm leaving at about 8 something, it shouldn't be a problem. I've done it a dozen of times and so far nothing has happened (andrea secretly touches wood). I had parked all the way down to the last floor and thats the dodgiest of all and just as I was coming out the door of the staircase, I saw a figure in full black quickly move the side. I froze. I didn't know if I should continue to my car or go back up and get one of the guys to walk me. But I was curious so I walked to the side and I saw him move even further. It was really like he was hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 choices. I could run to the car which was near him or I could go back up and get one of the guys to walk me back down. I think the whole time I stood there frozen trying to make a decision, this guy was watching me. In the end, I decided not to take the risk. I turned and ran tip toe back up 4 floors of stairs. It was fight or flight for me at that point la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pale and shaking when I went back up to office. I finally got one of the guys to walk me back down. I was freaked and I kept thinking he'd still be there when we went down. Thank God I made the right decision to run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4248651016713513753?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4248651016713513753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=4248651016713513753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4248651016713513753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4248651016713513753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/10/almost-victim.html' title='Almost A Victim'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3713161484005032330</id><published>2007-09-26T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:47:38.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's For You, Davin</title><content type='html'>Davin will be closing a chapter and moving to a new one today. For all the times that I've known him, he never ceases to make me laugh. When you first meet him, you would think he's weird with his funny antics and reactions to things. But the more you get to know him, you know that that is what makes him who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would post a video of him eating the raw turtle egg that AK got for him but I don't have it right now. Maybe later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Davin, thank you for being who you are. Have a safe trip! I'll see you soon, my friend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114307045915891570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RvmrKVgYF3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AeQklcRSylE/s320/n570875031_1280223_9234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3713161484005032330?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3713161484005032330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3713161484005032330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3713161484005032330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3713161484005032330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-ones-for-you-davin.html' title='This One&apos;s For You, Davin'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RvmrKVgYF3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AeQklcRSylE/s72-c/n570875031_1280223_9234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-6777866241057195925</id><published>2007-09-24T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:59:17.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>My birthday is just around the corner. Though I had this whole wish list last year, this year, it's different. I don't feel the need to have a wish list because the material things will only satisfy me temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing I really want this year is to be with friends and family that really matter to me. I want to love and feel loved this year. Yes, unfortunately, I admit that I have not felt very loved this year. I'm not blaming anyone because I could be the one that has pushed away certain things in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year, this is all I really want. To be with people that matter to me most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-6777866241057195925?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/6777866241057195925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=6777866241057195925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6777866241057195925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6777866241057195925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-birthday-wish.html' title='My Birthday Wish'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1954049726711054274</id><published>2007-09-19T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:25:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Match.com??</title><content type='html'>I've been single for quite a while now. My 'almost' didn't happen and so I am to move again. Recently, my colleagues have been teasing me about how I should maybe start dating our client as he's still single and it would probably make everyone's life much easier. Not that I have anything against the guy but PUH-LEASE...there is no way I could date someone like him *andrea makes the 'eew' face* SO SALAH man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this has led me to think about how single women around the world are putting themselves in the game by trying out these match making websites. Now...I'm not one to support these websites because I deeply believe that I can find a man on my own. Also, the thought of putting myself on a website is like putting myself up for sale or something...only to be bought by some sleazy guy who just wants to get in my pants. And on top of that, no matter how honest you are with putting a real picture of yourself, you can never be too sure that the opposite sex has done the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about it. I've thought about looking through all of my friend's friendster or facebook friends to see if there could be a potential single guy that could be just right for me to date. I've even thought of joining match.com to see if I can maybe snag myself a few dates..maybe hoping that not all the men on match.com are sleazy and horny as I think them to be. But fear becomes of me. I dare not put myself in that game because I fear of what the world may think of me..more importantly, what I may think of myself. I think it's also an issue of self esteem, that I may not be as pretty or as supermodel thin as the world would like me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the more I understand why I may always have a wall in front of me when I go out with the girls. I refuse to put myself in the game because I'm not very proud or confident of the way I look. I want to date again..but how will I do so with my cynicism, insecurities and fear of rejection?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1954049726711054274?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1954049726711054274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1954049726711054274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1954049726711054274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1954049726711054274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/09/matchcom.html' title='Match.com??'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3719919643513109316</id><published>2007-09-17T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:01:28.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This My Cry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Everything - By Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me here and speak to me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;you are the light that's leading me&lt;br /&gt;to the place where I find peace again&lt;br /&gt;you are the strength that keeps me walking&lt;br /&gt;you are the hope that keeps me trusting you are the life&lt;br /&gt;to my soul&lt;br /&gt;you are my purpose&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you calm the storms and you give me rest&lt;br /&gt;you hold me in your hands&lt;br /&gt;you won't let me fall&lt;br /&gt;you still my heart and you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;would you take me in&lt;br /&gt;take me deeper now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this&lt;br /&gt;and how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;you're all I need you're everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be any better than this&lt;br /&gt;and how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be any better than this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3719919643513109316?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3719919643513109316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3719919643513109316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3719919643513109316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3719919643513109316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-this-my-cry.html' title='Is This My Cry?'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3244657929424889198</id><published>2007-09-17T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:23:33.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Launch Of Vintageriffz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Ended up going to Elvy's studio launch after rehearsal on Friday. I can't believe it! My friend has her own recording studio now!! Congratulations to Elvy!! You can log on to &lt;a href="http://www.vintageriffz.com/"&gt;Vintageriffz &lt;/a&gt;to check it out.&lt;a href="http://www.%20vintageriffz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored with Davin's newly purchased camera because it's so 'canggih-fied' ok! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110988268337003538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3gwDlqfBI/AAAAAAAAANg/vsM0zrLkabc/s320/n570875031_1221548_8260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Potential dumb blond Carlsberg Ad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110988268337003554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3gwDlqfCI/AAAAAAAAANo/vo1wPXKRDpw/s320/n570875031_1221556_9413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Elvy has a disco ball in her studio!!! Me likey!!!! I want a disco ball too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110988272631970866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3gwTlqfDI/AAAAAAAAANw/CtAUa5AsLvQ/s320/n570875031_1221560_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's one of the many portraits Davin took of me because he was trying to figure out how to lower the flash... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110990583324376290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3i2zlqfOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/giTTzxsEYzY/s320/n570875031_1221566_934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SwenBobo and Adrian trying to look like they're chilling out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110988276926938194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3gwjlqfFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JEvQB7hFWdE/s320/n570875031_1221574_2113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Showing discontent for each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110988852452555874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3hSDlqfGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UMW6sQBwcLQ/s320/n570875031_1221580_2969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Intimate girly picture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110988852452555890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3hSDlqfHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/unE7X28Ex8o/s320/n570875031_1221582_3268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SwenBobo and Hobbit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110988852452555906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3hSDlqfII/AAAAAAAAAOY/ogruwgDECC4/s320/n570875031_1221584_3555.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me kissing Hobbit and SwenBobo tumpang-ing glamour!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110988856747523218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3hSTlqfJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/31y7orFUebI/s320/n570875031_1221585_3857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hobbit is much loved!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110989243294579874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3hozlqfKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5Prkj8uBWVA/s320/n570875031_1221586_4206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Josh M growing out of SwenBobo's back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110989243294579890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3hozlqfLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3yntcEmZI6I/s320/n570875031_1221589_5114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SwenBobo and the somewhat crazy eyed camera man, Davin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110989243294579906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3hozlqfMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vO0aj3kSSq8/s320/n570875031_1221591_5697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SwenBobo and FunkyMonkeyErin (art meets fashion)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110989247589547218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3hpDlqfNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Uvt5aRavN0s/s320/n570875031_1221599_8103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The owners of the studio : Elvy and Murali (don't know if I spelt it right)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3244657929424889198?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3244657929424889198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3244657929424889198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3244657929424889198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3244657929424889198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/09/launch-of-vintageriffz.html' title='The Launch Of Vintageriffz'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Ru3gwDlqfBI/AAAAAAAAANg/vsM0zrLkabc/s72-c/n570875031_1221548_8260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-943274121467303860</id><published>2007-09-13T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:46:26.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbaric &amp; Inhumane!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is what our country leaders are doing!!! Talk about setting good example for the world!! There is a better way of doing things and so if you feel anything at all, I urge you to please sign the petition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEMORANDUM HANDED OVER TO SELAYANG COUNCIL&lt;br /&gt;11 SEPT, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.mps.gov.my/hanjing/dog.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Selayang Municipal Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;recently launched a &lt;a href="http://cleopatrathelabrador.blogspot.com/2007/09/barbaric-dog-catching-competition.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;barbaric dog catching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where lucrative prize money( 1st Prize RM15,000; 2nd Prize RM13,000 and 3rd Prize RM11,000) is being offered to individuals or groups of individuals that can catch the most number of stray dogs every 6 months. The minimum catch to qualify for these top prizes is 150 dogs. In addition to that, the council will also pay individuals RM20 for each dog brought in on an ongoing basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal lovers from across the country have united and signed an &lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/doghunt2/petition.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ONLINE PETITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that commenced on Thurs, 6 Sept 2007. As at 9pm on Monday, 10 Sept 2007, a grand total of 1575 signatures were collected online, and this number is growing. Animal lovers within the Klang Valley also gathered at the Central Park, Bandar Utama on Sunday, 9 Sept 2007 for a peaceful protest against the dog catching competition. 585 signatures were collected on the day. This brought the total collected to 2160 signatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal rights groups, &lt;a href="http://www.spca.org.my/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SPCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, ROAR, PETPOSITIVE, MARPO etc, and a coalition of individual animal lovers gathered at the MPS this morning to hand over a Memorandum and the signatures collected from both the online petition and from the peaceful protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to note, that the YDP, Tn. Zainal Abidin Bin Azim, was conveniently on leave, although his car was parked in the porch. His Deputy, Tn Hj. Jamri bin Hasni was also missing in action. They sent a PR Officer, a Ms Helda, down to meet us. We were quite amused that there was over 20 security personnel manning the lobby of the Council, and Ms Helda was also escorted by 2 burly security personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleopatrathelabrador.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to read full story… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-943274121467303860?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/943274121467303860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=943274121467303860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/943274121467303860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/943274121467303860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/09/barbaric-inhumane.html' title='Barbaric &amp; Inhumane!!!!!!'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7960741761154101218</id><published>2007-09-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:52:34.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack In The Box Revisited</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Jack In The Box appeared in my head and so I decided to give him a call to catch up. It's funny how you can stop talking to the person for a long time and yet, when you do talk to each other, it's like you never stopped talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to just continue where we left off. It was easy and it was comfortable. And though this guy hardly knows me anymore, he still knows me. He still knows what makes me tick. He knows what makes me laugh and what makes me cry. He knows what makes Andrea who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack In The Box, thank you for sparing time and talking to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7960741761154101218?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7960741761154101218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7960741761154101218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7960741761154101218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7960741761154101218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/09/jack-in-box-revisited.html' title='Jack In The Box Revisited'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-2037910901870427699</id><published>2007-09-06T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:13:36.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Simpsonized</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="470" height="491"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/content/walkcycle/town.swf?aid=4453082"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/content/walkcycle/town.swf?aid=4453082" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="470" height="491"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/content/walkcycle/footer_us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-2037910901870427699?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/2037910901870427699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=2037910901870427699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2037910901870427699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2037910901870427699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-simpsonized.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Simpsonized'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-6862338261085261423</id><published>2007-09-05T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:43:16.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>I find myself very angry these days. I've noticed that I get annoyed by every damn thing that comes before me. I'm angry at the car in front of me because he's driving like it's Sunday. I get frustrated when my mom asks too many questions. I seem to find the little things to get me upset with people. In short, I just feel unhappy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-6862338261085261423?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/6862338261085261423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=6862338261085261423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6862338261085261423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6862338261085261423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/09/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-4325297745009176408</id><published>2007-08-21T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:08:17.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang</title><content type='html'>The family took a little vacation over the weekend to Penang to take a break and also to celebrate my dad's birthday. We did all the touristy things. I finally got a chance to go on the tram ride up Penang Hill. So ulu rite? 26 years old and I still haven't been up Penang Hill. We took a long walk in Batu Feringgi's night market and here's the best of all...we found the hotel my parents stayed at for their honeymoon!!! After 42 years, the little hotel is still there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Gurney and I have to say, for the years that I have not been there...the place is quite happening. There were a few clubs in the area and even on  a Sunday night, Penangites know how to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took my dad to this new posh hotel that just opened 6 months ago. It's called G Hotel. Very chic and expensive looking but here's the good news, it's actually not. Buffet dinner is only RM50++ and room rates for the supposed 4 or 5 star hotel is RM210 for standard room. Not too bad. Must make mental note to take a trip to Penang and stay at that hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good trip for the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4325297745009176408?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4325297745009176408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=4325297745009176408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4325297745009176408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4325297745009176408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/08/penang.html' title='Penang'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-6947812104381559794</id><published>2007-08-15T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:43:25.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi Gras vs. Zeta Bar</title><content type='html'>See...told you I'd update you. Ok, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, SexyIsabel invited me and SmallCyn to party down at Mardi Gras in 1U. It's been a while since I've done some partying :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got there and the crowd was so so. Nothing fantastic about the place and the dancers were not oozing with sex appeal as they should have been. They were forcing it big time that I felt embarrassed for them. Not to mention, too many college kids which got me feeling pretty old! It got boring and we headed to Zeta Bar instead. Now that was fantastic! The band was great and the crowd wasn't too bad either. We partied till 3am &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Penang for the family. We're celebrating Daddy's birthday there. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...going back to doing stuff with the addictive facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-6947812104381559794?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/6947812104381559794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=6947812104381559794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6947812104381559794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6947812104381559794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/08/mardi-gras-vs-zeta-bar.html' title='Mardi Gras vs. Zeta Bar'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-8818696250986352202</id><published>2007-08-15T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:36:14.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. I know it's been a long while since I sat down to write anything. I can really explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, writing used to be a lot easier when there was time on my hands and I guess also because I was always early to work. Nowadays, I reach the office at 9am and it's time to start work already. Even during my free time, there are other things to do such as getting addicted to Face Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry my dear blog, but I will update you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-8818696250986352202?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/8818696250986352202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=8818696250986352202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8818696250986352202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8818696250986352202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1876204623437135890</id><published>2007-08-08T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T09:29:42.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Voter</title><content type='html'>I finally got myself registered as an official voter for the upcoming elections! &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1876204623437135890?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1876204623437135890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1876204623437135890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1876204623437135890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1876204623437135890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/08/official-voter.html' title='Official Voter'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3718693879731447056</id><published>2007-08-03T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T08:28:37.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Supposed Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>To somehow compensate for my no life and stoning situation, I'm gonna get a DVD and help myself to the alcohol I have at home tonight. Then after that, I'll have the good rest that I want and wake up tomorrow morning for Kiara. Then the afternoon, I'll get my hair done and show it off at dinner with my ex-colleagues. I'll spend the whole of Sunday afternoon with the girls (that reminds me, can drink again!) and then go for dance class and off to celebrate my nephew's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow...damn fun la my weekend -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3718693879731447056?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3718693879731447056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3718693879731447056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3718693879731447056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3718693879731447056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-supposed-fun-weekend.html' title='My Supposed Fun Weekend'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7237993517077001232</id><published>2007-08-02T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:24:36.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Away</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't had the time to update. It's been a busy period and also a time of stoning for me. So please excuse me till I'm sanely back on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7237993517077001232?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7237993517077001232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7237993517077001232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7237993517077001232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7237993517077001232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-away.html' title='I&apos;m Away'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-6070296865972417806</id><published>2007-07-23T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:53:31.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goodbye Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Vain_ _ _....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month since the confession from both of us but yet there are times that it feels like it was only yesterday. Yes, I must admit it does hurt that things did not go the way we planned it for but I try to tell myself that it was for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately though, I've come to feel that you're avoiding me. It feels like there's always an excuse for you to hang up or refuse the offer of meeting up. I could be wrong, I could be reading too much into things but yet, I could be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, this is to tell you that I don't wanna see you in the light of someone that I have feelings for anymore because I know thats never gonna happen. But if you cannot see that, then maybe its not worth my time trying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time...while it lasted anyway. Goodbye for now. Till you realize that your frienship means more to me than a relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always try to be there for you, even if you don't see it now...that's what the pillow is for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-6070296865972417806?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/6070296865972417806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=6070296865972417806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6070296865972417806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6070296865972417806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-goodbye-letter.html' title='My Goodbye Letter'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-5027838569302526207</id><published>2007-07-23T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:01:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Post</title><content type='html'>Met up with Crystopolitan and Shukreen for dinner on Saturday. It was suppose to be a small dinner gathering of Crystopolitan's HELP friends which turned out to be only the 3 of us because Archana couldn't make it and SmallCyn was stuck in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we updated each other on our working lives (except from Crys who is still in school!!!). Shuk announced that she recently got her house and had moved in. My god...I was shocked! Damn, the girl is younger than me and already has her own place!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make mental note. "Must save money to buy my own place."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I started reading this book called "It's a Wonderful Lie : 26 truths about life in your twenties" by Emily Franklin. SexyIsabel dedicated this book to me when she reviewed it in her blog. It's a compilation of confessions by women authors and they talk about how they got through the 'Quarter Life Crisis' that I so fondly talk about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you get the chance, do have a read. This book really touches the core issues that women in their 20's face. So if we think we're the only ones going through this problem, we're not alone. It's the same story for pretty much every woman in their 20's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090267865253370066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RqRDp3ADWNI/AAAAAAAAANY/N83KCI6of48/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-5027838569302526207?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/5027838569302526207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=5027838569302526207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5027838569302526207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5027838569302526207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-post.html' title='Just a Post'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RqRDp3ADWNI/AAAAAAAAANY/N83KCI6of48/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-5811663312846047232</id><published>2007-07-21T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:47:57.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>It's a saturday and I'm sitting at a cafe in 1U having lunch and trying to look for good books to use for our agency's townhall meeting which is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The townhall meeting is basically our office gathering to make announcements, R&amp;R and birthday celebrations. During the meetings, 3 teams are suppose to present something. It can be anything from a great campaign theme or how to manage stress. It's my teams turn and we've been so busy that its slipped our mind. It only dawned on me this morning and hence, I'm trying to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really working for me...I'm like the only one here with a notebook and looking through books..I feel like a workaholic -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get out of her and go home and live like a normal person. I wonder what he's doing at this moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-5811663312846047232?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/5811663312846047232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=5811663312846047232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5811663312846047232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5811663312846047232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-8426860918052400725</id><published>2007-07-20T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:43:45.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Waiting for Friday ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089226993101706434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RqCQ_IEoFMI/AAAAAAAAANI/DcX2qtSMNIA/s320/ShowLetter+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here it comes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089226993101706450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RqCQ_IEoFNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eyriZhWvHjY/s320/ShowLetter+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-8426860918052400725?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/8426860918052400725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=8426860918052400725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8426860918052400725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8426860918052400725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!!'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RqCQ_IEoFMI/AAAAAAAAANI/DcX2qtSMNIA/s72-c/ShowLetter+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7330902339131328447</id><published>2007-07-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:39:47.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Name Stands For</title><content type='html'>Got this from FunkyMonkeyErin's &lt;a href="http://funkymonkeyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Let's see what I get out of my name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : You like to drink&lt;br /&gt;N : You like to drink&lt;br /&gt;D : You like to drink&lt;br /&gt;R : You like people&lt;br /&gt;E : Damn good kisser&lt;br /&gt;A : You like to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C : You are really silly&lt;br /&gt;H : You have a very good personality and looks&lt;br /&gt;O : Awesome kisser&lt;br /&gt;N : You like to drink&lt;br /&gt;G : You never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W : You are very broad minded&lt;br /&gt;A : You like to drink&lt;br /&gt;I : You are great in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L : Everyone loves you&lt;br /&gt;I : You are great in bed&lt;br /&gt;N : You like to drink&lt;br /&gt;G : You never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...I get it...I like to drink -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what each alphabet stand for:&lt;br /&gt;A : You Like To Drink.&lt;br /&gt;B : You like people.&lt;br /&gt;C : You are really silly.&lt;br /&gt;D : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;E : Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;F : You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;G : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H : You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I : You Are Great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;J : People Adore you.&lt;br /&gt;K : You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;L : Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;M : best kisser ever.&lt;br /&gt;N : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;O : awesome kisser.&lt;br /&gt;P : You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q : You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R : You like people.&lt;br /&gt;S : Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T : You're loyal to those who love you.&lt;br /&gt;U : You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V : You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W : You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y : Best g/f b/f anyone could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z : Always ready&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7330902339131328447?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7330902339131328447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7330902339131328447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7330902339131328447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7330902339131328447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-my-name-stands-for.html' title='What My Name Stands For'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3177790503394086402</id><published>2007-07-16T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:55:47.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dove Self-Esteem Fund</title><content type='html'>My agency (another country) came up with this ad which I must say is an awesome ad. Just imagine that there was no budget allocated for this campaign but the number of views generated was enough to start a campaign the next round. Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rSjh52fGTg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rSjh52fGTg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3177790503394086402?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3177790503394086402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3177790503394086402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3177790503394086402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3177790503394086402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/07/dove-self-esteem-fund.html' title='Dove Self-Esteem Fund'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-4977440463495281203</id><published>2007-07-11T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:38:37.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt, Anger &amp; Suicide</title><content type='html'>The card on the gift to him read "You have become an important part of my life and I'm thankful for you. I've come to believe that there are some things in life we must take risks. I'm still here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sms was this : "Thank you for being so thoughtful. I'm really not the type of guy you should be waiting for. Nite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried and I couldn't stop crying. It was bad enough I mixed wine with cough mixture. It pained me that the one thing I thought I could have, I now have to give it away. The more I thought about it, the more it angered me! It seemed like I was the only one disturbed by the whole situation. It seemed like after the confession 3 weeks ago, I'm the only one still hanging on to it because I'm hoping. While he on the other hand, seems to have forgotten about it altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it not mean anything to tell me how you felt about me? Did it not mean anything to you when you said liked me? Did I not mean anything to you at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems my punishment is to not have the thing that makes me happy...then why do I even bother to be here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to push you away just like the rest...Excuse me while I go dry my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you SwenBobo for showing me you cared...for the rest who think I need to move on...stay away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4977440463495281203?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4977440463495281203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=4977440463495281203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4977440463495281203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4977440463495281203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/07/hurt-anger-suicide.html' title='Hurt, Anger &amp; Suicide'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3890999541170161100</id><published>2007-07-03T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:34:30.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BkManUxT0ZY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BkManUxT0ZY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3890999541170161100?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3890999541170161100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3890999541170161100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3890999541170161100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3890999541170161100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-8031795919095259763</id><published>2007-07-02T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:08:30.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week Of Emotions</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (Sunday, 1 July) marked 1 week since the confession and it has been a whirlwind of emotions for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Monday avoiding the topic altogether, I guess each hoping that we'd forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday, he accompanied me after a long day at work to run some errands. We ended up at his place eating my dinner and his supper. The talk we had ended with me breaking down in front of him a few times and he near to tears. Not an outcome either of us wanted but maybe it's for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I ended up at his place again just to chill and watch tv. We talked a bit more about us but it was still best decided that we stay friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a mere few minutes over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday &amp; Saturday, no sound from both parties. Sunday, we talked as old friends do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that it seems the guy always has it easy? It always seems easier for them to move forward and yet for us ladies, the thought of letting go of something we think is good is so damn hard. Why do I feel that we're so near yet so far?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-8031795919095259763?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/8031795919095259763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=8031795919095259763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8031795919095259763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8031795919095259763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/07/week-of-emotions.html' title='The Week Of Emotions'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-2245076491709659907</id><published>2007-06-27T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T13:23:32.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I can't do this...I just can't...I broke down again after talking to you...even if it was just to ask you if your dinner invitation still stands...I just can't do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-2245076491709659907?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/2245076491709659907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=2245076491709659907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2245076491709659907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2245076491709659907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/06/confession_27.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-2178604929218386289</id><published>2007-06-26T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:21:14.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter</title><content type='html'>Babe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this because writing is what I do best. Writing is my way of expressing myself. Yes, I can speak the words and you know it, but yet, writing is somewhat dear to me and nearer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I found you in my high state of mind thanks to that bottle of wine. More importantly, I am glad you opened your heart to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess (yes, you know I like the word), that a part of me does not believe that all this happened and cannot make myself believe that you meant what you said. I know you assured me you meant every word but yet, I question it. I question it because I've been hurt before, I've been down that road and I don't wanna go back there. You said it twice before that you had never thought of us. So why is it that now you're telling me you have? Which do I believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep that night. I tossed and turned in troubled sleep and everytime I woke up, the thought that came to me just before I opened my eyes was "I don't wanna hurt you". My insides were in knots the whole day thinking about you. I had so much of work to do and yet, with every spare time I had, thoughts of you crept into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much for someone to tell me what to do, but I know they can't. They cannot decide the future for me. Only you can..only you can tell me where you see us going. I know you think this won't work because you don't wanna hurt me and you don't wanna lose the friend you have in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that person you hurt and you're not the same person you were before (or so I think). How can you brush the thought aside when we haven't even given it a try? How can you brush me aside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose you but every inch of my heart tells me I am. Only you can change that...only you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andy Pandy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-2178604929218386289?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/2178604929218386289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=2178604929218386289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2178604929218386289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2178604929218386289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3064066939434012328</id><published>2007-06-18T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T08:32:19.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I've held on to what I've felt for a while now but thank God for our miscommunication or I would never have told you how I really felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting you to answer the way I wanted you to answer me but yet, I must admit, there was a tiny hope in me that you would feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that you don't but I'm relieved that I still have you. I've warned you that I might push you away and I'm thankful to hear you say that you won't let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day...just maybe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3064066939434012328?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3064066939434012328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3064066939434012328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3064066939434012328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3064066939434012328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/06/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-2273745907559349088</id><published>2007-06-14T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:59:23.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures of HELP reunion taken last week at Passion. I'm too lazy to write anything. Pictures will do la...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075788884654993522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTGRC8sHI/AAAAAAAAALo/TFp-6etU8TM/s320/DSC04935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Faroze, Cooper, Wan Cham aka Wayne &amp; Geraldine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076088497278595362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnHjmBC8sSI/AAAAAAAAANA/qfcaWmDzBno/s320/DSC04934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adrian, SmallCyn &amp; Steven (I used to have a crush on him..hehe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075788880360026194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTGBC8sFI/AAAAAAAAALY/WgzfSBNz3iI/s320/DSC04933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Geraldine &amp; Faroze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075788876065058882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTFxC8sEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zBsGQwITCc8/s320/DSC04932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;JosiePosie, Wayne &amp; Cooper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075789155237933234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTWBC8sLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lM5TVk6BmDk/s320/DSC04948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Steven &amp; SmallCyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075789150942965922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTVxC8sKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gbB3onPSR0o/s320/DSC04947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Geraldine &amp; Cooper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075789494540349714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTpxC8sRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_IkipuNAn-E/s320/DSC04968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Adrian, SmallCyn &amp; JosiePosie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075789150942965906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTVxC8sJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/HItVUV9VpNk/s320/DSC04946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me &amp; Faroze ( I don't know what I was laughing and Faroze is a poser!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075789146647998594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTVhC8sII/AAAAAAAAALw/3e3Li4MeLTU/s320/DSC04937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I must have said something funny..either that or Steven is another poser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075789387166167298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTjhC8sQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oN69iTF7oJc/s320/DSC04966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adrian &amp; SmallCyn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075789387166167282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTjhC8sPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1U7r-hW_7io/s320/DSC04963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Steven, JosiePosie, SexyIsabel &amp; Daniel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075789382871199970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTjRC8sOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/85ZjAp6PbLo/s320/DSC04962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;JosiePosie, SmallCyn &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075789378576232642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTjBC8sMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RuxLzT9Ccc4/s320/DSC04956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cooper, JosiePosie, Geraldine &amp; Faroze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075789382871199954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTjRC8sNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SIROjaVVSQw/s320/DSC04961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SmallCyn &amp;amp; Wayne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-2273745907559349088?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/2273745907559349088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=2273745907559349088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2273745907559349088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2273745907559349088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/06/help-reunion.html' title='HELP Reunion'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RnDTGRC8sHI/AAAAAAAAALo/TFp-6etU8TM/s72-c/DSC04935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-6093746401993709891</id><published>2007-06-11T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:31:29.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DannyBoy</title><content type='html'>The weekend saw a good friend get married. Our dear DannyBoy finally got hitched. It's sad he's no longer single but we're happy you found someone who loves you. CONGRATS DannyBoy!!&lt;br /&gt;Next step : children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the amount of wine I drank and I ended up at home sober. At our table, we were singing to all the love songs and it really seemed like we were betul betul not ok...hehe...Thanks to JoeD'Moe and Sara...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the weekend went by quickly and its back to work. It has been a boring day so far. There's a lot to learn but I haven't gotten down to it and the best part is, I know neither head or tail to most of the jobs. Just kill me now la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-6093746401993709891?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/6093746401993709891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=6093746401993709891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6093746401993709891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6093746401993709891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/06/dannyboy.html' title='DannyBoy'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1110933106288243673</id><published>2007-06-08T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:40:58.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Karma</title><content type='html'>I think I need to read up on my astrology sign. I've been suffering bad karma the last few days and it is so not funny anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was the nightmare before work. Then yesterday, just as I was entering the parking lot, my glove compartment decides to jam on me and I couldn't open it. Had to take a ticket and then spend 20 minutes in the damn parking lot trying to open the compartment...which failed to open in the end. Now, the compartment is a bit lopsided thanks to my pulling and pulling. Did I also mention that the stupid thing cut my finger so bad that the cut looks a bit green now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today...this stupid idiot of a man driving in Bangsar, has no idea how to drive he nearly caused an accident between me, him and another car. That was really scary because I was on the lane nearest to oncoming traffic. That literally gave me jelly legs wei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, went to Passion for Carlsberg's get-together party and it was reunion for us HELP students. It wasn't too bad...it was a good catch up with booze involved...will post pictures when I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1110933106288243673?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1110933106288243673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1110933106288243673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1110933106288243673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1110933106288243673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/06/bad-karma.html' title='Bad Karma'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-773390114572711847</id><published>2007-06-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:11:43.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>I have been anxious about my first day since I got the news that I got the job. I don't know why but feelings of anxiety have been tuggingg at my heart. It's most likely the thought of having to learn new systems, new work, new clients and making new friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I spent about 2 hours on the phone with VainChoonYow, just talking and telling him how I felt. And he spent the hours helping me get over my anxiety. Thank you my darling friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't sleep last night so I had to take a little cough mixture just to get me drowsy and to get me to bed. Then the joke happens...I had a nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dream, I woke up for work and went straight back to the old office and no one said anything about it. It was like as if I was suppose to be there. The half way through the day when it was almost ending, I realized that I reported to the wrong office and I kept asking everyone to help me but no one seemed to be able to. I kept asking for help till I woke up with a start. My heart was actually pounding ok...damn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I was taken to a meeting with the client and then lunch with another client and a whole lot of meeting people. Too overwhelming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the coolest thing ever, for all new staff, they're given a welcome kit and this welcome kit is actually a tool box...the idea is so cool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073123045699006514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RmdaiBC8sDI/AAAAAAAAALI/uIx9I1YJF3o/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073123041404039202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RmdahxC8sCI/AAAAAAAAALA/pDhP1k3Kcbo/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073123037109071890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RmdahhC8sBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5rlRBIsBBh0/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-773390114572711847?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/773390114572711847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=773390114572711847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/773390114572711847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/773390114572711847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RmdaiBC8sDI/AAAAAAAAALI/uIx9I1YJF3o/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1239740508245208707</id><published>2007-06-03T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:36:22.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from Ipoh. I wasn't looking forward to the trip but I'm glad I went. I had forgotten how these trips are fun. They're tiring but they're sure as hell fun.&lt;br /&gt;Being with the group again brought back fond memories of the days when we were younger and we travelled more frequently to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1239740508245208707?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1239740508245208707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1239740508245208707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1239740508245208707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1239740508245208707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-got-back-from-ipoh.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-4663210081741330457</id><published>2007-05-28T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:12:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, SmallCyn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4663210081741330457?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4663210081741330457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=4663210081741330457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4663210081741330457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4663210081741330457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-baby.html' title='May Baby'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-2402481051870677332</id><published>2007-05-28T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:05:51.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="40" style="background-color:EE0055; border:black 1px solid; padding:3px;" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=135773"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" color="white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which ''Heroes'' TV Character are YOU? [pics]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="background-color:white; border-left:black 1px solid ; border-right:black 1px solid ; padding:5px; " colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" height="30" /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=135773"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz28/135773/135773_res6_claire.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claire Bennet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Claire!!!  Life is constantly changing, but you are trying to be the best person you can be under the circumstances.  You try to save people while saving yourselves.  Try to slow down a little bit and save yourself before helping people, or you'll just break down.  You don't care what people think, and lately you've been choosing your friends for their loyalty and personalities.  Good for you.  You have the power of HEALING.  You defy death and heal from any injury on a regular basis.  That's a pretty cool power so use it wisely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:white; border-left:black 1px solid ; border-bottom:black 1px solid ; padding:5px; " width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=135773"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" style="background-color:white; border-right:black 1px solid ; border-bottom:black 1px solid ; padding:5px; " width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-2402481051870677332?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/2402481051870677332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=2402481051870677332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2402481051870677332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2402481051870677332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/which-heroes-tv-character-are-you-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7969168364297510577</id><published>2007-05-28T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:48:06.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;From Monday, I was hearing "meowing" sounds coming from somewhere but tried looking at the park and I couldn't find anything. On Thursday, I heard it again and it sounded like it was coming from the drain. I check our drain, and there they were, 2 really cute kittens looking right back at me. The SPCA in me took over, and tried to get them out of the drain before it rained. We only managed to get one out. The other ran and hid but my dad got her out the next day. The poor babies were in the drain for the longest time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking for people to give them away to but in the end, we met this auntie at SPCA and she took both of them home. YAY!! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlouoVK8O4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZK6vYBeZJq4/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069416189382114210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlovKlK8O6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/JhuIItP4pjw/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069416193677081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlovK1K8O7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/GFgkJb_XeDc/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069416193677081538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlovK1K8O8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/OGvSE1fhJxM/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, went to show face at PC.com's event seeing as its my last for now. SmallCyn and Ed joined me and so we have free dinner and drinks before moving on to the party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We moved to No Black Tie. It's got a really great ambience. I love the setting!! So cozy and romantic just like what a Jazz Bar should look like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was Tribute to James Brown night. It was good music but the sound system was a little too loud for the small confines of the place. Didn't take many pictures because it was too dark to do so. But because SmallCyn and I had so much time on our hands, due to the fact that some people reserved a table for us at 9pm and the bloody show only started at 10.30pm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What else to do? Jadi poser la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069417675440798674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlowhFK8O9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/W7yfJlYNr8s/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The birthday girl looking ravishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069417675440798690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlowhFK8O-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q6xFbhTq8mI/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We had so much time that Ed started checking his mail. You can't tell but Ed is actually posing trying to look busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069417679735766002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlowhVK8O_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/knGzXD8YNlg/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My attempt at artistic photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday morning was medical checkup and then NeighbourlyLeeLian successfully coaxed me into going for mani pedi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you must know, I'm a mani pedi virgin. I'm one of those who usually laughs at the women who get their nails done. But that day, I was the one being looked at through the windows like a specimen of an experiment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honestly, it felt really nice getting a manicure done. For once, my nails actually look pretty. VainChoonYow found out and thought NeighbourlyLeeLian and I were turning into vain pots. But no, not as vain as you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069420480054443010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlozEVK8PAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-7EtNFefUmE/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069420488644377618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlozE1K8PBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/S0247pE6kbk/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069420488644377634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlozE1K8PCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z8iZ0_ZGABI/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7969168364297510577?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7969168364297510577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7969168364297510577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7969168364297510577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7969168364297510577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RlovKlK8O6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/JhuIItP4pjw/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-4257496550475505336</id><published>2007-05-25T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:43:07.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last days</title><content type='html'>Had dinner last night with my future direct boss. She's pretty nice outside of work. Hopefully she's just as bubbly at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend. Going for my last media event before I move on. Kinda makes me sad that I won't be attending so many of these events and I won't even be getting the free magazines that I get every month. BOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last days have been somewhat exctiting and sad. There will be things about the office that I will miss but there are also things that I won't miss, especially the people that are stabbing people's backs just to be the boss' pet. My official goodbye email is ready to be sent. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, it's on to No Black Tie for some jazz with SmallCyn and the rest to celebrate her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend y'all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4257496550475505336?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4257496550475505336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=4257496550475505336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4257496550475505336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4257496550475505336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-days.html' title='Last days'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3391204536103742488</id><published>2007-05-17T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:57:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defence Mechanisms</title><content type='html'>I recently met this guy, let's call him KH (his initials). I was minding my own business doing my work when i got a request from yahoo messenger. Not thinking, I added the guy. He introduced himself and I got to know that he's actually a friend of SexyIsabel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to talking and getting to know each other...sort of. Long story. He being the one who wanted to make friends, and me being asian and very aware, my defences and the invisible wall were up. I don't know what happen, maybe a part of me softened but my wall came down and he stepped into my confort zone and now we're playing the tug of war of going out to meet. According to SexyIsabel, I've met him but thing is, I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested to meet up but yet, the part of me that has been hurt by acquaintances like these is keeping me from stepping forward. Yes, I had a bad experience with getting to know a guy before meeting him. He acted so much like a boyfriend and then we met, that was the last time I heard from him. Long story short, I wasn't what he expected (skinny, pretty chinese girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to KH. Well, KH wants to meet up and I'm trying to delay as long as possible because&lt;br /&gt;of my past. And so it has been a tug of war between me and him for the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conversation with him just now left me sore. He said, "you push and you pull. It's a no wonder you don't have a boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch -_-&lt;br /&gt;He hit the spot where it hurts most but I realize he's right. I have the tendency to do that often when I feel that I'm getting too close to a guy. This tendency is becoming a habit. A habit that has become a defence mechanism so that I don't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I've done this to a few guys. I've pulled and then pushed when I realized that I was going to get hurt. He's right whether I like it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like a certain someone now and I think I'm doing the same thing but not on a conscious level because on the outside, we're really good friends. If only I could just pull him in and keep him in....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3391204536103742488?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3391204536103742488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3391204536103742488&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3391204536103742488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3391204536103742488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/defence-mechanisms.html' title='Defence Mechanisms'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3415687044845265988</id><published>2007-05-16T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:15:02.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>The Nokia 6300 won! I bought it on Friday when I went with NeighbourlyLeeLian to take Saurabh out to the town. And when I say town, I mean we ended up at Low Yat shopping for my phone. Of course we rewarded Saurabh for being patient by taking him the Devi's Corner in Bangsar for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone is really great and thank goodness I didn't buy the W880i because I saw it live and the keypad is really really tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 11 more days to go before I m0ve on in the advertising industry. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a another note, I have a question. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it possible for someone to fall in love and yet not feel all tingly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3415687044845265988?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3415687044845265988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3415687044845265988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3415687044845265988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3415687044845265988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/phone-love.html' title='Phone &amp; Love'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-267777101626754792</id><published>2007-05-11T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:18:02.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>I found another phone that I'm willing to look at other than Sony Ericsson's W880i and the Dopod.&lt;br /&gt;Ok..Dopod is out of the question. It's way too fat and won't fit into my clutch bags so I ain't getting something thats not gonna be Andrea friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the comparison between the Nokia 6300 and Sony Ericsson's W880i. I've actually pretty much made up my mind because I did a small phone evaluation with SmallCyn on msn just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6300 and W880i have pretty much the same features: slim, mp3 player, 2megapixel camera etc. The only thing that 6300 doesn't have that W880i has is 3G connection but it's not like I use 3G anyway. The 6300 has a 2 megapixel camera with 8x digital zoom, the W880i only has 2.5x digital zoom..so sad..The other thing I like about Nokia is that they always provide suitably sized keypads...unfortunately, W880i has really a really tiny keypad. And plus point for 6300 is that it comes with a nice casing...very nice..and in terms of price, Nokia is cheaper by a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...I give in...I'm buying the Nokia...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063229800529483746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RkQ0rWy7V-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/E2xbwhB7owY/s320/b001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-267777101626754792?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/267777101626754792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=267777101626754792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/267777101626754792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/267777101626754792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-phone-part-2.html' title='New Phone (Part 2)'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RkQ0rWy7V-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/E2xbwhB7owY/s72-c/b001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-9197598809909044550</id><published>2007-05-09T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:21:16.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATED!!!</title><content type='html'>I cried too soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'M PISSED! I'M ANGRY! I'M FRUSTRATED! I'M ANNOYED! I'M IN DILEMMA! I WANNA CRY ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company is making it hard for me to leave earlier!!!! The new company needs me to come in&lt;br /&gt;as soon as possible because they want to do a proper handover or else I'll be a lost sheep when I go in. If I cannot go in at the time they want me to, they will have to look for someone else and I will lose the job. What is worse is that I will lose that job and I will be jobless because I've already resigned for this fucking company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST LET ME GO ALREADY!!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-9197598809909044550?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/9197598809909044550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=9197598809909044550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/9197598809909044550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/9197598809909044550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/frustrated.html' title='FRUSTRATED!!!'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-5281610376765606668</id><published>2007-05-08T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:32:30.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories (continued)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Random pictures from the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SexyIsabel's Birthday (2003)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062147533195401090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RkBcXGy7V4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pT0TJ8Q1vPE/s320/Isabel,Drea,Cyn,Steph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062147387166513010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RkBcOmy7V3I/AAAAAAAAAII/62NNYmALEI8/s320/Cyn,+Isabel,+Drea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary's First Homecoming (2004)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062012692697143042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj_huWy7VwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-FCgFtRIYBk/s320/DSCN2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062012688402175714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj_huGy7VuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7XR3cxHiJl0/s320/DSCN2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062013809388640082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj_ivWy7V1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pOdBjlHm3Xc/s320/DSCN2098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062019117968217954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj_nkWy7V2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/_7j0URkEMpg/s320/DSCN2100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hobbit &amp; I at GurlWithCurlz's Farewell (2005)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062012911740475154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj_h7Gy7VxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/L6_hrR9mUBs/s320/18870850118265l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SmallCyn's Birthday (Cynna, 2006)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062150561147344850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RkBfHWy7V9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TVKQJSlpREc/s320/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Birthday (Cynna, 2006)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062148611232192418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RkBdV2y7V6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vxDdyaKXPxY/s320/IMG_0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YeeLing's Wedding (2006)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062012916035442498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj_h7Wy7V0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/9T43TvJymYw/s320/899332799l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062012911740475186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj_h7Gy7VzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SbQy_XSHo6c/s320/174721690l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SwenBobo's Birthday (2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062012911740475170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj_h7Gy7VyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JAwji6fp8DE/s320/198360824l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Cynna Bar (2 months ago)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062150131650615234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RkBeuWy7V8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/3KvMuDh10oc/s320/DSC00371-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I miss good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-5281610376765606668?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/5281610376765606668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=5281610376765606668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5281610376765606668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5281610376765606668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/memories-in-my-head.html' title='Memories (continued)'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RkBcXGy7V4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pT0TJ8Q1vPE/s72-c/Isabel,Drea,Cyn,Steph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-2140109819642037172</id><published>2007-05-07T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T12:43:03.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers To NeighbourlyLeeLian</title><content type='html'>Went to Hard Rock on Friday to celebrate NeighbourlyLeeLian's birthday. A cozy group of 4 at one of their booths...perfecto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to eat and then stay on for the band performance as requested by VainChoonYow. We stayed for 2 sets just for him...WAH!!..looks more like he was the b'day boy!! The band was ok only...with a name like Siluet...uhuh...Anyway, we had a good time and some candid shots of NeighbourlyLeeLian gleeming at her ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061668073111246498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj6oS2y7VqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ieWNc3oirTk/s320/DSC00047-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061671096768222914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj6rC2y7VsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7r6aQ2nEqAE/s320/DSC00048-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061665027979433602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj6lhmy7VoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wf8vagEHOrY/s320/DSC00049-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061665977167206034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj6mY2y7VpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/axQGNg2tNJA/s320/DSC00050-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061671938581812946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj6rz2y7VtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Kaf8NmSMQ0c/s320/DSC00051-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-2140109819642037172?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/2140109819642037172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=2140109819642037172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2140109819642037172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2140109819642037172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/cheers-to-neighbourlyleelian.html' title='Cheers To NeighbourlyLeeLian'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rj6oS2y7VqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ieWNc3oirTk/s72-c/DSC00047-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1013918654793618276</id><published>2007-05-05T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T14:58:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had that experience where you're really comfortable with the person as a friend and you know deep down you will never be anything more than friends. But yet, as you two continue to mind your own business and get to know each other better and grow together as friends, you cannot help but see that the friendship lines are becoming blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can talk to this person for the longest time and yet it only seems like a few minutes. They are comfortable enough to put their arm around you, to rub your back as a sign of affection. You're able to laugh with them and yet share your inner thoughts and dreams with them. When they look at you, you see the affection in their eyes. They hold your hand to walk through a crowded place. They help you to settle your hair while you're trying to do it yourself. The both of you can be talking to one person at the same time but yet look at each other instead of that person you're talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with the situation? How do you make sure that the friendship stays comfortable but yet doesn't cross over the lines of a romantic relationship? You don't want to be each other substitute partner. How do you avoid it but not make it so obvious you're trying to? How do continue to play the game without allowing yourself to fall in love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1013918654793618276?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1013918654793618276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1013918654793618276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1013918654793618276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1013918654793618276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/questions.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-2319821965452523155</id><published>2007-05-04T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:48:40.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish</title><content type='html'>My Wish by Rascall Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJxZuIZTV68"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJxZuIZTV68" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,&lt;br /&gt;And each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;br /&gt;And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,&lt;br /&gt;If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;br /&gt;All the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;br /&gt;And you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;br /&gt;And you always give more than you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wish&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams stay big&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-2319821965452523155?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/2319821965452523155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=2319821965452523155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2319821965452523155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/2319821965452523155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-wish.html' title='My Wish'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7629993354111985441</id><published>2007-05-03T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:18:48.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...I've been eyeing the Sony Ericsson W880i for a while now. I just love it! The price is a little steep but I love, love, love it!!!! The silver one looks so chic!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060240447456892482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RjmV4Gy7VkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7TkGusbbpJA/s320/W880_front_Steel_Silver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060242934242956882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RjmYI2y7VlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jYc_HgUlT8w/s320/black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was showing FunkyMonkeyErin the phone the other day, she happen to see that Dopod PDA phone going for the same price. Alamak!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dilemma!!! I've always wanted a PDA phone because of the fact that its useful and I won't need to carry a diary around. My one problem with the PDA phone is that it's bulky and its heavy. The Dopod weighs 150g. The W880i on the other hand only weighs 10g! Crap!!!! There are more features to talk about la but then I would really sound geeky... :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How now? Can you help me decide by giving me your opinion please :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7629993354111985441?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7629993354111985441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7629993354111985441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7629993354111985441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7629993354111985441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-phone.html' title='New Phone'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RjmV4Gy7VkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7TkGusbbpJA/s72-c/W880_front_Steel_Silver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-6480350332479520127</id><published>2007-05-03T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:24:56.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>After much anxiety and waiting ....I GOT IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SmallCyn actually knew about it on Monday already but she didn't wanna tell me coz she didn't&lt;br /&gt;wanna ruin my surprise!&lt;br /&gt;How does Cyn know? She knows the HR person...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out to drink tonight with some ex-colleagues and then tomorrow its NeighbourlyLeeLian's early b'day dinner. I've promised to drink with Choon Yow to celebrate my switch. And if I happen to hop over to Poppy's on Saturday to party with SexyIsabel, that'll mean I would be drinking for 3 days straight...DIE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-6480350332479520127?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/6480350332479520127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=6480350332479520127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6480350332479520127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/6480350332479520127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1801859858214559803</id><published>2007-04-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T13:31:36.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd Call</title><content type='html'>I got called for the 2nd one!!! My 'you-know-what' is tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;So much for planning to go to Kiara -_-&lt;br /&gt;But ok, this is more important!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1801859858214559803?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1801859858214559803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1801859858214559803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1801859858214559803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1801859858214559803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/2nd-call.html' title='The 2nd Call'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-8124228753024418642</id><published>2007-04-26T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:05:45.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was suppose to blog this yesterday but it was a frantic day so the chance to blog never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get this off my chest. Yesterday was the day that proved that drivers of Malaysian Public Transportation are MAJOR ASSHOLES! On top of that, it also proved that there are some men drivers out there that are not fit to be called men simply because they will not give in to a woman on the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I went for my 'you know what' yesterday. I hope I get called for the 2nd one. *Fingers crossed!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-8124228753024418642?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/8124228753024418642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=8124228753024418642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8124228753024418642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/8124228753024418642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-suppose-to-blog-this-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7268407986547363919</id><published>2007-04-24T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:58:49.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#4A024C" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#4A024C&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7ABFFADA.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_276D3B22.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_045A8238.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1BCD47AD.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5DD0E519.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_658383D5.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=TOUCHY FEELY&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=250513-e66f&amp;srv=iwebhd5" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=250513-e66f&amp;srv=iwebhd5" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7268407986547363919?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7268407986547363919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7268407986547363919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7268407986547363919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7268407986547363919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-5649391593440792445</id><published>2007-04-24T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:09:50.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Stay Or Not To Stay</title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter whether my pay has been increased in order to encourage me to stay. I'm already not happy and so it doesn't make a difference. The only difference this increment is giving me is that I will have slightly more to use to cover my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...such is life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-5649391593440792445?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/5649391593440792445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=5649391593440792445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5649391593440792445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5649391593440792445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-stay-or-not-to-stay.html' title='To Stay Or Not To Stay'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-5564827290807753612</id><published>2007-04-23T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T08:33:55.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krumping (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Krumping as defined by Wikipedia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What is Krump?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom Radically Uplifted Mighty Praise (K.R.U.M.P) is a dance style with Christian roots. It is also referred to as getting buck or amped, and is a highly volatile, expressive and versatile dance form. It is constantly evolving and krumping is now a structured form of dance; with a variety of styles. It began as a positive release of aggression and anger and a &lt;a title="Nonviolence" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonviolence"&gt;nonviolent&lt;/a&gt; alternative to the street violence that is widespread in many of the areas where it is performed. Since then a movie has been released called &lt;a title="Rize (2005 film)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rize_(2005_film)"&gt;Rize&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a title="Lions Gate Films" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lions_Gate_Films"&gt;Lions Gate Films&lt;/a&gt; directed by &lt;a title="David LaChapelle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_LaChapelle"&gt;David LaChapelle&lt;/a&gt;, which depicts the street dance from clowning to krumping. This has given Krump plenty of exposure and since then it has risen in popularity in the hip hop dance community.&lt;br /&gt;Krumping usually involves physical contact between dancers, which can often look like a fight to outsiders, and in few cases can develop into a fight, or include violent physical contact. However, the participants understand this to be part of the dance and neither condone nor advocate assault and/or violence. In this respect, there is a certain parallel with the &lt;a title="Mosh pit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mosh_pit"&gt;mosh pit&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="Punk rock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punk_rock"&gt;punk rock&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Styles" name="Styles"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Styles&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various styles of krumping include:&lt;br /&gt;Goofy: Pioneered by the krump practitioner "Goofy" himself. It is the least aggressive of the krump styles, usually funny and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;Rugged: containing less tricks; more of a pure essence.&lt;br /&gt;Beasty: Aggressive, beast-like and powerful. It is similar to bully but more animalistic.&lt;br /&gt;Grimey: Dirty, mistrating and "wrong".&lt;br /&gt;Flashy: Using a lot of foot movement and quick sharp, precise and showy moves.&lt;br /&gt;Cocky: Stuck up and conceited.&lt;br /&gt;Jerky Using motions that are not smooth and flowing but still artistic.&lt;br /&gt;Bully : Aggressive and powerful&lt;br /&gt;Tricks: Using a combination of moves&lt;br /&gt;Fast: Quick, fast and energetic movements&lt;br /&gt;Technical: a mix of flashy and smooth. Its more of a crowd pleasing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Organization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Krumping has developed into a structured and organized society. The dancers are grouped into groups known as "families" or "fams," these structures being reminiscent of &lt;a title="B-boy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B-boy"&gt;B-boy&lt;/a&gt; breakdancing crews or (some have argued) &lt;a title="Vogue (dance)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vogue_(dance)"&gt;Voguing&lt;/a&gt; Houses. Each of the families are organized around a Krump dancer known as the "big homie," who serves as both a dance instructor and a spiritual mentor of sorts. Families such as the Filipino Rice Track, Eyes, Remnant, Hall of Fame, and others, are organized with hierarchies that defer in battle or representation to a more expert or respected Krump dancer. The big Homies take "Lil' Homies", or younger, less experienced and/or beginner practitioners of Krump under their wing, allowing them to learn from them, and represent them in battle. Both titles are terms of respect. These sort of relationships may be interpreted as mentor/apprentice arrangements, similar to those in the &lt;a title="Middle Ages" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_Ages"&gt;Middle Ages&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Renaissance" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renaissance"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/a&gt; arts periods. However, they are more of a surrogate sibling arrangement. These relationships serve a necessary purpose, not only in the absorption and learning of the art and its technique, but also in providing an unfortunately all-too-rare positive image and example for these Lil' Homies. This social dynamic also has more modern parallels in its contemporary, &lt;a title="B-boy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B-boy"&gt;b-boying&lt;/a&gt; (more commonly known as breakdancing), which is a more developed and older facet of &lt;a title="Hip hop culture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_hop_culture"&gt;hip-hop&lt;/a&gt; culture and the black dance movement, and more loosely so in the culture of &lt;a title="Graffiti" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graffiti"&gt;graffiti&lt;/a&gt; or "writing" as it is more correctly referred to.&lt;br /&gt;The lil homies take on the name of their big homie. For instance, dancing under Tight Eyes is Junior Eyes, Baby Eyes, Soldier Eyes, Young Eyes, etc. Although a general hierarchy exists in terms of how the names are given out (for instance, the title "twin" goes to the dancer on par with his or her big homie's abilities) this is really up to the discretion of the Big Homey. Some will move all their dancers up by rank at once, or others will simply replace one "junior" with another if the first one leaves the family or loses the name in a battle.&lt;br /&gt;A competition structure has developed as dancers vie for status and respect in the Krump elite and this phase of the Black dance community at large. Contests like the original &lt;a class="external text" title="http://www.tommytheclown.com" href="http://www.tommytheclown.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Tommy the Clown's Battle Zone&lt;/a&gt; are often organised to create viable venues for establishing a structured and defendable system of competition and recognition. Contests within the world of Krumping are also called "battles" (as they are in &lt;a title="B-boy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B-boy"&gt;b-boying&lt;/a&gt;) and they are held at various events such as the Cages and Arenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Clowning_vs._Krumping" name="Clowning_vs._Krumping"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-5564827290807753612?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/5564827290807753612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=5564827290807753612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5564827290807753612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/5564827290807753612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/krumping-part-2.html' title='Krumping (Part 2)'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-4592870800558855801</id><published>2007-04-23T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:41:24.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krumping</title><content type='html'>We learnt Krumping yesterday and I totally loved it! Now, if only I could krump away my worries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the video sample of Krumping in Missy Elliot's I'm Really Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYM6I1uEl98"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYM6I1uEl98" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4592870800558855801?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4592870800558855801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>I think I must learn to accept that I may be single for the rest of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7628172288723224624?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7628172288723224624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7628172288723224624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7628172288723224624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7628172288723224624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/untitled.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-5341275500482711083</id><published>2007-04-18T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:03:40.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/StvIsjHX0ww"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/StvIsjHX0ww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8352634.post-8185944985647124373</id><published>2007-04-18T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:31:13.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Secret Garden" by Bruce Springsteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her house&lt;br /&gt;If you come knockin' late at night&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her mouth if the&lt;br /&gt;Words you say are right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pay the price&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But there's a secret garden she hides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her car&lt;br /&gt;To go drivin' round&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you into the parts of herself&lt;br /&gt;That'll bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her heart&lt;br /&gt;If you got a hammer and a vise&lt;br /&gt;But into her secret garden, don't think twice&lt;br /&gt;You've gone a million miles&lt;br /&gt;How far'd you get to that place where&lt;br /&gt;You can't remember and you can't forget&lt;br /&gt;She'll lead you down a path&lt;br /&gt;There'll be tenderness in the air&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you come just far enough&lt;br /&gt;So you know she's really there&lt;br /&gt;She'll look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;And her eyes will say&lt;br /&gt;She's got a secret garden&lt;br /&gt;Where everything you want&lt;br /&gt;Where everything you need&lt;br /&gt;Will always stay a million miles away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-8185944985647124373?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/8185944985647124373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7779310010814039723</id><published>2007-04-18T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:00:40.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Sway" by Big Runga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stray don't ever go away&lt;br /&gt;I should be much too smart for this&lt;br /&gt;You know it gets the better of me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you and I collide&lt;br /&gt;I fall into an ocean of you&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out in time&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me drown&lt;br /&gt;Let me downI say it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;And here I go losing my control&lt;br /&gt;I'm practising your name&lt;br /&gt;So I can say it to your face&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem right to look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Let all the things you mean to me come tumbling out my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it's time tell you why I say it's infinitely true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay don't come and go like you do&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way yeah I need to know all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no cure no way to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Where everything's turned inside out&lt;br /&gt;But still in so much doubt&lt;br /&gt;It makes me so tired I feel so uninspired&lt;br /&gt;My head is battling with my heart&lt;br /&gt;My logic has been torn apart&lt;br /&gt;And now it's all so sour&lt;br /&gt;Cause sweets in every afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay don't come and go like you do&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way yeah I need to know all about you&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay don't come and go like you do&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way yeah I need to know all about you&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it all turns sour&lt;br /&gt;Cause sweets in every afternoon&lt;br /&gt;It's time to tell you why I say it's infinitely true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay don't come and go like you do&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way yeah I need to know all about you&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay don't come and go like you do&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way yeah I need to know all about you&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7779310010814039723?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7779310010814039723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7779310010814039723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7779310010814039723'/><link rel='self' 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Check out the hair change in the last 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiV0W2-S55I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Yyovxfy-k8c/s1600-h/Picture%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054574092855994258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiV0W2-S55I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Yyovxfy-k8c/s320/Picture%2520026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken at CDFM Concert in Genting together with the other hip hop dancers and Zac from Urban Groove Dance Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054573598934755202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiVz6G-S54I/AAAAAAAAAFA/YkXdvOB7D7Y/s320/Von,Jann+%26+Drea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiVz6G-S54I/AAAAAAAAAFA/YkXdvOB7D7Y/s1600-h/Von,Jann+&amp;+Drea.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken at SIB KL, our first show as G4G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiV0sG-S56I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rRisQJO2kyc/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054574457928214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiV0sG-S56I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rRisQJO2kyc/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken at Agape Church in Seremban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiV1M2-S57I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vl-MsytkJyo/s1600-h/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054575020568930226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiV1M2-S57I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vl-MsytkJyo/s320/Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken at New Year's Eve service with the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiV1sW-S58I/AAAAAAAAAFg/yEhpuFxmv2A/s1600-h/Drea+&amp;+Janning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054575561734809538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiV1sW-S58I/AAAAAAAAAFg/yEhpuFxmv2A/s320/Drea+%26+Janning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With SuperJann...god...I miss my red streak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-4260733336410513974?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/4260733336410513974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=4260733336410513974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4260733336410513974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/4260733336410513974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-pictures-last-6-months.html' title='Random Pictures (Last 6 months)'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RiV0W2-S55I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Yyovxfy-k8c/s72-c/Picture%2520026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-2060480712234495944</id><published>2007-04-16T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:44:02.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Something About You" By Jamelia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could talk to you for days&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh one thousand ways&lt;br /&gt;Not realising (you for me)&lt;br /&gt;Like hot water (and my tea cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enchanted by your smile&lt;br /&gt;I must admit took a while&lt;br /&gt;For me to see that (this was something)&lt;br /&gt;More than (he's my friend, it's nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to God, you feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Cause this could be amazing&lt;br /&gt;Something so super real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even know it&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now that you got me good&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but show it&lt;br /&gt;Damn it you got me good&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;With you I'm home, I've gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;You got me good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your style, your voice, your points of view&lt;br /&gt;The good the bad and ugly too&lt;br /&gt;Boy I'll take it (give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be careful (give it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addiction don't dome close to this&lt;br /&gt;Official is what this sh- is&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't say&lt;br /&gt;No I can't say that (I'm in love) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to God, you feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Cause this could be amazing&lt;br /&gt;Something so super real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even know it&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now that you got me good&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but show it&lt;br /&gt;Damn it you got me good&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;With you I'm home, I've gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;You got me good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna&lt;br /&gt;Be your all and all&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be the one to make you fall&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you away&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be with me&lt;br /&gt;I want you here with me forever&lt;br /&gt;Be my holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you away&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even know it&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now that you got me good&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but show it&lt;br /&gt;Damn it you got me good&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;With you I'm home, I've gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;You got me good&lt;div 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You'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-3999709112156375100</id><published>2007-04-16T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T09:15:32.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Askmen.com</title><content type='html'>Was out for a drive with Choon Yow on Saturday. We took the longest drive at 11 something at night looking at nice condos in Mont Kiara. Just imagine 2 jokers driving and driving past constructions sites...siao liao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Kiosk for a drink and I asked him bout having hair gel ads in a car magazine. We discussed about the ads and men's magazine. He told me that he frequents this site called askmen.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe him. I just typed in the URL just now and...ohmygod!!! There is such a site!!! I even found an interesting article &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/curtsmith_150/162_dating_advice.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting to see what they're teaching men about us...hmmm...even more interesting to know where Choon Yow is getting his knowledge about women!!! (andrea falls back laughing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-3999709112156375100?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/3999709112156375100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=3999709112156375100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3999709112156375100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/3999709112156375100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/askmencom.html' title='Askmen.com'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-553795767467456846</id><published>2007-04-13T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:33:32.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben &amp; Jerry's Ice Cream Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV id=welcomeMessageTopContainer style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV class=roundboxTopWrap&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV class=roundboxTopInt&gt;&lt;!-- roundbox top --&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV class=roundboxContent&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 15px; PADDING-LEFT: 15px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; PADDING-TOP: 15px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; COLOR: #0000ff; PADDING-TOP: 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Below you'll find your test result. After, continue on to your homescreen to discover what we're about. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;A href="/home"&gt;&lt;U&gt;continue to OkCupid homescreen &gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV class=roundboxBotWrap&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV class=roundboxBotInt&gt;&lt;!-- roundbox bot --&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;BROWNIE BATTER!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You scored 85% SWEET, 74% CHUNKY, and 70% UNIQUE! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;I&gt;brownie batter ice cream with a rich brownie batter swirl&lt;/I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mmmm....you are a very sweet mix indeed! You are warm, loving, and caring to all those around you, but you're not boring in the least! You have a wild streak and a creative, unique streak, too. You are a great friend, an interesting person, and you know how to have fun without ending up crouching over a toilet bowl. Nice! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/128/998/12999856194787279188/mt1118956636.jpg"&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;v&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can click &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=338886042745332086"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to find out which flavour you are :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-553795767467456846?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/553795767467456846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=553795767467456846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/553795767467456846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/553795767467456846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/ben-jerrys-ice-cream-test.html' title='Ben &amp; Jerry&apos;s Ice Cream Test'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-9156173074989905134</id><published>2007-04-11T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:30:15.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippin'</title><content type='html'>I'm getting fed up with having to adjust my timing to yours. You come back to KL, tell me we should meet up, I try to adjust my time to yours but no...there's always a cancellation on your side! I never thought I would diss you in public but you got me trippin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna meet up, then why the hell do I have to adjust my time to yours?? How bout trying to be a gentleman for once in your life and try to adjust your time to others! Why the hell does everyone else always have to live on your terms! The world doesn't evolve around you Dr.BadLove! Some of us have moved on without you so it's not the same. We're not gonna be on your back and call anymore! You're not God's gift to anyone so stop thinking it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to meet up because you want to tell me that you're getting married, don't bother, I already heard it and I don't need to hear it from you. Go ahead and marry her. I pity her because she has to live with you! I wonder if she knows you cheated on her. I pity her because she has no idea how many other girls you've taken advantage of. I feel sorry for her, I really do! And thank God you and I never had anything especially after what you did to your wife to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! It's finally out in the open. For all the years I've kept it in, it's finally out for all the world to know that you're not as perfect some people think. Some used to ask me why I was so angry at you. It's because of this. For 2 years, I've lived with the guilt that I was the girl who you cheated with. I was young and vulnerable and you took advantage of it knowing I'd loved you. Thank you for not driving me to my death and making me stronger for all that it's worth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-9156173074989905134?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/9156173074989905134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=9156173074989905134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/9156173074989905134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/9156173074989905134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/trippin.html' title='Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-1048531146625911568</id><published>2007-04-10T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:21:57.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggie New Look</title><content type='html'>I got bored of the punk chic...it was cool for a while but it's just way too pink for me la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of today looking for new skins in between trying to concentrate on work. Naughty naughty andrea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all will and passion to work anymore :( I wake up dreading to go to work...sigh...hence the obvious time spent on my blog's new look. Andrea needs to find a new job quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tell me what you think about the new look&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-1048531146625911568?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/1048531146625911568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=1048531146625911568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1048531146625911568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/1048531146625911568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/bloggie-new-look.html' title='Bloggie New Look'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-7578777041675332644</id><published>2007-04-09T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:16:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Club &amp; Cynna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been looking for pictures but I only have so few. Start with Beach Club and then followed by Cynna. Pictures courtesy of SmallCyn &amp; SexyIsabel's phone and NeighbourlyLeeLian &amp;amp; Derek's camera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051329044624011138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RhntAMRtb4I/AAAAAAAAADI/g3ejM2BMyqM/s320/DSC00274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think SmallCyn was trying to look seductive here and I'm just smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051330775495831442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rhnuk8Rtb5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/se-3MUAzpEw/s320/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" /&gt; NeighbourlyLeeLian &amp; SmallCyn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051336242989199394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RhnzjMRtcCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aHJ3Ff1xIco/s320/DSC00343.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Die!! I look damn pale!! Betul betul lack of sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051331681733930930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RhnvZsRtb7I/AAAAAAAAADg/F9MvcCXms08/s320/picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I'm not getting enough sleep and you can tell very obviously from here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051332991698956242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rhnwl8Rtb9I/AAAAAAAAADw/RTRO9db8QfI/s320/picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; BigAl getting b-boy on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051333245102026722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rhnw0sRtb-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5XEn6LJpSfo/s320/DSC00375.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Suki, SexyIsabel, SmallCyn &amp; Me (dramaqueendrea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051333614469214194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RhnxKMRtb_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/uyztOCK4B4A/s320/DSC00371.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My most favourite picture of all the picture we've taken. The 3 of us look good here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051335014628552706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RhnybsRtcAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/icWCIKNILq4/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt; SmallCyn and I tried to take a picture of ourselves and this is what happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051335383995740178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RhnyxMRtcBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/e6qz7lzyvwE/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We got it right the 2nd round but we're giggling because the phone flash was so freakin bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051345786406531122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rhn8OsRtcDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4d_WlSISkLY/s320/446271532_89fe3b631b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SexyIsabel and I have the tendency to this at every party...we're always spinning each other around...she did it to me at Loft after that...hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051346323277443138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/Rhn8t8RtcEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8Q5Xg0znEYs/s320/446253226_fc2812e1f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ohmygod!! Choon Yow! You are so red!!! Didn't realize it in the dark...hehe...By the way, he got some girls number that night...wooottt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-7578777041675332644?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/7578777041675332644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=7578777041675332644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7578777041675332644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/7578777041675332644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/beach-club-cynna.html' title='Beach Club &amp; Cynna'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rGti7ASNPJw/RhntAMRtb4I/AAAAAAAAADI/g3ejM2BMyqM/s72-c/DSC00274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352634.post-779504622007561966</id><published>2007-04-06T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T09:05:46.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need To Vent</title><content type='html'>FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must all this shit happen now??? I'm already depressed as it is with my work and now more fucking money coming out for just one fucking tyre!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad needed to use my car today so he said he's drive me to work instead. He wanted to stop me at the taxi stand outside and he didn't see the boulder and he hit it and went rite on top of it. It sounded like a knock and I was worried for a dent. We checked and found the tyre had punctured. In actual fact, it didn't puncture, it burst! ARGH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry!!!!! More money coming out...sigh...I need a new job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352634-779504622007561966?l=andrealingling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/feeds/779504622007561966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352634&amp;postID=779504622007561966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/779504622007561966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352634/posts/default/779504622007561966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrealingling.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-need-to-vent.html' title='I Need To Vent'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01975286205081397213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
