<?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-13581624</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:20:30.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.E.A.U.tifully Imperfect</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-1633095340615646596</id><published>2012-01-23T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:53:17.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's spice up our marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Recently, I watched a movie, titled Fireproofs; It was about a man trying to safe his falling apart marriage. It was a very moving and educational movie, and then it opened my eyes, how much we tend to take our relationships for granted leaving our better half unappreciated and unloved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the married people out there, let’s admit our mistake and try working things out before our marriages falls apart too. Here are few simple tips that could helps us out:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Surprises our loved one with loving notes in the obvious places that he/she will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shower her with a bouquet of flowers on special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Take her out on a date and relive the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Prepare(cook) a romantic dinner for just two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Help around the houses and with chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kisses her when you are leaving to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A quick hugs every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Whisper romantic word in their ear when they are not expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Say thank you  when she does something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Say sorry when you are in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Tell her, she is beautiful, often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now lets just cross our finger and hope these minor things works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-1633095340615646596?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/1633095340615646596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=1633095340615646596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/1633095340615646596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/1633095340615646596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-spice-up-our-marriage.html' title='Let&apos;s spice up our marriage.'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-6298192651498773175</id><published>2010-08-17T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:23:29.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any more tricks under the sleeves?</title><content type='html'>My 2yrs old daughter is not a big fan of medicine, even the word medicine will put her out of her mood. So, I used it as to blackmail her into eating her lunch and dinner daily. The medicine, had successfully played it's part for at least a month. But then the reality kicks in, slowly of course.... last week,&amp;nbsp;before i could mention it, she did first, " amma, bring medicine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, just mentioning the word wasn't enough to force her to take her lunch, I had to bring the medicine bottle just to show that I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day came,&amp;nbsp;she was no longer afraid of the word nor the bottle, I was forced to open the bottle to show I am dead serious... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, my daughter was challenging me, I thought this leave me with no choices, desperate time need desperate measures..... I have to show her who is the boss around here..!!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&amp;nbsp;while feeding her dinner, after few mouthful of rice she was starting to resist,&amp;nbsp;so i put an angry expression on my face, walked to the fridge, took out the bottle of medicine and&amp;nbsp;poured a few drops&amp;nbsp;on to the teaspoon and said to her in an angry tone, " Baby, if you are not eating the rice, amma going to make you drink this medicine, NOW!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she coolly looked at me and said,&amp;nbsp;" Aaaah." (with her mouth open&amp;nbsp; of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, my 2yrs old daughter just defeated me in our daily battle of the FOOD"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any one out there has any new ideas.... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-6298192651498773175?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/6298192651498773175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=6298192651498773175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/6298192651498773175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/6298192651498773175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2010/08/any-more-tricks-under-sleeves.html' title='Any more tricks under the sleeves?'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-9187801727860444887</id><published>2010-08-11T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:29:01.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing interesting</title><content type='html'>OMG, I am supposed to come up with something daily to write about, darn it... it still appear blank up there... Oh gosh, it sucks... It has been 6mths since I started my studies and I am yet to submit my 1st assignment.... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I think of anything to write...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today nothing much happen for me to write it down. I am just leading a pretty kind of a mundane lifestyle...... same old routine to follow daily... Yeah, I know! BORING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else I can do? I can't go anywhere without being driven around by my hubby. I am a shame to mankind.... I got my driving license 13yrs ago and I am still, yet to face my fear on the road... never even once i try driving on the road .... my husband all ready warned me... when it's time for my baby to go to school, then I won't be able give excuses anymore and left with no choice than send her to school&amp;nbsp; myself. I can't depend on my hubby since he is already overwhelmed with his workloads....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW... i can feel the terror within me, the idea of me driving is freaking me out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, darn it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-9187801727860444887?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/9187801727860444887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=9187801727860444887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/9187801727860444887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/9187801727860444887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-interesting.html' title='nothing interesting'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-4047487688704806559</id><published>2010-08-11T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:14:58.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family secrets can be shocking sometimes, recently I&amp;nbsp;was just&amp;nbsp;been updated&amp;nbsp;regarding a cousin of mine, which was quite a shocking news at that time. I felt for him, I wanted to reach out to him&amp;nbsp; and say, "It's ok. I understand." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how can I do that, when he doesn't know that I know and some other people related to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, it seems that he have to face his demon alone, since he is not willing to be open about it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life... huh, sometimes put us in a tough position, disable us to stand up for ourselves and force us to lead a pretence lifestyle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-4047487688704806559?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/4047487688704806559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=4047487688704806559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/4047487688704806559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/4047487688704806559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-secrets.html' title='Family secrets'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-2433035078344720844</id><published>2010-08-09T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:06:27.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank... blank...blank</title><content type='html'>I was adviced to write something daily. Just about anything as a daily habit.... but then I took 1 week to came up with this .... lol.... life sucks... my brain doesn't works as it used to and I am drowning....&lt;br /&gt;I confidently, enrolled myself to an online course, thinking I would have the time to do the assignments and study while caring for my little princess who craves for attention all the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I made a big mistake??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God... what am suppose to do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-2433035078344720844?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/2433035078344720844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=2433035078344720844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/2433035078344720844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/2433035078344720844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2010/08/blank-blankblank.html' title='blank... blank...blank'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-112848995487458706</id><published>2005-10-05T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:25:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cookie Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I received this poem, I nearly cry out of laughter thinking how silly the lady could have been and the good hearted guy who willing to share his cookies to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am sure all of us have encounter situations similar to this, in our life and we tend to jump into conclusion without considering the possibilities and consequences of our action and then regret later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the poem below, it's very interesting indeed.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Judge for yourself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was waiting at an airport one night&lt;br /&gt;With several long hours before her flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hunted for a book in the airport shop&lt;br /&gt;Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was engrossed in her book but happened to see&lt;br /&gt;That the man beside her as bold as could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between&lt;br /&gt;Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She munched cookies and watched the clock&lt;br /&gt;As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by&lt;br /&gt;Thinking "If I wasn't so nice I'd blacken his eye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each cookie she took he took one too&lt;br /&gt;And when only one was left she wondered what he'd do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh&lt;br /&gt;He took the last cookie and broke it in half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered her half as he ate the other&lt;br /&gt;She snatched it from him and thought "Oh brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has some nerve and he's also rude&lt;br /&gt;Why he didn't even show any gratitude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had never known when she had been so galled&lt;br /&gt;And sighed with relief when her flight was called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She boarded the plane and sank in her seat&lt;br /&gt;Then sought her book which was almost complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise&lt;br /&gt;There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If mine are here" she moaned with despair&lt;br /&gt;"Then the others were his and he tried to share"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too late to apologize she realized with grief"&lt;br /&gt;That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-112848995487458706?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/112848995487458706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=112848995487458706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/112848995487458706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/112848995487458706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2005/10/cookie-thief.html' title='The Cookie Thief'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-112840771337712811</id><published>2005-10-04T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:35:13.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been TAG!!!</title><content type='html'>Seven things you plan to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. learn to play guitar&lt;br /&gt;2. go to new zealand&lt;br /&gt;3. write a book&lt;br /&gt;4. buy a house near hill side&lt;br /&gt;5. own a library.&lt;br /&gt;6. buy myself a mini cooper (latest model)  :p&lt;br /&gt;7. step on the moon……. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. magnetize ppl&lt;br /&gt;2. charm people…. lol&lt;br /&gt;3. Make people smile or laugh&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;6. Irritate people&lt;br /&gt;7. Day dreaming…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you can't do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can’t see a child being abused.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can’t tolerate seing a sad person, always try to cheer them up&lt;br /&gt;3. I can’t tolerate negetive attitudes or negative energy around me&lt;br /&gt;4. I can’t become a nurse (elergic to blood and pain)&lt;br /&gt;5. I can’t enter the fear factor show….(bcos for sure I will win)&lt;br /&gt;6. I can’t make up. (bcos I donno how to. lol)&lt;br /&gt;7. I can’t live without my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Celebrity Crushes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jude Law&lt;br /&gt;2. Jonny Depp&lt;br /&gt;3. Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;4. Ben Affleck&lt;br /&gt;5. Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;6. Enrique &lt;br /&gt;7. Sean Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven often repeated WORDS/PHRASES&lt;br /&gt;1. Babi Hutan&lt;br /&gt;2. mangkuk ayun&lt;br /&gt;3. nonsence&lt;br /&gt;4. good morning (obviously in the morning laa)&lt;br /&gt;5. Thank God&lt;br /&gt;6. Hi&lt;br /&gt;7. ish…ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven physical traits I look for in the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;1. Appearance.&lt;br /&gt;2. Attitude.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair&lt;br /&gt;4. speech&lt;br /&gt;5. cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;6. friendly &lt;br /&gt;7. human being lol….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people you want to tag.. &lt;br /&gt;1. tdevaraj&lt;br /&gt;2. rajveena&lt;br /&gt;3. omai&lt;br /&gt;4. mey&lt;br /&gt;5. IBH&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-112840771337712811?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/112840771337712811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=112840771337712811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/112840771337712811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/112840771337712811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-been-tag.html' title='I have been TAG!!!'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-112384028767705852</id><published>2005-08-12T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:51:27.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel in our life.....</title><content type='html'>While I was a kid, I always wondered the existence of the real angel “The Messenger of God” and longed to meet one of them someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time pass and I grew older, I realize while I was searching for them, they are with me all these while. They always been with me since the day I came to this world they are my dearest loving parents of course. And I came to believe there is an angelic value in every living thing, either they realize it or they don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I have posted a picture taken by a famous photographer which I received some years back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/655/4196278.06ab03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW BEDFORD, Mass.- Newspaper photographer Mike Valeri thought he had a good shot of a cloudy sunset over Padanaram Harbor. Readers of The Standard-Times of New Bedford saw something more heavenly. Laura Morse called to congratulate Valeri for capturing an angel floating in the clouds. Valeri hadn't noticed the angelic figure before, but was swayed when he checked his negatives and the image seemed even clearer. The newspaper ran the photo again Oct. 18 and asked readers what they thought. Valeri said one woman said it reminded her of the spirit she claims she saw leaving her young daughter as she died last year. The paper has been flooded with requests for copies. Proceeds of the sale will go toward a Christmas fund for needy families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-112384028767705852?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/112384028767705852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=112384028767705852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/112384028767705852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/112384028767705852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2005/08/angel-in-our-life.html' title='Angel in our life.....'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-111959821807162394</id><published>2005-06-24T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T09:09:48.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Haunted room u choose determines your attitude</title><content type='html'>What an interesting questions, when I saw this mail, I was shocked! How am I supposed to choose from these choices? Well, it is easy though to choose now as it's not happening in real life, but even the thoughts already give me chills. I wonder what will happen if we have to go through this test in order to determine our future and ambition, especially to me the “Fear Factor dare devil” lol, well however I manage to choose one… how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you get lost in the wilderness while traveling. It gets dark and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no choice but to seek refuge in a small hut nearby. The owner tells you all his rooms are haunted. Which room will you choose? (it is going to be very interesting.. ha ha haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room where:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room (A) - a human head stares at you maliciously from outside your window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room (B) - the bathroom door creaks open and close, and there are sounds of a woman sighing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room (C) - the bed starts rocking violently whenever you try to sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room (D) - a headless ghost sits at the foot of your bed when you awake in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE ONE COMFORTABLE (?!) CHOICE BEFORE YOU SCROLL DOWN FOR THE EXPLANATION. IT'S QUITE AN INTERESTING ANSWER..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) A human head stares at you maliciously from outside your window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: You need a lot of private space and are more suitable to work alone. You look for stability i.e. a job that is not easily affected by external factors and provides steady income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g. Doctor, lawyer, SOHO, teacher, administrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) The bathroom door creaks open and close, and there are sounds of a woman sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: You prefer a stable job that does not require you to run around or meet people. You are willing to be subjected to pressure from your bosses if that lets you sit in an air-conditioned office all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g. Civil servant, engineer, computer engineer, accountant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) The bed starts rocking violently whenever you try to sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: You are an active person who cannot sit still and does not like to be restrained. You are easily adaptable to a job which is full of changes and not routine. E.g. Marketing, insurance, sales, delivery man, chauffeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) A headless ghost sits at the foot of your bed when you awake in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: You suit jobs that need you to meet people, especially large crowds. Your job will depend on these people, but you will not know who they are E.g. superstar, politician, PR, counter/frontline sales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-111959821807162394?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/111959821807162394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=111959821807162394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/111959821807162394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/111959821807162394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-haunted-room-u-choose-determines_24.html' title='Which Haunted room u choose determines your attitude'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-111957807434851381</id><published>2005-06-24T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:54:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Love on Your Birthday Mum</title><content type='html'>Today my dearest darling MOTHER's Birthday.... wishing her happiness and love ...ALWAYS and i found this beautiful birthday poem that suits her perfectly :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a wonderful mum &lt;br /&gt;and so very dear, &lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder you're loved &lt;br /&gt;every day of the year &lt;br /&gt;and your birthday's a chance &lt;br /&gt;to send wishes your way, &lt;br /&gt;and hope that you have &lt;br /&gt;the most wonderful day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday With Love &lt;br /&gt;- unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you Mom.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-111957807434851381?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/111957807434851381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=111957807434851381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/111957807434851381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/111957807434851381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2005/06/with-love-on-your-birthday-mum.html' title='With Love on Your Birthday Mum'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-111873113081228260</id><published>2005-06-14T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:38:50.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Monday morning</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, we lost one of our colleague in an accident. Shocked I was until the end of the day… unable to accept. He was only 27 years old and more like a brother to me, unfortunately his time is up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the details, my anger rise above me. He was drunk when the accident happened. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand why men have to become slave to alcohol. Are they blind or plain stupid? Why do they let an alcohol control their life? Or do they feel they won’t be considered macho enough if they don’t drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, did the mother simply waste her lifetime by raising her son just to sacrifice to alcohol and the consequences caused by it??  How would the parents felt when they saw, their child laying motionless in front of them when he supposed to lead a healthy and happy life?  Lucky enough, he wasn’t married, or else what would happen to his family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope someone will take this incident as a lesson, and stop taking alcohol! Think about your family every time you feel like drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest condolence to the family, and I hope his soul rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-111873113081228260?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/111873113081228260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=111873113081228260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/111873113081228260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/111873113081228260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-monday-morning.html' title='Sad Monday morning'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-111847478976844588</id><published>2005-06-11T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T15:44:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts of Mississippi (1996)</title><content type='html'>“Mrs. Evers: When you hate, the only one that suffers is you because most of the people you hate don't know it and the rest don't care-” memorable quote from Ghosts of Mississippi (1996)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13581624-111847478976844588?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/111847478976844588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=111847478976844588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/111847478976844588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/111847478976844588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2005/06/ghosts-of-mississippi-1996.html' title='Ghosts of Mississippi (1996)'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13581624.post-111847474540962312</id><published>2005-06-11T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T14:54:40.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Angels (1998)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seth: I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one&lt;br /&gt;kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.” –&lt;br /&gt;Memorable quote from City of Angels (1998)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fails to amaze me each and every time I watched it. I wonder how many times I have watched it, hmmm let’s see, I lost count. Yes, you heard it right, I lost count! Well you might be wondering, what’s so special about this movie? I don’t know about you but for me it is special indeed. Ok, let us not drift off, better I come back to the story line. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is about a group of angels roaming around the cities, assigned to help people and receive the “death”. They wear same black clothes everyday, hanging out at the same spot (preferably high buildings) everyday, reading people’s mind and go between places in a split of seconds. Despite of all their plus points, they have one minus point, they can’t feel (touch)!! Pretty ironic huh? Angels going around helping people by touching them but can’t define touch??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as always there is a black sheep in the family, Nicolas Cage (Seth) is the black sheep. Why? He fell in love with Meg Ryan (Maggie). Pretty funny huh, for an angel to fall in love when he can’t feel anything. Hmm lets just push aside the odds and concentrate on the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (Seth) was truly, deeply, madly in love, but wasn’t sure what to do as it was forbidden for the angels to mix around with the humans, but his feeling was very strong. So, while he was in dilemma he met with an “ex” angel (Mr. Messenger), who had related to him his history, how he sacrificed his angelic life just for his love of life. That’s when Seth realize that GOD never been unfair, HE gave both human and angels on thing in common “FREEWILL”. Everybody is allowed to anything he pleased with his own life! The choice is in your hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth decided to do the same for his love, when he discovers that Maggie had the same feeling on him. In order, for him to turn into a human, he had to determine his goals and take a risk. E.g. jumping from the highest building as GOD need to know the distance you willing to go for your love before granting your wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he did it!! He jumped from the highest building and woke up as a human, bizarre?? Who cares? The movie is good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the main point is, it’s about love. The distance people willing to go just to succeed in love, he did it. He left everything for Maggie, his eternal life, his ability and power just to be with her. “Sob! Sob!” How B.E.A.U.tiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to remind us, that there is an ultimate power, mightier than everybody, faith takes over. When both Seth and Maggie were happy and enjoying each and every moment they had, a cruel ending came. Maggie collided with a truck and passed away. SAD.&lt;br /&gt;After all the troubles he went to through just to be with her, but she is no more there for him. Why? Why? Why she has to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend will ask him, “would you have done it if you know the future?” and he answered, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Seth: I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.” – Memorable quote from City of Angels (1998)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&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/13581624-111847474540962312?l=bluemoon27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/feeds/111847474540962312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13581624&amp;postID=111847474540962312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/111847474540962312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13581624/posts/default/111847474540962312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemoon27.blogspot.com/2005/06/city-of-angels-1998.html' title='City of Angels (1998)'/><author><name>bluemoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307021744180845552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='10' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/365/2337383.eafb10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
