<?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-7591648072437934566</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:07:07.939+08:00</updated><category term='grumblings'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Emo Posting'/><category term='song'/><category term='tv series'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Frustration'/><category term='Music Review'/><category term='Gatherings'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>The Path &amp; Road Ahead</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~MoMo*Chin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249042814206140133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SefmF4WhgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k6POyTEJ0to/S220/726960643_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591648072437934566.post-484680320950151234</id><published>2010-07-23T16:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:12:31.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Gibusu (Gips)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;My itunes has been playing this song, over and over again. Gibusu by Shiina Ringo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally love this sad love song. Somehow it really relates to me now. I'm tearing whenever i hear it. I hope this pain will go away soon. I wish i could be alone and cry my heart out. I miss him......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="song"&gt;  &lt;p class="info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   "Gibusu" by Shiina Ringo&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:  Shiina Ringo&lt;br /&gt;Composer:  Shiina Ringo&lt;br /&gt;From the album "Shouso SUTORIPPU"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre class="english"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You always want to take pictures&lt;br /&gt;but I always hate that&lt;br /&gt;because if I were a picture&lt;br /&gt;I'd become old, wouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;You always say "forever"&lt;br /&gt;but I always hate that&lt;br /&gt;because if our love cools&lt;br /&gt;then even that would be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think?  I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;right here&lt;br /&gt;for ever and ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what tomorrow will bring&lt;br /&gt;so hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always want to shrink away&lt;br /&gt;and that always makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;because it's like Kurt&lt;br /&gt;and that would make me Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;come by my side&lt;br /&gt;more, more, more.&lt;br /&gt;Let's forget about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight, darling.&lt;br /&gt;April has come again; remember that same day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think?  I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;right here&lt;br /&gt;for ever and ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what tomorrow will bring&lt;br /&gt;so hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;come by my side&lt;br /&gt;more, more, more.&lt;br /&gt;Let's forget about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight, darling.&lt;br /&gt;April has come again; remember that same day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;hr style="height: 4px;"&gt;  &lt;pre class="romaji"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anata wa sugu ni shashin o toritagaru&lt;br /&gt;atashi wa itsu mo sore o iyagaru no&lt;br /&gt;datte shashin ni nacchaeba&lt;br /&gt;atashi ga furuku naru ja nai&lt;br /&gt;anata wa sugu ni zettai nado to iu&lt;br /&gt;atashi wa itsu mo sore o iyagaru no&lt;br /&gt;datte samete shimacchaeba&lt;br /&gt;sore sura uso ni naru janai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think?  i wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;koko ni ite&lt;br /&gt;zutto zutto zutto&lt;br /&gt;ashita no koto wa wakaranai&lt;br /&gt;dakara gyutto shite ite ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gyutto shite ite ne DAARIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anata wa sugu ni ijikete misetagaru&lt;br /&gt;atashi wa itsu mo sore o yorokobu no&lt;br /&gt;datte KAATO mitai dakara&lt;br /&gt;atashi ga KOOTONII ja nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;soba ni kite&lt;br /&gt;motto motto motto&lt;br /&gt;kinou no koto wa wasurechaou&lt;br /&gt;soshite gyutto shite ite ne&lt;br /&gt;gyutto shite ite ne DAARIN&lt;br /&gt;mata shigatsu ga kita yo onaji hi no koto o omoidashite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think?  i wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;koko ni ite&lt;br /&gt;zutto zutto zutto&lt;br /&gt;ashita no koto wa wakaranai&lt;br /&gt;dakara gyutto shite ite ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;soba ni kite&lt;br /&gt;motto motto motto&lt;br /&gt;kinou no koto wa wasurechaou&lt;br /&gt;soshite gyutto shite ite ne&lt;br /&gt;gyutto shite ite ne DAARIN&lt;br /&gt;mata shigatsu ga kita yo onaji hi no koto o omoidashite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591648072437934566-484680320950151234?l=momospath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/feeds/484680320950151234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591648072437934566&amp;postID=484680320950151234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/484680320950151234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/484680320950151234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/2010/07/gibusu-gips.html' title='Gibusu (Gips)'/><author><name>~MoMo*Chin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249042814206140133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SefmF4WhgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k6POyTEJ0to/S220/726960643_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591648072437934566.post-3711648174593439001</id><published>2009-04-01T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:28:52.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatherings'/><title type='text'>Good Food &amp; Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SdOSP14V9_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pa7PNs74Tlc/s1600-h/Zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319756385713780722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SdOSP14V9_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pa7PNs74Tlc/s320/Zen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Met up with a good old friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;during the weekend.  It’s been a while since I saw him as he lives and works in Kuching. Befriended him while I was working in KLCC few years back and although we changed jobs and moved away, fortunately we managed to maintain this friendship ever since then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh.. To anyone who knows me, he’s the one who sold me my &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;lil’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kelisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So it was kind of nostalgic for him, sitting in his ‘ex’ car, being driven by its new owner. Nevertheless, he slept most of the way from Summit Hotel to Pyramids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;So after coffee, some laughs and short walks down memory lane, it was time for dinner. As the both of us love Jap Food, it wasn’t any surprise when we decided to eat at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The atmosphere was nice. Cozy and quiet. The manager was friendly, recommending the restaurant’s specialties and giving opinions on what to try. I decided on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saba Shioyaki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;and a plate of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Spider Maki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;while J ordered the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unagi &amp;amp; Sashimi Set&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Food was alright, nothing spectacular and special. But we were full, satisfied and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;However, towards the end, waitresses kept coming over to clear our half empty plates while we were still trying to finish the remnants of whatever that’s left. J was getting a lil’ irritated and annoyed so we paid the bill and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;We window-shopped a lil’ to help with digestion before his 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; round of gatherings with his friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;All in all, a day with good food and great company is always a blessed day. Good friends are hard to come by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7591648072437934566-3711648174593439001?l=momospath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/feeds/3711648174593439001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591648072437934566&amp;postID=3711648174593439001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/3711648174593439001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/3711648174593439001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-food-company.html' title='Good Food &amp; Company'/><author><name>~MoMo*Chin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249042814206140133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SefmF4WhgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k6POyTEJ0to/S220/726960643_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SdOSP14V9_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pa7PNs74Tlc/s72-c/Zen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591648072437934566.post-1009805398469809822</id><published>2009-03-02T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:36:17.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Posting'/><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate being overly emo. I hate being angry, frustrated and sad at the same time. I especially hate it when someone accuses me of something which I did not do and did not intend to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Argh….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can you have a good friend of the opposite sex and yet not develop romantic feelings for each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes! You Can… I’ve always believed in platonic relationships and I have great guy friends who are just good friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, along the way, you still come across people who can’t keep their crazy hormones intact. Anything that you say or do can be misinterpreted as signals to lead them on. And they blame you for that! They blame you for playing them out and treating them like fools.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(wtf…….)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG!!! Come on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve flirted and I’ve lead people on in the past. So I know my SIGNALS!!! And I don’t appreciate it when people accuse me of sending out signals in which I didn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For the 2nd time around, I’ve already made sure that the line was drawn clearly and have stopped treating the ‘victim’ as my good friend. I’m not going to repeat the ‘mistake’ which I’ve made. Once bitten twice shy…. And yet… it still managed to turn around and bite me in the @ss…. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Am I stupid or what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;….. How frustrating is that!!!! And the blame is on me again!!!... How can this be?? F**k It…. I’m just going to ignore and carry on with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gosh… I don’t need such a dramatic episode right now and my life as it is, is already interesting enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For overly sensitive people like these, where do we draw the line? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can we be concerned about a good friend without it being misunderstood as something more?&lt;br /&gt;Can normal friendly gestures be presumed as giving out misleading signals? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You go out for a drink with your friend and talk about everything under the sky. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt;…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You complain about your life, friends, partner and family to your friend. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have lunch, dinner together when you get a chance. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;You remember their birthday.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Normal&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;You don’t pretend and just be yourself. You cry, laugh and go crazy. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;You plan for trips and gatherings together with friends. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aren’t those normal things good friends do regardless of what sex you are??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come on… there are no hidden meanings and messages when I do all these….. I just appreciate and treat you as a good friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So stop saying that you find yourself stupid and pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;So stop saying that I’ve given you false hope and attention.&lt;br /&gt;So stop saying that you are devastated and dejected.&lt;br /&gt;So stop saying things to try and make me feel guilty for the things I didn’t do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because that reflects how stupid I was in treating you as one of my close friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saying those things will not make me feel guilty… but angry. I’m past the point of feeling guilty because I know I did not do anything whatsoever that was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I am not SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MoMo*Chin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591648072437934566-1009805398469809822?l=momospath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/feeds/1009805398469809822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591648072437934566&amp;postID=1009805398469809822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/1009805398469809822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/1009805398469809822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>~MoMo*Chin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249042814206140133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SefmF4WhgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k6POyTEJ0to/S220/726960643_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591648072437934566.post-3485955200857948956</id><published>2009-02-19T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:20:47.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It's SUMMER !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’m back from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIBERNATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Or should I say back from being just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAZY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My initial plan of posting one entry every week, as you can see has not been accomplished at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes I get really lazy and brain-dead when it comes to topics to write. Thus, the absence of postings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should learn from another blogger friend of mine, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Artsy-T&lt;/span&gt;. She’s fond of posting her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘favorite quotes’&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘short talks’&lt;/span&gt; when she’s busy or out of creative juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably then my blog won’t go on such a long hiatus that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is back with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;SEASON 8&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m one of those who love watching reality shows and especially the infamous AI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably with AI showing I would have more things to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yeah right *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll see about that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MoMo* Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7591648072437934566-3485955200857948956?l=momospath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/feeds/3485955200857948956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591648072437934566&amp;postID=3485955200857948956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/3485955200857948956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/3485955200857948956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-summer.html' title='It&apos;s SUMMER !!!'/><author><name>~MoMo*Chin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249042814206140133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SefmF4WhgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k6POyTEJ0to/S220/726960643_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591648072437934566.post-2339738106271291685</id><published>2008-12-17T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:20:41.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><title type='text'>LIGHT ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SUh-B5tnUwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YclEJpW5Mno/s1600-h/cook_album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280609134229017346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SUh-B5tnUwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YclEJpW5Mno/s320/cook_album.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... i got the album. In fact, i think i got the album like 3 weeks ago. Was suppose to blog about it sooner.. but i guess the Procrastinator in me kicked in and thus... the delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVID COOK !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my favourite american idol! Been a fan since his rendition of 'Hello' by Lionel Ritchie....Finally his album's out. And i've got it. It's been a while since i bought an original CD. (erm... u guys know what i mean right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And i have to say that i really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it. Reason being that he's plays the type of music i like. His voice is so captivating and sexy.. Oh.. and not forgetting.... he's such a badboy-goodboy mix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All in all....Awesome ... (could listen to it over n over again.....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Favourites : Light On, Lie, Life on the Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MoMo*Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/7591648072437934566-2339738106271291685?l=momospath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/feeds/2339738106271291685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591648072437934566&amp;postID=2339738106271291685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/2339738106271291685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/2339738106271291685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-on.html' title='LIGHT ON'/><author><name>~MoMo*Chin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249042814206140133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SefmF4WhgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k6POyTEJ0to/S220/726960643_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SUh-B5tnUwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YclEJpW5Mno/s72-c/cook_album.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591648072437934566.post-3514998487957244355</id><published>2008-11-22T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:18:21.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grumblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Frustration....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Am planning a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to UK next year to attend my sister’s graduation. Argh… money money money… &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. God is again putting me to the test. I need money to buy a house and I need money to visit UK. Clever me to pray that I wouldn’t be a money driven person! And boy is HE really putting me to the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was actually planning to go with my family and my other half…. A trip which I am so looking forward to. However it’s kinda disappointing as my other half isn’t as interested. He has other plans with his buddies, to join a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diving expedition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulau Sipadan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A trip in which he has previously included me as well.  As I only have enough resources to choose one, I've chosen the trip to UK.  For me, I think it’s a wise choice as I don’t think I would have a lot of chances to travel with sis around UK anytime soon. Diving… well I can do that later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the contrary, to him, the latter is more important and fun. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I just don’t get what he is thinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Can’t he go diving some other time? Is Pulau Sipadan going to disappear anytime soon?  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arghhhh....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why can’t he understand the significance of the trip? Doesn’t he know that this is what I have wanted to do since few years back? And that I’ve included him in this plan of mine? And that that after this trip to the UK it would be years…and I mean years before we can even plan to go there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Probably it’s partly my fault for including him in the plan. And that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm selfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Planning something that only i wanted. But he did show interest in it too. It’s not as though I didn’t inform him earlier. I guess what I said has drifted off with the wind.  Or perhaps, to him diving takes more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;priority&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Perhaps he thinks that there would be other chances to visit UK again? Well, I don’t really know. For me there’s no point saying too much. He has already made up his decision. And that’s it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So my plan for now…. Continue being sad and frustrated about it… (nah.. not wasting my time on tat). &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save.. save..save..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So I’ll be able to go for my long awaited trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MoMo*Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591648072437934566-3514998487957244355?l=momospath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/feeds/3514998487957244355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591648072437934566&amp;postID=3514998487957244355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/3514998487957244355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/3514998487957244355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/2008/11/frustration.html' title='Frustration....'/><author><name>~MoMo*Chin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249042814206140133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SefmF4WhgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k6POyTEJ0to/S220/726960643_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591648072437934566.post-2849176253198552275</id><published>2008-11-17T16:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:27:50.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>GoodByes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SSFHFwhye1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t_22pK-Q6Ms/s1600-h/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269571203251731282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SSFHFwhye1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t_22pK-Q6Ms/s400/goodbye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*cloudy....*&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; @ 6.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;are always difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had to say goodbye to a good old friend of mine. It hit me finally that this friendship would never be the same and that I’ve lost a friend whom I once thought would be there by me for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed, angry but most of all sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Disappointed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as I wasn’t told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Angry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that I had to find out from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that I had to finally admit and say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Probably I was too naïve believing that close friends would never drift apart. And that the special connection and chemistry would always be there. Guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, a close friend would always be a close friend, no matter how little we kept in touch. But I guess it isn’t the same for some. Like the saying,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;‘Out of sight, out of mind’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It made me wonder. What happened to the hours of chatting, laughing and crying? Was it all just a passing moment? And I actually thought I had finally got another friend whom I could be myself. Breaking up invisible walls and opening up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…. Goodbye my friend… Only memories remain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoMo*Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591648072437934566-2849176253198552275?l=momospath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/feeds/2849176253198552275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591648072437934566&amp;postID=2849176253198552275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/2849176253198552275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/2849176253198552275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbyes.html' title='GoodByes...'/><author><name>~MoMo*Chin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249042814206140133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SefmF4WhgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k6POyTEJ0to/S220/726960643_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SSFHFwhye1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t_22pK-Q6Ms/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591648072437934566.post-5450539904322547075</id><published>2008-10-18T20:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:20:48.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>GREY'S ANATOMY . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Cloudy....*&lt;/span&gt; @ 11.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saw a re-run of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; few days back. The episode titled 'The Great Expectation'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And what Meredith said during her closing speech (as she always does at the end of every episode) made me just smile and dazzle at how much said was true...This is what she said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"We all think we’re going to be great and we feel a little bit robbed when our expectations aren’t met. But sometimes expectations sell us short. Sometimes the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected. You got to wonder why we cling to our expectations, because the expected is just what keeps us steady. Standing. Still, the expected is just the beginning, the unexpected is what changes our lives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Quoted, Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just love how the quotes in thier series sometimes just touches people, as they are self-referential, humorous, and yet still an emotional way of looking at life. Something in which many ppl can really relate too... Thus the popularity of the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(actually prefer greys to sex in the city)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected..... hm... which is so true right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MoMo*Chin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591648072437934566-5450539904322547075?l=momospath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/feeds/5450539904322547075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591648072437934566&amp;postID=5450539904322547075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/5450539904322547075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/5450539904322547075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/2008/10/greys-anatomy.html' title='GREY&apos;S ANATOMY . . .'/><author><name>~MoMo*Chin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249042814206140133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SefmF4WhgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k6POyTEJ0to/S220/726960643_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591648072437934566.post-4527473163214739854</id><published>2008-10-14T20:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:55:36.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Celebrating My 2_th |B|I|R|T|H|D|A|Y|</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Raining.......*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; @ 8.02pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIRTHDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;are always overated. But then majority of ppl still look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;forward to it. Reason being? The presents? The thought of ppl remembering it? Or they just can't wait to b older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum once said...aren't we all suppose to celebrate and thank our mum that she endured the pain in bringing us into this world? Y are our birthdays, days to celebrate our birth and not a day to celebrate n b grateful to our parents especially our mum for the 9 months they carried us in thier wombs n the painful hours of birth giving?&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a Shoutout to my &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!! Thanks again...You've brought me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this world and I've lived 20 odd years in it. And for that i'm thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I Love you Mum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MoMo*Chin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591648072437934566-4527473163214739854?l=momospath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/feeds/4527473163214739854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591648072437934566&amp;postID=4527473163214739854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/4527473163214739854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591648072437934566/posts/default/4527473163214739854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momospath.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebrating-my-2th-birthday.html' title='Celebrating My 2_th |B|I|R|T|H|D|A|Y|'/><author><name>~MoMo*Chin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249042814206140133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_REJ52MYAb-g/SefmF4WhgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k6POyTEJ0to/S220/726960643_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
