<?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-7131643322766719514</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:13:22.909+08:00</updated><category term='Sarawak'/><category term='VH1'/><category term='terong asam'/><category term='sago'/><category term='Kris Allen'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Food'/><category term='sarawak laksa'/><category term='ayam pansoh'/><category term='daughtry'/><category term='Adam Lambert'/><category term='Angels and Demons'/><category term='kuih selorot'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='sago worm'/><category term='Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'/><category term='Thailand'/><category term='Bangkok'/><category term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>This is Me</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me. Truly only me. A girl trying her luck in the big city. Trying to achieve her dream. Trying to challenge herself to the limit. The journey is precious. The journey is priceless. Let the journey begin ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131643322766719514.post-3765043369944701525</id><published>2010-10-20T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:50:55.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook | A Prayer - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=449998809090"&gt;Facebook | A Prayer - Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I pray that he finds me on his path to recovery and that we are able to love each other once again. Please Lord God, help my love heal himself and through that find clarity, and find our love again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I pray that deep down God gives my love the clarity to realise his love for me, and shows him which path to take to get back to me. And that God day by day opens his heart to realise that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I pray that God places within his heart the desire and longing to miss me and miss what we had. I cherish him so much, please God make him feel the longing to be with me again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Please, I just pray that God does His miraculous work between us and draws us back together as I know that we are meant be. We broke up before and God brought us back together. I have never been more thankful. Now I have even more faith and belief in Him and I know that my love is my fate, the one I am meant to journey through life with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I pray that God will heal both our hearts, and fix our relationship, and bring us together.... I really love my sweetheart so much. He has my heart. I hope that God works on his heart to forgive me when I let him down, and give me the strength to lift him up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Please take my broken soul, broken life and broken heart and mend them again by bringing back my love. Please Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I saw someone post this quote and I am holding it close to my heart, to enhance my faith in the Lord and all that he does for me in my life: "Ask and you shall recieve, knock and a door will answer"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Amen ﻿&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3765043369944701525?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=449998809090' title='Facebook | A Prayer - Part 3'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3765043369944701525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/10/facebook-prayer-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3765043369944701525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3765043369944701525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/10/facebook-prayer-part-3.html' title='Facebook | A Prayer - Part 3'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-5444888123699260789</id><published>2010-10-20T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:46:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook | Please Heal My Wounded Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=449571034090"&gt;Facebook | Please Heal My Wounded Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Dear God,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;please help me heal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;From grief, loss and the pain of love gone wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Let me leave deep heartache it in my past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;And be whole and happy again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;In my fear of never finding true love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I have been needy and overly-anxious,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Desperate and too willing to settle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Please calm the need in me that leads to unwise choices.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Fill the emptiness in my heart that makes me crave unhealthy love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Restore my faith in love and relationships&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;And grant me the ability to love myself fully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;And to feel lovable and wanted from within.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Let the healing process must begin inside my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-5444888123699260789?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=449571034090' title='Facebook | Please Heal My Wounded Heart'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5444888123699260789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/10/facebook-please-heal-my-wounded-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5444888123699260789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5444888123699260789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/10/facebook-please-heal-my-wounded-heart.html' title='Facebook | Please Heal My Wounded Heart'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-3075987852638974092</id><published>2010-09-13T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:01:42.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I've fallen in love with you and I'll never let you go. I love you more than anyone, I just had to let you know. And if you ever wonder why, I don't know what I'll say, but I'll never stop loving you, each and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3075987852638974092?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.twitlonger.com/show/5vntu9' title='Untitled - 2'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3075987852638974092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3075987852638974092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3075987852638974092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled-2.html' title='Untitled - 2'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-509882369037823869</id><published>2010-09-13T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:00:23.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;It hurts when we risk our heart &amp;amp; it ends up being broken but what hurts more is when we still hold on when we already know we are waiting 4 nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-509882369037823869?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.twitlonger.com/show/5vo1nc' title='Untitled - 1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/509882369037823869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/509882369037823869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/509882369037823869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled-1.html' title='Untitled - 1'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-8520801641108694951</id><published>2010-09-13T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:51:53.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Become who you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; like I am the last person you want in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; like it is gonna be the last kiss your ever going to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hug me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;like you want me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But most of all….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; like I am the one you always dreamed of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-8520801641108694951?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://lovetruths.tumblr.com/post/1113968594/hold-me-like-i-am-the-last-person-you-want-in-your' title='Become who you are'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8520801641108694951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/become-who-you-are_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8520801641108694951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8520801641108694951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/become-who-you-are_13.html' title='Become who you are'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-2570668922905413602</id><published>2010-09-13T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:24:53.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Become who you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;How can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; I forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;How can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I not want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;inside,&lt;br /&gt;How can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I can’t see us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are controlling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-2570668922905413602?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://lovetruths.tumblr.com/post/1083770717/how-can-i-forget-you-when-your-always-on-my-mind' title='Become who you are'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2570668922905413602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/become-who-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2570668922905413602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2570668922905413602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/become-who-you-are.html' title='Become who you are'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-2679403576929716951</id><published>2010-09-03T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:50:08.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://simpleyquotes.tumblr.com/#1026367955"&gt;Simply Quotes&lt;/a&gt;: "It’s always the same in every relationship, there is always one person crying and wishing to get back together, while the other doesn’t even remember the things they’ve been through. I hate that I have to be the one who remembers every little detail while you can’t seem to remember me at all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-2679403576929716951?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://simpleyquotes.tumblr.com/#1026367955' title='Simply Quotes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2679403576929716951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/simply-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2679403576929716951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2679403576929716951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/simply-quotes.html' title='Simply Quotes'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-1017966581374070909</id><published>2010-09-02T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:14:51.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/IFeelYou_Quotes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;IFeelYou_Quotes (IFeelYou_Quotes) on Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;: "Smile, so the tears won't fallLaugh, like you don't hurt at allFake it so he'll never know...That you still haven't let him go.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-1017966581374070909?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://twitter.com/IFeelYou_Quotes' title='Quotes from Twitter'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1017966581374070909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/quotes-from-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/1017966581374070909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/1017966581374070909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/09/quotes-from-twitter.html' title='Quotes from Twitter'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-3676110080164956121</id><published>2010-08-26T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T09:41:18.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll reach for your hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I’ll reach for your hand in the cold of winter, I’ll reach for your hand in the heat of summer. But if my short life can’t reach the dawn of spring, I promise, in heaven, I’ll reach you with my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3676110080164956121?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.twitlonger.com/show/3alu25' title='I&apos;ll reach for your hand'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3676110080164956121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-reach-for-your-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3676110080164956121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3676110080164956121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-reach-for-your-hand.html' title='I&apos;ll reach for your hand'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-58153954175648276</id><published>2010-08-26T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T09:24:14.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;You can't see&lt;br /&gt;What really goes on&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;My eyes shield&lt;br /&gt;How I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;How much I've cried&lt;br /&gt;My mouth restricts&lt;br /&gt;What I'd really say&lt;br /&gt;And make you think&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly okay&lt;br /&gt;I know you tried&lt;br /&gt;You mean well&lt;br /&gt;But I have things&lt;br /&gt;I'd never tell&lt;br /&gt;To truly laugh&lt;br /&gt;To really smile&lt;br /&gt;Is something I haven't&lt;br /&gt;Done in a while&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know&lt;br /&gt;How I really feel&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long&lt;br /&gt;It will take to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;After everything&lt;br /&gt;That I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see&lt;br /&gt;Inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm protecting you&lt;br /&gt;From what you'd find.&lt;br /&gt;I protect you because&lt;br /&gt;I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;This is my pain&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-58153954175648276?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.twitlonger.com/show/3b68mh' title='You don&apos;t know'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/58153954175648276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/58153954175648276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/58153954175648276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-dont-know.html' title='You don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-922972812104132874</id><published>2010-08-26T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:44:29.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak and Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;My friends are always telling me to move on,&lt;br /&gt;to give up. But why? Why should I?&lt;br /&gt;They don't see you the way that I see you.&lt;br /&gt;They don't look into your eyes and see the world.&lt;br /&gt;Why would they understand?&lt;br /&gt;They can't possibly imagine what it means&lt;br /&gt;to look at your best friend&lt;br /&gt;and see all their hopes and dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for once, just once,&lt;br /&gt;they could walk a mile in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;But they wouldn't need to walk that far,&lt;br /&gt;they would just take one step and suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;they would take back every bit of 'getting over you'&lt;br /&gt;advice they had ever given me&lt;br /&gt;and realize you're my life,&lt;br /&gt;you were meant for me,&lt;br /&gt;and that moving on or giving up&lt;br /&gt;is simply not an option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7131643322766719514-922972812104132874?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.twitlonger.com/show/3b65uq' title='Heartbreak and Heartache'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/922972812104132874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/08/heartbreak-and-heartache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/922972812104132874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/922972812104132874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/08/heartbreak-and-heartache.html' title='Heartbreak and Heartache'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-6141809242742752557</id><published>2010-05-26T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:57:25.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem and Quotes</title><content type='html'>Found this two poem and quotes earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;if it helps you figure me out,&lt;br /&gt;i take you for who you are..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for whatever has happened,&lt;br /&gt;but i will be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;and i may not say the right thing all the time,&lt;br /&gt;but i always mean it...&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with you, sex or not...&lt;br /&gt;it's not the act that makes me want you...&lt;br /&gt;it is you as a person,&lt;br /&gt;the way you make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;the way you make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;the way i feel when you lay next to me...&lt;br /&gt;it's you... i can't ask for anything more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you,&lt;br /&gt;than good times with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm,&lt;br /&gt;than safe and warm by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have hard times together,&lt;br /&gt;than to have it easy apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-6141809242742752557?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6141809242742752557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/poem-and-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/6141809242742752557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/6141809242742752557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/poem-and-quotes.html' title='Poem and Quotes'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-6993193172189002774</id><published>2010-05-18T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:04:01.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love hurts Quotes - Series 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Love is like grass.&lt;br /&gt;If you fall on it,&lt;br /&gt;it may leave a stain&lt;br /&gt;and some temporary pain.&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll get over the pain,&lt;br /&gt;it will eventually stop hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Now maybe the stain ruined&lt;br /&gt;your favorite pair of jeans,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it was&lt;br /&gt;nothing special that was ruined,&lt;br /&gt;but either way&lt;br /&gt;the stain remains there.&lt;br /&gt;And with time,&lt;br /&gt;it will begin to fade,&lt;br /&gt;but it will always be there,&lt;br /&gt;a permanent reminder that you,&lt;br /&gt;too, once fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Horrible isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It makes you so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;It opens your chest&lt;br /&gt;and it opens up your heart&lt;br /&gt;and it means that someone&lt;br /&gt;can get inside you and mess you up.&lt;br /&gt;You build up all these defenses,&lt;br /&gt;you build up a whole suit of armor,&lt;br /&gt;so that nothing can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;then one stupid person,&lt;br /&gt;no different from&lt;br /&gt;any other stupid person,&lt;br /&gt;wanders into your stupid life...&lt;br /&gt;You give them a piece of you.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;They did something dumb one day,&lt;br /&gt;like kiss you or smile at you,&lt;br /&gt;and then your life&lt;br /&gt;isn't your own anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Love takes hostages.&lt;br /&gt;It gets inside you.&lt;br /&gt;It eats you out and&lt;br /&gt;leaves you crying in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;so simple a phrase like&lt;br /&gt;'maybe we should be just friends'&lt;br /&gt;turns into a glass splinter&lt;br /&gt;working its way into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Not just in the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Not just in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's a soul-hurt,&lt;br /&gt;a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.&lt;br /&gt;I hate love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Sometimes you've got to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;in order to grow,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our visions seem clearer&lt;br /&gt;after our eyes are washed out with tears&lt;br /&gt;Have a good cry,&lt;br /&gt;wash out your heart&lt;br /&gt;If you keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;it'll tear you apart.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you lose,&lt;br /&gt;but you're going to win&lt;br /&gt;if you just hang in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-6993193172189002774?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6993193172189002774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-hurts-quotes-series-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/6993193172189002774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/6993193172189002774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-hurts-quotes-series-1.html' title='Love hurts Quotes - Series 1'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-2282491447021713196</id><published>2010-05-17T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:27:40.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History repeated itself</title><content type='html'>People said truth always hurt. It was. What I thought was the nicest dream ever turned out to be the same nightmare I used to have. And that hurts me a lot when I had to go through the same thing again. I thought he was the one but apparently not. He was NEVER mine from the start. All the things he said were all lies. Said he loved me and he meant it. Said he missed me. Said he needed me. Said he was crazy for me. Said he won't leave me. Begged me to come back. Everything were lies. He even said that he won't be going after her, but that itself was a lie as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened seems so familiar. Everything that happened feels deja vu. It's like history is repeating itself and it sucks. The only thing that I feared most in my life, I have to face it again. All the time, I asked myself why was I stupid enough to fall in love with him and left everything that I have just for him only to find out that he was just fooling around with me. Am I really that bad until I don't deserve anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when I found out the whole entire truth, I felt myself falling down hard. Harder than what Ady did to me. I let go of everything that I have and came back for him and all I got was nothing. Maybe my heart was right not to trust him. Maybe my mind was right to be doubtful. Maybe my instinct was right to be insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry as I am right now, I felt disappointed at the same time. Disappointed by the way things are. If only I know from the beginning that he never meant what he said, I wouldn't have love him at all. Now I have to pick up the pieces, stand up and be strong again. Being here on my own, alone will be even harder. But one thing I know, despite wherever I am, I am so blessed because I have friends behind me ready to catch me when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am going to arrange my next move. I'm planning to go back and leave everything here. That's the best way I could do for now. To move on and forget about him totally. When that day comes, the truth will have to be revealed. The worms will be out of the can. The beans will be spilled. The cat will be out of the bag. Worse part is, it is going to be ugly. Daddy will definitely scold me to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to be stronger than strong. I have to fill my life with so much courage and strength. Start a new chapter in my life. Forget the lying bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-2282491447021713196?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2282491447021713196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/history-repeated-itself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2282491447021713196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2282491447021713196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/history-repeated-itself.html' title='History repeated itself'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-6393162829514520084</id><published>2010-04-27T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:26:07.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Cry</title><content type='html'>Found this song after lunch just now...the lyrics is exactly the same as my situation right now and I actually cried listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyGNfbKkMVE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyGNfbKkMVE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/4bd68b1e77fe64e7/492da13d46e17ea3/9dc66a56/-cpid/e24bbcb483cfeee" id="W492da13d111f5ab44bd68b1e77fe64e7" width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/4bd68b1e77fe64e7/492da13d46e17ea3/9dc66a56/-cpid/e24bbcb483cfeee" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/mariah-carey-lyrics.html"&gt;Mariah Carey Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/angels-cry-lyrics-mariah-carey.html"&gt;Angels Cry Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-6393162829514520084?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6393162829514520084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/angels-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/6393162829514520084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/6393162829514520084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/angels-cry.html' title='Angels Cry'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-1751118108234402397</id><published>2010-04-24T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:37:27.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in my heart</title><content type='html'>Last Monday was what supposed to be our 5th month anniversary but everything is just gone now. My heart is still not healed. I doubt it can ever be heal. Even if it takes my whole life. I still find myself crying whenever I'm alone. I still find myself crying to sleep. How can I ever be happy again? How can I find back my old self? Will I ever find that back? Will I ever see the sun shine again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to do anymore. This time I don't know if I can ever stand up and walk again. I can put a brave face in front of everybody. I can pretend I am alright. But the truth is, I'm not. I'm hurting inside. Why is life so unfair? Why can't I get the happiness I deserve? What did I do wrong in my entire life that I don't deserve to have some happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wish she would just leave me alone last time. That she would just accept his rejection and leave the both of us alone. That she should just focus on her own family and leave him alone. That she won't be such a bitch. But like what Babah said, she is what she's made off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happen right now, everything I'm going through is like deja vu. It's like history is repeating itself all over again. I'm wearing our ring around my neck as a symbol to give me strength, to give me hope, to help me be strong but I can't. I tried. God knows how much I tried. I prayed and prayed until I cried in my prayers that things will go back to the way it used to be. Acu said God will help those who help themselves. Please God, give him back to me. Soften his heart and guide him back home. That is all I ask from You. I have got nothing else already. Please hear my prayers, O Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-1751118108234402397?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1751118108234402397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/1751118108234402397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/1751118108234402397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-in-my-heart.html' title='What&apos;s in my heart'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-3053732376575695097</id><published>2010-04-20T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:02:42.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want you to go</title><content type='html'>Found this song among my cds yesterday. Originally sang by Piolo Pascual but Kyla did an equal job for this song. The lyrics...needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V55tiXw2Dmw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V55tiXw2Dmw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=702882&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/piolo_pascual/' target='_blank'&gt;Piolo Pascual lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/piolo_pascual/i_dont_want_you_to_go.html' target='_blank'&gt;I Don't Want You To Go lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3053732376575695097?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3053732376575695097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-want-you-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3053732376575695097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3053732376575695097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-want-you-to-go.html' title='I don&apos;t want you to go'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-917551597712303017</id><published>2010-04-14T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:21:10.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life's a curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRNdmkH8zrI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRNdmkH8zrI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone ever tell you that sometimes it's too late to regret everything has ever happen to you? Maybe it is true. By the time you realise the truth, it is already far too late to turn things around. That's what happened to me. I think my life is a curse. I can't settle down with anyone without getting hurt or heartbroken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions about what happened&amp;nbsp;still plays in my head over and over again. Why is she doing this to me? What have I done to her that she keep doing this to me? Does she feel peace everytime she insults me? Does she find satisfaction when she's trying to break someone's relationship? Just because he left her&amp;nbsp;when he found out she's married, she thought that no one else should get him as well because she couldn't? Now, it is officially over between the both of us, she must be feeling on top of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although questions still plays in my head, I came to realise the truth. But it's too late for me to turn back. It's really too late for me to say "I'm sorry." He was telling me the truth all along and I failed to see it because I was so afraid. I was blinded by my fear. The fear from the previous relationship with Ady still sticks in my head. Those words which he told Aida sticks in my head till now and I was afraid that I might have to walk through the paths I walked before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's too late for me to redeem myself to him again. The day when he said it's over was the day I felt I rather die than live without a purpose. Every night I asked myself why is life so unfair? What have I done wrong in my life that I had to go through all of this? Why do God lead me straight into his arms and let him fill my life with so much love just to find out He's taking him away from me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to go on through my days from today. I don't know how to tell my family that it's completely over between the both of us. Daddy will be furious for sure. He never wanted me to come back. If I hadn't beg him to let me come back, I don't think I'll ever be back here. All the time, I've been locking myself in the room and cried until I have no more tears left to cry. Then, suddenly I stop praying. I don't know what is the purpose for me to pray anymore. Looking at the ring and my anklet he gave back makes it even sadder. Everytime I looked at it, I had to tell myself it's really over. It's really over. There's nothing left for me. There's no more space for me in his heart. He has let me go and I am back to the place where I was before we found each other back last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost too far away. I went astray for so long. I need to find the way back myself and I hope I can find back the missing girl he fell in love with 15 years ago. The one everybody knew. That girl has gone missing for a very long time. I hope when I found her back, I will have peace in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-917551597712303017?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/917551597712303017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-lifes-curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/917551597712303017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/917551597712303017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-lifes-curse.html' title='My life&apos;s a curse'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-5000929362353714948</id><published>2010-04-12T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:25:41.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E sucks. L.O.V.E bites</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was 1 week after our separation. I thought it will still hurt but I don't feel anything. I thought I will still be crying but I guess I have no more tears to cry. I guess this is really the end. I'm picking up the pieces and move on. Throughout the entire week, I've been thinking and saw the things that hurt me most. Then on Saturday night, I made up my mind. I'm very tired of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories will always remain in my mind. Those good times we had together. Those conversations we had together. It will always be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYqkEb8OhzY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYqkEb8OhzY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the day he sang this song to me. Now, it will be just a memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-5000929362353714948?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5000929362353714948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-sucks-love-bites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5000929362353714948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5000929362353714948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-sucks-love-bites.html' title='L.O.V.E sucks. L.O.V.E bites'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-7885936474212690173</id><published>2010-04-09T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:13:35.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop crying your heart out</title><content type='html'>I found this song earlier and the lyrics just got me on the spot. It's a cover made by Leona Lewis from Oasis song. I have yet to hear the original version but I like this song and the lyrics as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/duB5V_PyI9w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/duB5V_PyI9w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='font-size:10px; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Sans-serif; line-height:10px; width:300px;'&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='175'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.elyricsworld.com/scroller.swf?lid=196338&amp;speed=4' width='300' height='175' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.elyricsworld.com/stop_crying_your_heart_out_lyrics_leona_lewis.html'&gt;Stop Crying Your Heart Out lyrics&lt;/a&gt; found at &lt;a href='http://www.elyricsworld.com'&gt;elyricsworld.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-7885936474212690173?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7885936474212690173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/stop-crying-your-heart-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7885936474212690173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7885936474212690173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/stop-crying-your-heart-out.html' title='Stop crying your heart out'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-3044123099322867808</id><published>2010-04-07T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:58:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight for love</title><content type='html'>A meaningful lyric...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4umc87T5UMs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4umc87T5UMs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/4863f9db65722668/4bbc3a8363c52ad6/48b897b047e79996/a223a616/-cpid/a5ee8b4172df4a35" id="W4863f9db657226684bbc3a8363c52ad6" width="180" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/4863f9db65722668/4bbc3a8363c52ad6/48b897b047e79996/a223a616/-cpid/a5ee8b4172df4a35" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; 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It's been a very long time since I last heard this song. Though I fell in love with Mariah Carey's version long before David Cook sang it on American Idol, I love both version equally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xupwgjZLZlw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xupwgjZLZlw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/4bbc24c6dc4af424/492da13d46e17ea3/1c1052a9/-cpid/e00d0c04c49bd14" id="W492da13d111f5ab44bbc24c6dc4af424" width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/4bbc24c6dc4af424/492da13d46e17ea3/1c1052a9/-cpid/e00d0c04c49bd14" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/mariah-carey-lyrics.html"&gt;Mariah Carey Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/always-be-my-baby-lyrics-mariah-carey.html"&gt;Always Be My Baby Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-7776787383960689676?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7776787383960689676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/always-be-my-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7776787383960689676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7776787383960689676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/always-be-my-baby.html' title='Always be my baby'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-2205837782726373224</id><published>2010-04-06T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:10:48.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep holding on</title><content type='html'>This &amp;nbsp;morning I woke up and I had this song playing in my head. After all the episodes I went through, I think this song is perfect for everything. It's all about looking at things positively and giving hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h88cHh3xtBk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h88cHh3xtBk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/4bba97327630c3f3/492da13d46e17ea3/d085d51c/-cpid/8bd9bce994a736d4" height="270" id="W492da13d111f5ab44bba97327630c3f3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/4bba97327630c3f3/492da13d46e17ea3/d085d51c/-cpid/8bd9bce994a736d4" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/Avril-Lavigne-lyrics.html"&gt;Avril Lavigne Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/keep-holding-on-lyrics-avril-lavigne.html"&gt;Keep Holding On Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-2205837782726373224?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2205837782726373224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-holding-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2205837782726373224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2205837782726373224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-holding-on.html' title='Keep holding on'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-3786478576385750603</id><published>2010-03-29T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:40:15.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back to Kuching</title><content type='html'>This is my first post ever since I came back home. Nothing feels like home. Life is a bliss. My new job is a bliss. Never felt so relax after so many years working my butts off. Me and him? We're still the same. Heading to the same direction. Although, the very same obstacle is blocking the way, I just had to focus. There are things that keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back is the biggest sacrifice I have ever done. I let go of everything I have back in KL to come back to be with him everyone, particular him. My dream to be the very best in the industry just had to go for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3786478576385750603?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3786478576385750603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-back-to-kuching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3786478576385750603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3786478576385750603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-back-to-kuching.html' title='Welcome back to Kuching'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-6722242963153405376</id><published>2010-02-25T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:12:14.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One way ticket</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day in the company and a beginning of my new life. It was a hard decision to make but it's a sacrifice I have to do. I can't have both. It's either that or this. The time for me to get whatever I want is over. It's time to tone down my life. 5 years here in KL, I can be very proud of myself. I've learnt a lot and achieved a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always prayed that this day would come and it finally did. Our prayers are answered. Our wait is over. It's a 1 way ticket this time and I'm not &amp;nbsp;going anywhere anymore. It's the best Valentines and our 3rd anniversary gift for him and for the both of us. The new salary is not as great as what I'm getting now but to think of what I will have on the other hand makes me grab the opportunity. It may not be the dream job but I'll accept it. It's going to be back to square one. It's going to be like taking baby steps. One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss everything here. Memories will remain. Good and bad. I will definitely miss my job. I'll miss my foreign language learning session. Maybe I'll miss the Manager title that I have but what the heck. I know my new journey back home will be a smooth one as well. The both of us still need to convince daddy that we will be fine. He needs to convince daddy that he can take care of me. He needs to convince daddy that he won't let me go through what the cousins are going through. We will still continue to pray our relationship will withstand whatever challenges thrown at us. I need to continue to be stronger than strong even when we are so near already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of a another journey and the beginning of a new journey. The crazy girl who threw herself into a rough sea has swam back to shore and is ready to carry a new responsibility. So.... 1 way ticket to Kuching, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-6722242963153405376?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6722242963153405376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-way-ticket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/6722242963153405376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/6722242963153405376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-way-ticket.html' title='One way ticket'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-7310022173280590470</id><published>2010-02-17T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:39:46.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>People said that things happen for a reason. Maybe it's really true what they said. I got a really good news last week. Finally, my prayers are answered. The one that I've been waiting for is here for real. Feels surreal when I got the call. Even mummy shook her head when I told her this morning. Finally...my destiny can begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very excited from the news. It's just getting better each day and I'm thankful for it. Something really touched my heart the other day and I'm certain that I chose right this time. To him I trust my life with. Even if it was a small gesture, that is enough for me to be certain that this is the one I would want to grow old with and spend my days with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of what I've sacrificed in order to get to my happiness, it's worth it. All the tears and pain, it's worth it. It takes a hell of tears, pain and challenges for me to get there and now I'm almost there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-7310022173280590470?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7310022173280590470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7310022173280590470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7310022173280590470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-3741144230405052096</id><published>2010-01-21T08:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:48:45.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I gave up on everything. I'm tired of hoping already. Everyday things just gets fishier and it's just too heavy for me to carry on. Painful and hurtful as it was, I had to do it. It's for the best. I don't want him to be with me for all the wrong reason. I don't want to be the rebound girl even if I'm his 1st love or whatsoever. I don't want the both of us to regret about the whole relationship in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he wants the relationship as badly as I am, if he sees the both of us together in the future as a family, if he wants to grow old with me as much as I want to grow old with him, &amp;nbsp;then he has to prove it to me. Words can just be words. Promises are just words. But if words comes out from the heart and he meant every single word of it, it would differentiate between lust and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, he has all the answers. He can lie to me a million times about her but he can't lie to himself. If it's me he chose, then I'm thankful. If it isn't then I'll be fine. I owe myself that. At least I gave it a shot. I just had to do this. I would rather get hurt now than get hurt later on. I would rather cry my eyes out now than later. I'm &amp;nbsp;going to find a way to make it without him. I'll make baby steps. I know I have a lot of people would love me and would want to see me stand up again. All I have to do is to gather all my strength and courage. Crying will not help. I've learnt this over and over again in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I'm trying to heal the pain. I had enough crying last night. Even Acu cried with me when she heard it. She always thought that I finally found my happiness. Unfortunately, my happiness is long beyond everything I could ever imagine. It could never happen even. The chances? I dare not say. She needs him more than I do. I'll be fine being alone. I can take care of myself like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="425" width="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9EJTuR0ytQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9EJTuR0ytQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7131643322766719514-3741144230405052096?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3741144230405052096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3741144230405052096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3741144230405052096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken-again.html' title='Broken again'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-3456617671174801085</id><published>2010-01-19T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:44:20.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of a girl</title><content type='html'>People said the best thing to get over with your past is to let it out. So here I am giving it a try. Not sure if this will work or not but I'll give it a shot and see if it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first love, W was a water polo player. Met him at a library...(yes yes. I should be studying not looking at guys.) He has the look and the bod and he has that smile that could melt anyone down. So there I was melt by the charm. Never know why on earth I did I get myself involved with an&amp;nbsp;athlete. I was his cheerleader whenever he has a match. But we were not long. I can't remember how long. Why? Something happened. He was snatched away from me by my own classmate. The girls saw them once in Saberkas and told me about it. But I didn't believe them until I saw them with my own eyes. That moment I felt like the whole Saberkas was going to fall on me. From that day,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I made up my mind. It's either her or me I said. I remembered the maid keep telling me he was on the line or in front of my house but I couldn't be bothered to see him. I asked her to chase him away. And then, instead of waiting for his reply, I made the decision myself. I backed out. After that day, I don't know where he is. The last time I heard, he was in Baltimore. Migrated there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd love, J was the school's athlete. I think he was a mistake. I never like him at all. Went along with him because I pity him. He was sweet and all but he made the whole entire school know about it. And knowing what Gerald Lee will do to the students who actually had relationship during school just send shivers down the spine. He was hard to leave. I gave him every single reason to leave but he just wouldn't budge. Until I had to be really harsh towards him then only he would leave me alone. Even during my exam days, he asked my friend if he could meet me but I couldn't be bothered. This is the shortest relationship ever. 1 solid week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3rd love, B was from the same school. Funny how I ended up with boys in the same school. B was fun to be with. Funny and has a good sense of humour. But unfortunately, it didn't go far. One day he came up to me and said that he is a gay. I was shocked until I was totally completely speechless. The girls kept asking me what did I do wrong until he ended up becoming a gay. So, that was it. We went our own ways and never kept contact after that. Too hurt I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4th love, H was a total bastard, a money digger. Everyone told me that he is a no good dude but I just wouldn't listen. He's a cool guy but unfortunately I was too blind to see everything until 1 fateful day. Saw him with another girl and at that point, I dumped him on the spot. I can't explain how hurt I was at that time. Even kor kor couldn't calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After H, I started to be afraid to fall in love again. I began to build this defense around me. I was cold and bitter and mean. Meaner than what I did to G when we were in school. I guess that was when I start to change. From the bubbly girl everyone knew to someone who holds back a lot of things. To someone who is vulnerable and fragile. I was like that for 2 years until A came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A was an old friend from college. When he asked me that question, I became scared. I was afraid that I might get hurt again. I even came up with the silliest excuse ever. Then, as the days go by, I realised that I had fallen in love with him. I loved for 4 years. I've sacrificed a lot for him throughout the 4 years. When he got sick, I rushed over to see him if he's ok or not. When he went his hernia surgery, I sent him to the airport at 4am. When he lost his car, I borrowed my car for him to use and I used the train to go to work. When he doesn't have any money, I borrowed mine. Everytime when he didn't answer my call or reply my text message, I would tell myself maybe he's busy. I would tell myself that all the time until I got tired. Then, when I saw pictures of him with another girl, my heart dropped. So, I asked him who is she, he only said that she is just a friend. Friend won't kiss a friend and be super friendly. But I forgave him. Along the way, I found some other girls email to him telling him "I love you(s)" and him telling them "I love you(s)". My mistake was that I gave him another chance. Babah knew something was awfully wrong with the picture but he didn't tell me because he knew I won't listen. He was the reason I came here. He was the reason why I bought my house all the way in Serdang and I called it "Our house". Everything in my thought at that moment was about us. Everytime I went shopping, I would think about him. I would asked him if he wanted anything. And 1 fateful day, I saw a text message on my phone (we swapped phones often). At 8am, he sent a message saying "I love you, sayang" to a 013 number which obviously was not my number. That was the day my heart felt something is wrong somewhere. Then, one day Aida told me that he told her he met this girl and they planned to get married. The best part, when Aida asked him what about me. He told her that I'm just a friend to him. Friend don't sleep with friend. Friend don't screw friend. I may be stupidly in love but I still know what do friends do. &amp;nbsp;Everyday I asked myself what have I done wrong in my past that I deserved all this. I cried myself to sleep every single night and day thinking about it. It took me months for me to pick myself up and able to stand up again. Then I started to build a strong defense around me again. Enough is enough for me. I don't deserve any of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until last November when G and I found each other again. I was scared to death when he asked me. I didn't want myself to get hurt again. This time if I get myself hurt again, I don't know if I could ever pick myself up and stand up again. Then I started praying so that I could be strong. I guess it was by God's good grace that He wants me to open up my heart to G. I always know He has his way and plan for us. But G? Someone who I totally ignored for 14 years? Someone who once asked me if I would like to go out for Valentines with him. The funniest part of all, he still feel the same way about me just like 14 years ago. I laughed hard at that thought and I decided to take him. If we were meant for each other, then it's fine. If it's not, at least I gave it a shot. Even mummy was surprised when I told her. She never thought that Ucu has a &amp;nbsp;brother same age as me. &amp;nbsp; But as the day goes by, I slowly try to love him and I did. Never thought I'll feel this way but I did. Now, I love &amp;nbsp;him so much until I got scared again. Scared that I might get hurt again or scared that I might lose him. Although, I know he loves me more than he ever did, I still feel scared. The 'what if(s)' questions came back. I would like to give me heart and my trust completely to him, I'm still scared. I'm still holding back my past. I don't want to &amp;nbsp;go down the same I went down previously. The thought of it still haunts me to this very day even after G proposed to me. I thought I was ready to start a life with him, but I was wrong. Emotionally I was not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to hurt you this way. I'm sorry to make you wait again. But if I want this to work, I've got to get over my fear and give you my trust. I hope you understand this. I love you so much and I'm scared to lose you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3456617671174801085?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3456617671174801085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/confession-of-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3456617671174801085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3456617671174801085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/confession-of-girl.html' title='Confession of a girl'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-3185804623039872470</id><published>2010-01-18T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:00:22.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing 2nd month</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the 2nd month for my relationship with G and I survived. Although, there were hiccups along the way, I still managed to pull it through. I'm looking at the brighter side of things. There are so many people who are in a long distance relationship but they manage to pull it through. Pricey but someone has to sacrifice. If ticket is forever RM208 return, I would definitely fly back whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding is being postponed or probably hold back until I'm fully ready. I thought I was emotionally ready but apparently I was not. I'm still holding back my trust issue. Sometimes I asked myself what did I do wrong that people keep hurting me until I'm afraid to trust anyone anymore. But I was lucky I suppose. G understood what I'm going through and he didn't push me at all. I felt &amp;nbsp;bad because he has to wait for me again. But if he's really meant for me, I would wait regardless what. If he's not then I'll be fine. At least I gave it a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3185804623039872470?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3185804623039872470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazing-2nd-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3185804623039872470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3185804623039872470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazing-2nd-month.html' title='Amazing 2nd month'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-5862365612077348671</id><published>2010-01-06T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:48:34.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so blessed</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up feeling wonderful. Looking at the clear blue sky makes me feel bright and sunny. Not because I had the most wonderful dream of my life...my wedding. It's really scary, you know. Especially if single tiny detail are left out. But hell...the wedding is not tomorrow or anytime soon. So, planning and preparations are very very important to avoid everyone going nuts on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I've confirmed my maid of &amp;nbsp;honor, my makeup artist, my hairstylist and my organist. And I just have to say this. I am so blessed I have friends are simply&amp;nbsp;ecstatic&amp;nbsp;about the whole event. Anit will be my organist...she better be and don't pretend she hurt her finger or watsoever like what she used to do last time. I'll kill her and feed her to the crocs. And so Sharon Stone and Genie of the lamp will be my maid of honor. So...who said I cannot get the biggest name in Hollywood and Walt Disney to be my maid of honor. I'm the best. What can I say. So anyway, to continue. I told Boy this morning about the news and he has agreed to be my makeup artist and my hairstylist and my 'runway diva extraordinare'. I dare to say, the photoshoot will be a top one and the walking down the aisle will be a blown away thing. Ever seen a bride glide down the aisle before? Stay tune to find out...I'm &amp;nbsp;going to blow everyone off their seat...including poor Father Aries and my poor G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...this is going to be a very private and personal event. I must make sure it stays that way. No circus. No people who pretend &amp;nbsp;they are your friend. Families whom you only see once in a blue moon and then never see them again. This is strictly family and very close friend event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I wish the girls are with me to help pick out my dress. It'll be super noisy. I can imagine that. Too &amp;nbsp;noisy until we get kicked out of the shop. Hahahha. What can I say. The 5 of us are always very noisy since school. Noisy or not, it's the best thing a person can get in her lifetime. Her bestest friends with her thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people....strike a pose...find the light (oh..I can so hear Boy's voice in my ear now)...hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-5862365612077348671?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5862365612077348671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5862365612077348671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5862365612077348671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-blessed.html' title='I&apos;m so blessed'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-2121255602226242960</id><published>2010-01-05T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:03:27.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a few days after I celebrate New Year (so-called celebrate even if me and Manet stayed at home watching tv) when out of nowhere G asked me THE question. And there goes my romantic proposal which is sooooo not romantic at all. It's weird all of a sudden. I've seen friends and families got married and I never once thought I would joining the bandwagon. I've always wonder how does one know that it is the right time and it is the right person. I know mummy and daddy know G and is okay with him being with me but seriously deep down I'm still scared. Things that happened to me all this while played by itself all over again like a broken record. The what ifs came back like it never left. All of that seems like a mystery itself. What did I tell him? I told him as long as we do it the right way, I'm fine. Generic answer which doesn't seem to convince him enough. I keep asking myself questions and I keep praying that 1 day I'll find the answer. I always believe that God has His way around us and I gave my life up to Him to decide what is best and who is best. I just hope that my decision is not a wrong one and my sacrifice is not a wrong one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning has to start now if we want it to be this year. Trust me, it's not easy to cramp a year's preparation into something that is like 3 4 months. It has to start with a theme...which I really have no idea at all. But... I was lucky that Acu is willing to be my wedding planner. So that saves me a hell loads of time. All I need to do is do the checklist and make sure everything runs smoothly without any hiccups. Even if it's not going to be the dream wedding I always dream of (ceremony in St. Paul's London, a ride in a Bentley or Rolls Royce), at least I want it to have a personal touch to it. Down to the very small detail. Simple and sweet and it has to be a story I will tell my children one day. So, who say a 1 year planning cannot be cramp into a 3 4 months work? You are dealing with a Project Manager here, darling. Anything can happen. If it's according to schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gown. I have exactly what I want in my mind for the gown. It won't &amp;nbsp;be the normal typical boring type of wedding gown. It'll be simple, sweet, elegant and chic altogether. Not much details on it. It'll be something like a cross between Merlin and Lord of the Rings. I just want to blow everyone present in church away by it...especially G. I don't care much about the hand bouquet because the dress speaks for itself. Maybe a stalk of lily will add to the accessory. Anyhow, we'll see about the updates. I know Acu is like super excited already about her new task. That is the least I can do for her to get her mind of some guy who broke her heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-2121255602226242960?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2121255602226242960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2121255602226242960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2121255602226242960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-8731244950309451374</id><published>2009-12-30T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:33:12.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009 ... Welcome 2010</title><content type='html'>Another gone by. It's the end of another year. The end of another chapter. Some people may would want to look back at ponder what have they achieve or maybe did they manage to fulfill their New Year resolution. A lot of things happen to me this year. Not so good ones mostly. I don't know if I should ever look back and think about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only people are celebrating the year end, I &amp;nbsp;guess I'll be celebrating my monthsary (if there is such a word). I made it through for the past 1 month being apart from G. The feeling of torn apart is still there. The tears is still there. I don't know how long I can be stronger than strong. Everytime when things happen in my life, I have to pick myself up and be strong. Now, when I thought I don't have to be strong, I found telling myself just to be strong. And at that point of time, I found out why most people said that long distance relationship never works. There's too many challenges. Too many temptations around us. But at the end of the day, it is up to you whether or not you're strong enough to battle it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to expect from 2010. I seriously don't know. The only thing that I do know, I hope that my decision to go back for good just to be with him is not the biggest mistake I've made. I know that I cannot have everything and that I have to sacrifice something in order to get another thing. I'm willing to sacrifice my dream in order to be with him and the only thing I wish right now is that I am not making a huge mistake for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-8731244950309451374?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8731244950309451374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009-welcome-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8731244950309451374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8731244950309451374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009-welcome-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2009 ... Welcome 2010'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-2146512683874970330</id><published>2009-12-07T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:44:45.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Theme</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas time again. Feels that time flew really fast. Seems like only yesterday we celebrated New Year and here we are again...celebrating Christmas. Mid Valley's Christmas theme this year is all about castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrqdQE3yI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HbH9p64zgjQ/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrqdQE3yI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HbH9p64zgjQ/s320/DSC00715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrhzxL08I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ckK4aYlk_pk/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrhzxL08I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ckK4aYlk_pk/s320/DSC00711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrfaqICjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jmjPJnLw_CY/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrfaqICjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jmjPJnLw_CY/s320/DSC00710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrkOo5oHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jC6Ug-_r8AI/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrkOo5oHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jC6Ug-_r8AI/s320/DSC00712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrmNv3SPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eNZk2TjnT_U/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrmNv3SPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eNZk2TjnT_U/s320/DSC00713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxroU0ahuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ecU7YSxC3wk/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxroU0ahuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ecU7YSxC3wk/s320/DSC00714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My Christmas this year will be totally different. It's my 1st Christmas together with G and I hope it won't be the last.&amp;nbsp; &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/7131643322766719514-2146512683874970330?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2146512683874970330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-theme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2146512683874970330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2146512683874970330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-theme.html' title='Christmas Theme'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SxxrqdQE3yI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HbH9p64zgjQ/s72-c/DSC00715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131643322766719514.post-4838153537184264305</id><published>2009-12-07T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:39:06.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>After a year of heartbreaking moments and endless teary nights, I finally found someone who love me for real. Surprising as it is, I guess I ought to be thankful. It's true what people said. You never know that the right person is right next to you until you fall flat on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe G actually waited for me for 14 years. Who would wait for someone that long? That's a decade and a half. I guess I was touched by this and besides, I wanted to take my chances. Like what Acu said, if he's really the one for me, that's great. If he isn't, then at least I gave it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and mummy knew about this and as expected, it didn't went well. Daddy wanted me to find someone who has the same education level. That of course dampen my spirit but G was optimistic. Besides, so what if that person has a higher education level but I'm not happy? At the end of the day, it is whether I'm genuinely happy or force myself to be happy for the sake of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance relationship really tested the both of us. I was never a fan of long distance relationship. There are too much pain than sweetness in it. But for the sake of G and my new beginning with him, I have to be stronger than strong. If I can go through hell, I think I can go through this. As much as I love him every single day, I had to be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-4838153537184264305?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4838153537184264305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/4838153537184264305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/4838153537184264305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-7209252310237710106</id><published>2009-10-22T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:43:46.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First posting via mobile</title><content type='html'>So many exciting things happened during the absence postings. But first, I found a new job. Finally after 3 months. Feels so good about it. Now, I have to train my eyes not to sleep too much. This is going to be fun &amp; exciting. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that happened was I was chosen to be a brand ambassador for a skincare product. Weird, isn't it? I've completely forgotten that I actually applied for it &amp; out of nowhere the girl send me an email saying I was chosen. But of course, she will need to meet me before she could confirm anything. Interesting, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh...this posting was fully done via my phone. My super canggih phone. Didn't regret getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop here. Til then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-7209252310237710106?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7209252310237710106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-posting-via-mobile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7209252310237710106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7209252310237710106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-posting-via-mobile.html' title='First posting via mobile'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-7449813674600198807</id><published>2009-09-13T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:52:33.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all coming back to me</title><content type='html'>Like a broken record, it's all coming back to me again. Things happened last year. Things I went through started flashing in front of my eyes like some movie. The first time is the last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget all those moments in life? Should I run and hide? Just so that I can forget everything happened before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-7449813674600198807?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7449813674600198807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-all-coming-back-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7449813674600198807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7449813674600198807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-all-coming-back-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s all coming back to me'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-2738889684858572288</id><published>2009-09-03T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:32:07.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kakinovel.com/PgSenaraiDisplay55.asp?G=&amp;amp;GV=458&amp;amp;PageIndex=3&amp;amp;GFB=Ulasan&amp;amp;ItemPerPage=5&amp;amp;BtnBack=1"&gt;http://www.kakinovel.com/PgSenaraiDisplay55.asp?G=&amp;amp;GV=458&amp;amp;PageIndex=3&amp;amp;GFB=Ulasan&amp;amp;ItemPerPage=5&amp;amp;BtnBack=1&lt;/a&gt;And so I'm still writing my novel. Last Saturday I went over to the bookstore just to get a BM storybook. Just to learn and see how the way the authors write. The book that I got was rather interesting. The way the author wrote it was rather simple as well. The plot and storyline was simple yet touching. It's all about everyone's everyday of life. It's all about the love story about a girl and it could happen to just anyone. It may not be the best book or a book written by Jefferey Archer or Sidney Sheldon or any other best-selling authors but I believe even Malaysian authors can go further as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a sneak peak of the book I bought and read, here is &lt;a href="http://www.kakinovel.com/PgSenaraiDisplay55.asp?G=&amp;amp;GV=458&amp;amp;PageIndex=3&amp;amp;GFB=Ulasan&amp;amp;ItemPerPage=5&amp;amp;BtnBack=1"&gt;Cintaku Satu by Emy Hazza&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/Sp9wwdQUanI/AAAAAAAAALo/__AV6KXaF_s/s1600-h/2457451Final+-+CKS+%28Cover%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/Sp9wwdQUanI/AAAAAAAAALo/__AV6KXaF_s/s320/2457451Final+-+CKS+%28Cover%29.jpg" /&gt;&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/7131643322766719514-2738889684858572288?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2738889684858572288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/09/novel-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2738889684858572288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2738889684858572288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/09/novel-update.html' title='Novel update'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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/_OUinjFJ-1uU/Sp9wwdQUanI/AAAAAAAAALo/__AV6KXaF_s/s72-c/2457451Final+-+CKS+%28Cover%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131643322766719514.post-1166296876740981741</id><published>2009-08-26T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:53:16.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Attempt</title><content type='html'>Today I made my first attempt to write in BM after receiving so many requests. I never wrote anything in BM before so the feeling is a bit weird, hard&amp;nbsp;and not to mention SLOWcompare to writing in English. But it's good to be a versatile. Writing in both languages is a good preparation. Who knows one day, I will have to write things in BM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the prologue. Now still cracking my head how to write the first chapter. I may want to change a lot of things and the draft could ended up with so many drafts. The plot is very simple. It's the everyday life of anyone and it's totally fictional. I really hope I can pull this through and hopefully I could sell it to some publishing house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just wait along the way and see how it goes. It could be fun. I have the girls to do proof reading on it so this should be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tangisanharilebaran.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tangisan Hari Lebaran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-1166296876740981741?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1166296876740981741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-attempt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/1166296876740981741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/1166296876740981741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-attempt.html' title='First Attempt'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-2559664621642358849</id><published>2009-08-20T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:36:00.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnite blogging</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for my eyes to slowly closing down and while waiting I was thinking why not drop some words here. I've been writing whole day and I'm still not tired of writing. It's true what people said. If you are doing something you love, you can just go on and on and on without feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ...or was it yesterday (since it's already 00:27) was Boy's burfday. I feel that we grew up too fast. Feels like only yesterday the both of us playing under the house with his mom shouting at us to go up and don't play under the house. And then there she was feeding the both of us using the same plate. And then there she was making us go to sleep. When mummy forgot to put my milk bottle into the bag, aunty would make me use his milk bottle. We actually shared milk bottle at one point. Hahahha. If I can travel through time, I'd like to relive those moments again. The thoughts of my childhood can easily brings a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...what would happen to me? It's still very much a mystery. Mystery of life. So what they say. If only we know what is going to happen to us in the future, then it won't be called a mystery. Take everything 1 step at a time. That is what everyone has been telling. Maybe there is some truth behind it. If we take everything all in one go, then there will be no thrill and no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope and pray that the sun will continue to shine and blessings keep coming in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-2559664621642358849?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2559664621642358849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/midnite-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2559664621642358849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2559664621642358849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/midnite-blogging.html' title='Midnite blogging'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-780782973777157470</id><published>2009-08-10T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:34:30.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kek Lapis Sarawak</title><content type='html'>It's that time again. The most spoken Kek Lapis Sarawak. I'm taking in orders from today until ....errr....before all of you balik kampung. Spread the news. Spread the love. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368218957200601202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/Sn--sxR1sHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WUPkvkkH55U/s320/kuih.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368218453596907490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/Sn--PdNXJ-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/sLuqFNL3PK8/s320/kuih.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-780782973777157470?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/780782973777157470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/kek-lapis-sarawak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/780782973777157470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/780782973777157470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/kek-lapis-sarawak.html' title='Kek Lapis Sarawak'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/Sn--sxR1sHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WUPkvkkH55U/s72-c/kuih.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131643322766719514.post-2585144265360743065</id><published>2009-08-07T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:42:06.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day as an article writer</title><content type='html'>My first day as an article writer went pretty well. I got RM10 for today. A good start for a newbie. I learnt a lot today. Hope that would make me improve and be a better writer. Writing again was so much fun. I never thought I would write again after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I managed to dig up my old stories I posted on Winglin. I even told Jackie about the stories I wrote. Just looking back at the stories made me wanting to write more than just article, product review or web content. I want to write stories again. Stories that touched everyone's heart like I used to. And who knows I can get my stories publish and  make it into a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case one day I would like to read my work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id=":11o" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/cookiemonster/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.winglin.net/&lt;wbr&gt;fanfic/cookiemonster/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;= this is the 1st one. Not really that awesome. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/twinklestarr/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/&lt;wbr&gt;twinklestarr/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;= the 2nd one. Was ok&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/synergy/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.winglin.net/&lt;wbr&gt;fanfic/synergy/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;= this is the last one. &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/7131643322766719514-2585144265360743065?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2585144265360743065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-as-article-writer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2585144265360743065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/2585144265360743065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-as-article-writer.html' title='First day as an article writer'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-7279172194454720273</id><published>2009-08-06T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:55:05.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first biggest step</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a week since I last tendered my resignation and enjoying life to the max. It's the biggest step I have ever taken in my life so far. And not to mention... unprepared. The decision was actually in my head for some time but I guess I don't have enough courage to go for it until last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was it being unemployed? Well, it was fun and very relax. No stress. No more skipping meals. No one to chase you left and right. It is ... peaceful. Very peaceful. Although, I miss my colleagues once in a while. I missed our usual gossip. I missed my usual free Thai and Pinoy language lesson. What can I say. I was pushed to the limits. Everything that happened was just too much. I lose weight. I skipped too many meals. It's just getting too bad. It used to make me happy. My previous position. And now it doesn't anymore. I felt miserable every single day and my guts were struggling to get free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm officially unemployed, I have the whole time in the whole world. While waiting for another next opportunity, I'm going to do some freelancing. At least there will be some money coming in while waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-7279172194454720273?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7279172194454720273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-biggest-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7279172194454720273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7279172194454720273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-biggest-step.html' title='My first biggest step'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-6100493243878333992</id><published>2009-07-26T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:29:04.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone a good film director ... A tribute to Yasmin Ahmad</title><content type='html'>I personally do not know her. Never met her. Never understand her movies. But I do understand her message in all her work. I remembered all the Petronas TVCs that she made. Very touching. I hate to admit it but I shed tears when I 1st saw the 2006 Hari Raya TVC. It's just too moving. It totally speaks of modern day children. I remembered the day the CD of the Hari Raya and Deepavali TVC came to my hand. I watched both TVC over and over again until I get goosebumps. It's just too moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night, one of the countries great film director passed away peacefully. Her work will be deeply missed. Her legacy will continue. There'll be no one to do a moving Petronas TVC like she did. No matter a festive one or a Merdeka one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are sets of Petronas TVCs that I remembered and worked with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 : Chinese New Year, Merdeka, Hari Raya and Deepavali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fHa6FBO1OY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fHa6FBO1OY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KcOg6RF6XOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KcOg6RF6XOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFt5C3nmOOY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFt5C3nmOOY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Q4VSdOtfNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Q4VSdOtfNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Yasmin .... we will never forget you and your great work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-6100493243878333992?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6100493243878333992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-good-film-director-tribute-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/6100493243878333992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/6100493243878333992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-good-film-director-tribute-to.html' title='Gone a good film director ... A tribute to Yasmin Ahmad'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-528820362920789345</id><published>2009-07-24T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:05:46.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 31 begins in 7 more days</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a lonely one this year. Lonely and a bit weird. But I'll manage....I think. It's always the same every year. Lonely....alone. Just that there's no one close to the heart. No one will call me at 12 midnite sharp just to sing Happy Birthday song. It's just going to be me, myself and I all by myself in my room in my house. Am I going to be sad? Yes, I am. But that's the truth now. That's how it's going to be. That's the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 31 is like a dream. I never thought myself being 30 when I was little. I never made plans on what to do, where am I going to be, who am I going to be. And when the time comes, I can't believe I was already 30. The mark of mid-life. A stage of life where everyone said you get your total freedom. A stage where everyone would say "I'm having a mid-life crisis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...I guess I'll have to swallow everything. Sad or happy. Tragic or untragic. Life has to move on. I will have to forget about "I have everything in life but I have no one to share it with". I'm afterall....Single and Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-528820362920789345?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/528820362920789345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-31-begins-in-7-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/528820362920789345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/528820362920789345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-31-begins-in-7-more-days.html' title='Chapter 31 begins in 7 more days'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-5884720863834654792</id><published>2009-07-07T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:58:42.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip down to SG</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a travelogue from yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew in via &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.tigerairways.com/" title="Tiger Airways" rel="homepage"&gt;Tiger Airways&lt;/a&gt; on their 1st flight out from &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LCCT" title="LCCT" rel="wikipedia"&gt;LCCT&lt;/a&gt;. The plane...i think it's a bit smaller than &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.airasia.com/" title="AirAsia" rel="homepage"&gt;Air Asia&lt;/a&gt; but the seats are much better than Air Asia. Air Asia seats are like trying to make you sit in a proper sitting position. Remember how our mothers told us always to sit up straight. That is how Air Asia seats are. But Tiger was in a slightly relax position. The stewardess uniform was the simplest uniform I've ever seen in my whole entire life flying here and there. They only wore a yellow t-shirt, a pair of black jeans, a tiger stripe scarf and their name tag. I guess if they are not on duty, they can just go out wearing that and no one would guess they are Tiger's stewardess. Very very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left KL in an early morning rain. I was so scared that my flight will be delayed but apparently they flew on time. Sharp 8:45am. There was a bit of turbulence because of the bad weather in KL but later on, it was ok. And on the plane, I was wearing my mask because dear Celine asked me to wear the mask inside the flight. While the plane were having some turbulence, and my mask was on I felt suffocated the entire journey. All for the sake of Celine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 50 mins flight, I landed at Changi T3 and the evening that I arrived, Singapore started raining heavily. It kinda spoil the whole plan to walk around. But me and Aida managed to spend time just sitting at the riverbank while waiting for the rain to stop. It was so nice and relaxing just to sit there and do nothing. The view...priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlPveljQDRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jeM8RJtfMzU/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlPveljQDRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jeM8RJtfMzU/s320/DSC00628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355887690628730130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           One day I would stay at the Fullerton's Hotel. The most expensive hotel in SG. But for now, I can only see it from far ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlPveaM_i-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RvyPL8D-HpI/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlPveaM_i-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RvyPL8D-HpI/s320/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355887687582583778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Another priceless view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlPvePbkehI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TmtZqM9yT5c/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlPvePbkehI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TmtZqM9yT5c/s320/DSC00626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355887684690934290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       The building across the river is exquisite. It's very colonial. I can just stay there and look at it for a very long time without getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...I must write about the hotel I stayed on Sunday. It's call The Royal Peacock Hotel. The whole environment around that place makes me feel as if I'm staying in Melaka. Because of the old architecture and building. It's so authentic and historic. My room was just nice for 1 person only. Just like what they advertised. The bed was like a sleigh so I felt as if I was going for a sleigh ride in my dreams. Early Christmas...One more...the painting inside the room. It's a peacock painting. Hotel's name is already The Royal Peacock and the painting inside the room is a peacock painting. No wonder it's called The Royal Peacock. But no..I didn't come out looking or acting like a peacock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP0St1DvtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mwfMScFYzso/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP0St1DvtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mwfMScFYzso/s320/DSC00622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355892984250613458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         A sleigh ride in my dream on a sleigh looking bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP0S7h_GYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VhbGrQDVvbs/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP0S7h_GYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VhbGrQDVvbs/s320/DSC00623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355892987928713602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        The view of the entire room. Can only fit 1 person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP0TY3sQDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UqMIqrwIfgk/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP0TY3sQDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UqMIqrwIfgk/s320/DSC00624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355892995804381234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          The door, the bathroom door and the wardrobe. The bathroom door looks like a food cupboard's door ...and it has no lock. You just have to open like any other cupboard and close it like any other cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP0TqLH89I/AAAAAAAAAH8/f6SG-LckDEE/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP0TqLH89I/AAAAAAAAAH8/f6SG-LckDEE/s320/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355893000449291218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Here is the signature painting. A peacock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I moved to the official hotel for my stay. Ibis Singapore on Bencoolen. The 1st thing that came into my mind when I came across the word Bencoolen was Phileo's Hotel 81. This hotel....kinda made no justice to what they advertise. At all. Before I flew in, I was browsing through the website and the pictures are like ...so tempting and luxury and nice. But the moment I stepped in, I was speechless. It was really a basic standard room. I mean, my peacock hotel is not as basic as this. This hotel has a doorless wardrobe, no dressing table, the minibar is like ...doesn't look like a minibar at all. Oh...one more thing. The mattress is really hard. It's like sleeping on pieces of wood. If I had to pay for all this...I would rather stay at peacock. At least the bed looks nice. The mattress was slightly soft. Although the building looks ancient but hell...I like antiques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP1cNA8HwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RrH3FgDUV_0/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP1cNA8HwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RrH3FgDUV_0/s320/DSC00632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355894246752395010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is the front view. A table and a so-called sofa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP1cWK14NI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jUF8t6kNxYA/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP1cWK14NI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jUF8t6kNxYA/s320/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355894249209848018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of the entire room. Never trust pictures the hotel posted on their website. They're deceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP1c-JAz0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mIPIoKLFqHo/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP1c-JAz0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mIPIoKLFqHo/s320/DSC00634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355894259939594050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP1dGIKAxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uK8xychPEew/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP1dGIKAxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uK8xychPEew/s320/DSC00635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355894262083486482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The TV. Amazingly, the hotel has branded the TV with the name of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP2Ldny8II/AAAAAAAAAIs/9TEmKGsMitk/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP2Ldny8II/AAAAAAAAAIs/9TEmKGsMitk/s320/DSC00636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355895058664190082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two single bed. So close to each other that you can simply touch the other bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP9NPsA8zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ASTd7Zlg0rA/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlP9NPsA8zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ASTd7Zlg0rA/s320/DSC00631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355902785864921906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wardrobe without a door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh well...looking at all this, I miss my bed and my mattress already. And I can't wait to go home and sleep on my bed and my mattress. Can't wait to go back home tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/943a8904-2551-4af9-8b30-69b8e37bbfa6/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=943a8904-2551-4af9-8b30-69b8e37bbfa6" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-5884720863834654792?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5884720863834654792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-down-to-sg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5884720863834654792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5884720863834654792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-down-to-sg.html' title='Trip down to SG'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUinjFJ-1uU/SlPveljQDRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jeM8RJtfMzU/s72-c/DSC00628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131643322766719514.post-8718493962034166873</id><published>2009-07-01T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:12:54.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 31</title><content type='html'>It's 1st of July today and I guess it's time for me to sit down and start thinking what have I done for the past 6 months and what have I achieved for the past 6 months before I start to pen down my chapter 31 end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...all I can say is that life has it's ups and downs. I started off with a very rocky start. The nasty breakup and everything and I found out that the thing never actually happened and all. It was heartbreaking and I thought I could never stand up and walk straight ahead again. But I had friends who gave me their support continuously up til today and I really appreciate it. Also, I had my 2nd father who nags at me non-stop and tried to plant that the bastarda was only using me. I really really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the achy breaky heart, I also started job taking over from Ai Sze. Not my cup of tea, I must say but I had to do it because it's something I'm good at. But I survived until today. Despite everything. And...I must say this. I've been with my company for 1 year last 1st of June. So...yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another more thing which I can say I so-called achieve, I managed to clear off all my credit card oustanding. So...I'm officially cardless and I'm no longer a slave to the plastic money. Having paying everything in cash is so much better than having plastic money. It feels so good and the burden on my head feels lifted up high after all that. Now, sleeping at night is so much better than the previous months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after all that, I guess I can start writing my Chapter 31. I don't know what is going to happen in Chapter 31. Whether or not it's going to be something interesting? Or something surprising... I don't know. We just have to wait and see what happens next. One thing I know for sure, the beginning of Chapter 31 is very much the same like any other chapters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-8718493962034166873?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8718493962034166873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8718493962034166873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8718493962034166873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-31.html' title='Chapter 31'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-8338642179604276700</id><published>2009-06-17T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:11:38.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entourage</title><content type='html'>I often wonder what would everyone think of entourage? Good? Bad? Hassle? I have a quite interesting story that I just need to write it down. I found it rather amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday late evening as I was driving home from work, suddenly I heard the rider's siren from behind. That was along the KL-&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=2.71666666667,101.95&amp;amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;amp;q=2.71666666667,101.95%20%28Seremban%29&amp;amp;t=h" title="Seremban" rel="geolocation"&gt;Seremban&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Highway" title="Highway" rel="wikipedia"&gt;highway&lt;/a&gt;. You know how busy that highway is all the time. And then the rider kept telling all the drivers who are on the 3rd lane to move to the 1st lane. And there's this Myvi who was on the 3rd lane trying to move into the 1st lane but somehow couldn't make it through. So the uncle kept driving on the 2nd lane. 1 by 1 of the rider kept signalling for the uncle to move out from the 2nd lane but he somehow didn't budge. 2nd entourage came and the uncle was still in the 2nd lane. It's either he did not understand the signal or he just couldn't be bothered. I mean we paid for the roadtax as well, why should I bow down at you. Who the hell do you think you are? The &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sultan" title="Sultan" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Sultan&lt;/a&gt;? If it was the Sultan, I would understand that I need to clear off the road. But if you're just a commoner like me, why would I even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the uncle stayed on the 2nd lane until 3 entourages passed by then only he moved over. I was driving on the 1st lane all the time looked at the uncle and was really amused by how he stayed on the 2nd lane and he was the ONLY car on the 2nd lane. All the other cars has already moved to the 1st lane. Whoever you are uncle, I really salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've been staying in a house which faces the highway, everyday I would see entourage passed by. And imagine this. The queue at the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toll_road" title="Toll road" rel="wikipedia"&gt;toll plaza&lt;/a&gt; was super long and then suddenly along came the rider and the entourage cutting all the queues. Wonder how would the rest of the drivers feel? I know how I would feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/8e90df13-a1e5-45f9-8447-5e38e7df5653/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=8e90df13-a1e5-45f9-8447-5e38e7df5653" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-8338642179604276700?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8338642179604276700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/entourage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8338642179604276700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8338642179604276700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/entourage.html' title='Entourage'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-3686661722548508360</id><published>2009-06-14T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:27:32.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sago worm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sago'/><title type='text'>Old time favourite - Flerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 250px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14183017@N00/1248213335"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1092/1248213335_d19fbc1021_m.jpg" alt="1 fried sago worms" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14183017@N00/1248213335"&gt;babe_kl&lt;/a&gt; via Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The last time I had this was ........ I lost count but it has been a while. Some might find eating worms a sadistic habit but I grew up eating this. I remember when I was a little girl, my late babeh would go and chop down the sago tree to look for this yummies. And I must tell you this. These worms doesn't come everyday. They normally have a season for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way of cooking ... you may barbeque this, you may stir fry it. Up to you how you wish to cook it. My old time favourite way ... barbeque it. I used to play with it before babeh end their lives. These worms can bite, mind you. Oh...did I say that it contains lots of fats. I mean LOTS of fats. I remember I ate these worms too much until I vomitted during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more thing you should know about this....these worms doesn't come cheap. The last time I saw it in Sunday Market, they sold it like 20cents for each worm. That was years ago. So right now, expect some increase in the price.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever people say about this worms, sadistic habit or not, I'm proud to say that I grew up eating local delicacies as this. Even brother dearest doesn't get the chance to eat it. This kind of food will soon be forgotten because what I heard right now, there are less sago tree being planted. Either that, or people don't know how to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/b92aa797-b067-4cd3-bd25-de68fdba009b/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=b92aa797-b067-4cd3-bd25-de68fdba009b" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3686661722548508360?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3686661722548508360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-time-favourite-flerk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3686661722548508360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3686661722548508360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-time-favourite-flerk.html' title='Old time favourite - Flerk'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1092/1248213335_d19fbc1021_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131643322766719514.post-3509228018063134367</id><published>2009-06-14T17:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:32:17.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terong asam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarawak laksa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarawak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuih selorot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayam pansoh'/><title type='text'>Kedei Miak Sarawak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 190px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66674568@N00/2290539149"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3103/2290539149_386475c538_m.jpg" alt="sarawak laksa" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66674568@N00/2290539149"&gt;awhiffoflemongrass&lt;/a&gt; via Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday as I was sitting and lazying around the living room watching TV and blogging and twittering, I suddenly thought of something. Since Sharon asked me to think of a business plan and I really missed my favourite local Sarawak food, I was thinking why not the both of us open up a cafe and serve authentic Sarawak food. Besides, the Sarawak food here in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KL-43" title="KL-43" rel="wikipedia"&gt;KL&lt;/a&gt; are really overpriced. What we want is a reasonably priced and cosy environment. Maybe if this goes all well, then we make it into a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu... we'll be serving everything local from the infamous Laksa to ayam pansoh to 'Ikan masak terong asam' to local desert, my old time favourite Kuih Selorot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook... the both of us need to look for someone who can really cook without losing the authenticity of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that is all just a plan. Hopefully it will come through.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/93090f52-7314-476b-b0d9-ceea160ac612/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=93090f52-7314-476b-b0d9-ceea160ac612" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3509228018063134367?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3509228018063134367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/kedei-miak-sarawak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3509228018063134367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3509228018063134367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/kedei-miak-sarawak.html' title='Kedei Miak Sarawak'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3103/2290539149_386475c538_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131643322766719514.post-3132151107074609423</id><published>2009-06-13T18:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:30:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donate a Kidney .... Save a Life</title><content type='html'>I must write about this. It's a true and compelling story about an old friend from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month when I had a small gathering with Joyce, Sharon, Remy and Lina, I was shock when I heard what happened to one of our friends. I was told that she has kidney failure. Both kidneys. And now, she has to go for dialysis to get her kidney cleaned up. Imagine, she's only 31 and she had to suffer so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'm appealing to anyone and everyone out there, please do your part to save a life. Donate a kidney ... save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/vote.php?cid=5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/i/Blog_Panel/BlogPanel_NKF.jpg" border="0" width="420" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewi, I hope it's not too late for me to say I hope you get well soon. My prayers are with you, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3132151107074609423?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3132151107074609423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/donate-kidney-save-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3132151107074609423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3132151107074609423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/donate-kidney-save-life.html' title='Donate a Kidney .... Save a Life'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-5589286664556651779</id><published>2009-06-13T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:31:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great song for a great movie</title><content type='html'>Linkin Park is back with their new song for Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Awesome song. Awesome group. Awesome music video. I heard the whole album already and it was awesome as well. But I'd like to share the theme song. Linkin Park ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TB79WZuEPFs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TB79WZuEPFs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7131643322766719514-5589286664556651779?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5589286664556651779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-song-for-great-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5589286664556651779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5589286664556651779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-song-for-great-movie.html' title='Great song for a great movie'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-7911164772540042390</id><published>2009-06-13T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:12:31.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kris Allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><title type='text'>No Boundaries - Who's version is better</title><content type='html'>Now that American Idol is finally over. But still people are still fussing about who should be the winner. I personally don't really care much who is the winner. What I do care is the winning song. Who sings the winning song better? Adam Lambert or Kris Allen? Personally, I think that song was made for Adam's voice. Kris's voice didn't really reach the high notes. Perhaps Kara wrote that song base on Adam's voice. I don't know. I only know that I like Adam's version. So...enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vokM1z8on5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vokM1z8on5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-7911164772540042390?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7911164772540042390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-boundaries-whos-version-is-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7911164772540042390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/7911164772540042390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-boundaries-whos-version-is-better.html' title='No Boundaries - Who&apos;s version is better'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-3243431987574235179</id><published>2009-06-13T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:05:35.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VH1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughtry'/><title type='text'>Song I'm listening to right now</title><content type='html'>I'm really into Daughtry's new song right now. I think his new album is really awesome. Oh.. to those who share the same opinion as I am, please vote for them on VH1. Til then ... xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_cCABSFDQM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_cCABSFDQM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/series/top_20_countdown/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://takeout.vh1.com/image/Daughtry_6.11.09_300x250.jpg" alt="VH1 Top 20 Countdown: Vote for Daughtry" border="0" width="300" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-3243431987574235179?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3243431987574235179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-im-listening-to-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3243431987574235179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/3243431987574235179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-im-listening-to-right-now.html' title='Song I&apos;m listening to right now'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-8346704621416445457</id><published>2009-06-13T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:34:50.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thailand food that anyone must NOT miss whenever they go there:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Mango with sticky rice - It's glutinous rice with coconut milk poured on top of it and served with sweet mango.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Green curry - The curry is not as green as the name. Try it. The taste is authentic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Pandan Chicken - Marinated chicken chunks wrapped up in pandan leaves and then fry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Tom Yum Kung - MUST try this. The taste...ORIGINAL (hot and sour blend really really nice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Som Tum - Another MUST try especially those who never had papaya salad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Pad Thai - Thai style 'Char Kueh Tiaw'. Just have to try it out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Recommendation is based on my opinion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-8346704621416445457?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8346704621416445457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8346704621416445457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8346704621416445457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-me.html' title='This is Me'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-5975424907666964283</id><published>2009-06-13T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:45:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I support SPCA</title><content type='html'>Let us all hand in hand give our furry friends a better home. Never abuse them coz they are also God's greatest creation like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/vote.php?cid=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/i/Blog_Panel/BlogPanel_SPCA.jpg" border="0" width="440" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-5975424907666964283?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5975424907666964283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-support-spca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5975424907666964283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5975424907666964283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-support-spca.html' title='I support SPCA'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-5210389751231452607</id><published>2009-06-13T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:46:12.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help to Save Life</title><content type='html'>Let us all help those who need it, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/vote.php?cid=14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/i/Blog_Panel/BlogPanel_HOPE.jpg" border="0" width="440" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-5210389751231452607?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5210389751231452607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-to-save-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5210389751231452607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/5210389751231452607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-to-save-life.html' title='Help to Save Life'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-160978217956059893</id><published>2009-06-13T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:59:10.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangkok'/><title type='text'>Plans to celebrate my 31st birthday</title><content type='html'>Next month, I'll turn 31. I was thinking of making it a memorable one. Something I always wanted to do. Something different. I was thinking of celebrating in Bangkok. Take a few days off and just kick back and relax, eat delicious exotic Thailand food. What do you think? Cool? Awesome?  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/95381155-cbed-4cc3-a665-8b0aea5fcb81/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=95381155-cbed-4cc3-a665-8b0aea5fcb81" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-160978217956059893?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/160978217956059893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/plans-to-celebrate-my-31st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/160978217956059893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/160978217956059893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/plans-to-celebrate-my-31st-birthday.html' title='Plans to celebrate my 31st birthday'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-4673914893738593153</id><published>2009-06-12T23:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:26:36.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels and Demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'/><title type='text'>Summer Blockbuster 2009</title><content type='html'>Summer is the time when all the long awaited movie comes out. I had a chance to watch Angels and Demons a day after the opening and I have to admit that the movie made me feel tired. Tired as in the movie moves too fast. Chasing and chasing and chasing. But I can say that the movie deserves a thumbs up. I simply love the location . &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=41.9,12.45&amp;amp;spn=10.0,10.0&amp;amp;q=41.9,12.45%20%28Vatican%20City%29&amp;amp;t=h" title="Vatican City" rel="geolocation"&gt;Vatican City&lt;/a&gt; and around Rome. I can only wish I could go there one day. And the churches ... they are really breathtakingly magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie I'm looking forward to, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.amazon.com/Transformers-Two-Disc-Special-HD-DVD/dp/B000NU2NJ8%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82%26tag%3Dzemanta-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB000NU2NJ8" title="Transformers (Two-Disc Special Edition) [HD DVD]" rel="amazon"&gt;Transformers&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1055369/" title="Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen" rel="imdb"&gt;Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/a&gt;. I remember I used to skip any co-curricular activity on &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturday_morning_cartoon" title="Saturday morning cartoon" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Saturday morning&lt;/a&gt; just to watch Transformers on &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Television" title="Television" rel="wikipedia"&gt;TV&lt;/a&gt; when I was a kid. Back then, cartoons looks so much better. And then when suddenly &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=34.1,-118.333333333&amp;amp;spn=1.0,1.0&amp;amp;q=34.1,-118.333333333%20%28Hollywood%2C%20Los%20Angeles%2C%20California%29&amp;amp;t=h" title="Hollywood, Los Angeles, California" rel="geolocation"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/a&gt; decided to do a movie out of it, everyone waited with anticipation. When the 1st movie came out, every single guy were drooling over &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1083271/" title="Megan Fox" rel="imdb"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/a&gt; (as expected). Moviewise, superb. Now that the 2nd movie is &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coming_out" title="Coming out" rel="wikipedia"&gt;coming out&lt;/a&gt;, again everyone is waiting for anticipation. I watched the trailer over and over again (thanks to &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.youtube.com/" title="YouTube" rel="homepage"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;) and the more I watch it, the more excited I become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OhtGnCa8x2k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OhtGnCa8x2k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more movie I'm really really looking forward to .... G.I. Joe. I mean....G.I. Joe...the G.I. Joe. Another favourite cartoon when I was little. Can't wait for August when it's due to come out.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/abQM31QCufI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/abQM31QCufI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/7e6b01b0-dea1-4969-8e2e-5c154835ac41/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=7e6b01b0-dea1-4969-8e2e-5c154835ac41" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-4673914893738593153?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4673914893738593153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-blockbuster-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/4673914893738593153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/4673914893738593153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-blockbuster-2009.html' title='Summer Blockbuster 2009'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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-7131643322766719514.post-8275253248595314977</id><published>2009-06-12T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:42:37.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>The last time I had a blog, it was a ...how should I call it? A failure? Until recently, cousin dearest started his brand new blog made me suddenly had the urge to write again. It's been a while since I last write. Not sure if I still have the 'golden touch' again. But hell...let's give it another try, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about everything under the sun, under the moon, under the rain, under the haze .... anything. From things I truly love, things I truly hate ... anything and everything. So, let's start talking ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7131643322766719514-8275253248595314977?l=trulyonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8275253248595314977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8275253248595314977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7131643322766719514/posts/default/8275253248595314977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trulyonlyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Stacy Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278514760950742675</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>
